Chapter 5
"Oh, Nicky!!!! I've got to confess. It's all true," Diane said as she combed her hair in the front seat of Nick's convertible as it raced back to campus.
"What is, baby?" he asked, looking at her briefly. He gripped fiercely at the steering wheel as he drove.
""What they say back at Madison. You know, that you're an animal and all that," Diane replied. She placed her comb back in the purse and set it down on the floor. Then she folded her legs beneath her ass and curled up next to Nick as he drove. She held onto his muscular arms and she snuggled next to his strong body. Nick could feel her fingers kneading and massaging the hard muscle of his biceps beneath the material of his shirt.
"Do you think I'm an animal, too, Diane?" he asked her. He adjusted his sunglasses, awaiting her reply. Diane looked up at him and grinned lasciviously and squeezed his arm.
"Yes, Nick. It's true. You're really brutal. But that's the kind of man I like," she replied.
"Oh, yeah?" Nick asked.
"Yes. I loved it when you came all over my breasts and my face," the young tart confessed hungrily. She licked her lips remembering that only moments earlier she had been drenched with Nick's come.
"Did you like it when I put the suntan lotion bottle up your cunt?" he asked crudely. He knew that she had loved every animalistic moment of it. But he wanted to hear the whorey tramp confess.
"Of course, Nicky. It felt just like a greasy dick," Diane replied with a smirk.
"Better than my cock?" Nick asked.
"Of course not, dopey," Diane kidded him. "That was no ten-inch bottle." They both laughed crudely at his smart-ass remark.
Half an hour later, Nicky Blake neatly swerved his ostentatious convertible through the ivy-covered gates of Madison College, and roared loudly down the Inner Campus Drive to Diane's dormitory. He parked outside the mammoth steel and green glass edifice, leaving the motor running. Then he turned and took off his sunglasses, looking intently at the trashy coed sitting next to him in the seat.
"Well, Diane, I really had a good time out at the lake," Nick said.
"So did I, Nicky," Diane replied, running her fingernail so over the bulge that his huge organ made in the crotch of his pants.
"When do I see you again?" he responded seriously.
"When you get it up again, Nick," Diane replied lustily as she stroked his stiffening cock.
"No. Seriously, Diane. When?" Nick asked. He reached over and stuck his virile hand up her one-piece wool-knit dress.
"How about tonight?" Diane replied with a small grin crossing her pretty pink face. She stroked her red hair with one hand as she tickled Nick's meat with the other.
"For fucking," Nick said deliberately, trying to elicit a positive response. Diane smiled at him and laughed, throwing back her head and closing her eyes.
"Oh, you're so fucking horny, Nicky Blake, that I can hardly believe it," Diane chuckled. But Nick was not amused by her reaction. He squeezed her thigh rudely beneath her dress.
"Ouch!" Diane yelped suddenly.
"Look, cunt. Don't get smart-assed with me," Nick growled at her. She shoved his hand away from under her dress.
"All right! All right, Nicky," Diane snapped back at him, "You don't have to hurt me. I don't like boys that are mean to me."
"Only animals, huh?" Nick replied sarcastically. Diane glared at him angrily and then turned and opened the door of the car. She looked back at him seriously before she got out.
"Nicky, you know that you're a real shit," she observed candidly. Nick found himself wincing momentarily at this revelation of his true character. But then he felt annoyed at having it pointed out to him.
"Well, fuck you, cunt!" he shouted at her.
"Nicky, please. Let's not fight. I was only kidding you," Diane pleaded. There was a look of real desperation in her eyes. Nick realized that Diane Sandeman may have thought that since she was a slut, she could act tough. But he got the feeling that deep down inside, she was as pliable as putty.
"You better have been," Nick snarled back at her. She squeezed and groped hungrily at his stiffening penis as she looked at him.
"Oh, yes, Nicky. Please, don't be mad at me," she begged. Nick realized that Diane had really been hooked that morning by his ten-inch cockmeat. He knew she would be willing to do anything to make sure that he kept screwing her cock-hungry box.
"All right, I'm not angry. But you just better watch what you say from now on. Everybody on campus knows that you're a slut, but you don't have to act like one all the time," Nick chastised the grief-stricken young girl. Tears came to her eyes, and her lips began to tremble as she stared woefully at his cruel face.
"Okay, you can go now," Nick said finally. He reached across the seat and opened the door all the way.
"Oh, Nicky," she whimpered. But he remained cold and totally aloof.
"Get out. I'll pick you up at eight o'clock," Nick announced patronizingly to the young tart. Diane turned and stepped outside onto the sidewalk that ran along the front of the ugly dormitory building. She slammed the door angrily as she got out. Then she looked down at Nicky and frowned.
"You really think that you're hot shit, Nicky Blake," she snickered.
"I am, baby. I am, and don't you forget it," Nick replied with total arrogance. Then he floored the big over-sized orange and white convertible and roared off towards his fraternity house.
Once inside, he went immediately to his room, not even bothering to stop and shoot the bull with the guys that were sitting in the chapter room, playing cards. He had decided to call Gilda to see what the story was. He realized that she would probably be pretty pissed off at him for having left her standing alone in the parking-lot of the Starlite Motel. But, at the same time, Nick knew that he, too, was pissed. He was sick and tired of Gilda's interminable excuses. Maybe if I let her know that I've been screwing Diane Sandeman, she'll be a little more cooperative, Nicky rationalized as he dialed Gilda's number.
"Barclay House. Mrs. Muldoon speaking," the creaky voice on the other end of the line said. It was Gilda's housemother, and Nicky was in no mood to put up with her fucking bullshit.
"Gilda Mayhew, please," Nick said coldly. He was hoping that the old battleaxe would not recognize his voice.
"Who's calling please?" the woman asked.
"This is Gilda's brother," Nicky lied cheerfully. He and every other guy on the Madison campus detested Mrs. Muldoon. She was a cunt par excellence. Her problem was that she thought she had to know everything about everybody's sex-life. And Nicky often had a sneaking suspicion that the old bat had secretly been coaching Gilda as to how to ward off his advances.
"Just a moment, I'll see if she's here," Mrs. Muldoon replied. Then Nicky heard a clunking noise on the other end as the gnarled witch dropped the receiver rudely onto a table while she went to fetch Gilda. A few moments later she returned to the phone.
"Hello?! This is Mrs. Muldoon whoever you are. Miss Mayhew says that she doesn't have a brother. Are you making threatening phone calls?! Well?! Who is this?!" she demanded raucously.
"This is Nicky Blake. Let me talk to Gilda," Nick replied valiantly.
"Oh! So it's you, young man! You should be ashamed of yourself!!! Leaving a poor defenseless girl stranded on the highway. Shame on you!!" the housemother lectured him.
"Mrs. Muldoon. Look. Cut the shit, and put Gilda on please," Nick asked reasonably.
"Really, young man! I should have you reported to the Dean. You're really very rude," the housemother raved. By this point Nick found himself really getting irritated.
"Look, lady, it's none of your damn business!!" he screamed into the mouth piece of the telephone. Then there was a long pause and he heard Gilda's voice in the background.
"Hello, Nick?" Gilda asked.
"Yes. Hi, Gilda. I wanted to call and find out..." Nick began. But he was cut-off in mid-sentence.
"Look, Nicky Blake. Leaving me alone this morning is absolutely unpardonable. I hate you!! I hate you! I never want to see you again," she began to scream. Then Nick heard her burst into' tears and start sobbing violently.
"Gilda!" he pleaded. Then he heard her hang up. the telephone. Nick replaced the receiver in the cradle and sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Fuck her!!" he shouted suddenly as loud as he could. He heard hoots and whistles come from the neighboring rooms. But he really didn't give a shit any more. His not having been able to ever screw Gilda Mayhew had been a great source of annoyance to him. It had also hurt his pride in his reputation as being one of the biggest studs on campus. But after the confrontation at the Starlite Motel that morning, and after screwing Diane Sandeman at the lake, the only thing Nick cared about at the moment was shooting his load. Anywhere. Just thinking about it made him horny. He soon realized that his cock was getting hard once again inside his pants.
Nick arose from his bed and crossed the floor. He shut and locked the door carefully and then walked to his dresser. Opening the top drawer, he scrounged around through his clean white boxer shorts until his hands found what they were searching for. He pulled out a stack of 'dirty' magazines that contained full-color photographs of men and women screwing and sucking each other in all kinds of strange and ingenious positions.
Oh, boy! Nicky murmured to himself as he flopped back down on his bed. He began to run his cock through the denim material of his pants. He turned the pages eagerly, staring hungrily at the sharp, clear photos of gaping cunts and stiff cocks. Slowly but surely he felt his meat grow rock hard. In response, his fingers fumbled with the zipper and he pulled it down, opening his fly. Then he dug his hand inside and began to play with his fevered tool.
Nick felt his hot sperm-juice foaming around deep inside his scrotum. He undid the top snap of his faded levis and pulled them from around his muscular buns until his entire groin and ass were exposed. Placing his right hand on his massive shaft, he began the slow rhythmic pounding that his cock had endured these many years since he had first begun beating off at age twelve.
He grasped firmly at the fleshy skin that ran the length of his over-sized tool. Then he increased the firmness and the speed of the pumping motion. As the feelings of his approaching load-shooting began to overtake him, Nick spread his legs into a wide V, bending them slightly at the knee. He made great pelvic thrusts upwards with his hips simulating coital movements. He raised his well-muscled buttocks right off the mattress as he ground and shoved his dong into an imaginary hole. Suddenly, he began to feel his come sloshing around at the head of his meat. He felt the fiery-hot load rush through the shaft and collect in the head. "Shit!" Nick shouted lustfully. He pumped his cock furiously up and down. The massive head of his dong shone a bright purplish-red at this point. The entire length of the tool began to palpitate visibly the harder that Nicky pumped it.
Boy, am I gonna fuck hot pussy tonight!
Nicky gasped to himself as he pumped furiously at his distended cock meat. He threw back his head and closed his eyes as he felt his body being overtaken by his orgasm. Nick arched his back upwards over the mattress of his bed. He clamped his fist hard over his fevered penis and moaned out into the silence of the room. Great white arcs of come went flying out from the end of his pecker and splatted down over the crotch and pant-legs of his levis.
"Oh, holy fuck!" Nicky gasped excitedly as he squeezed the very last drops of the sticky come-load from his tool. Great drops of the creamy gism oozed in a sticky mass from the hole in the very tip of his mammoth dong. Then Nick felt his body begin to relax as his orgasm was completed. He dropped his weight back onto the bed. Then he thrust one arm wearily across his forehead and gasped frantically for air. His breathing came in big irregular heaving sighs as he tried to fill his lungs with oxygen. His hairy chest was dripping with sweat and little droplets had formed on the coarse mat of blonde hair that covered his pectorals and muscular belly.
Nicky opened his eyes and began to think back on the day's events. His fingers roamed to his thighs, exposed to the knees. He ran his fingers through the creamy ball-juice that was still hot from his orgasm. He stroked the tips of his fingers through the gooey stuff absent-mindedly as visions of Diane's throbbing cunt hole flashed invitingly through his mind. Fuck Gilda! Nicky remarked to himself. His fingers roamed to his sweaty balls and he began to squeeze and knead them as he daydreamed. I felt so fucking confused! Nick acknowledged to himself as he lay there on the bed playing with his dong and nuts. He realized that he really felt bad about having left Gilda standing in the parking lot of the Starlite Motel that morning. But on the other hand, he also realized that he had invested a lot of emotional energy into their relationship. But he was pissed off at the same time. Absolutely sick and tired of her constant excuses for not allowing him to screw her hot little twat. That's why he was determined to whore it up with the campus slut, Diane Sandeman. If nothing else, at least he would get in some good fucking and cunt-lapping before trying to straighten out things with Gilda once and for all.
About eight o'clock that evening, Nick pulled up in front of Diane's dormitory in his big orange and white convertible. He parked the flashy vehicle right at the entrance, in a "No Parking" zone, and left the motor running. Then he got out of the car and hurried inside the building.
There were all kinds of students standing around, happily chattering away and secretly anticipating an eventful Friday night on the campus. A night filled with lots of screwing, cock-sucking, cunt-lapping, and anything else that was depraved and novel. No doubt about it, college students are the horniest fucking people in the world, Nick mused to himself as he hurried up to the reception desk. He threw his keys onto the black and white Italian marble counter and spoke briskly to the good-looking girl standing behind it.
"Good evening, doll. Listen. Buzz Diane Sandeman, please," Nick said with a smart-assed grin on his handsome face.
"What room is she in?" the doe-eyed girl asked as she fumbled with the intercom.
"6A, I think," Nick replied. Shit, you ought to know, Nick said to himself as he watched the girl pick up the telephone. He reasoned that since Diane was the most popular whore on the entire Madison College campus that everyone should have had her room number memorized by heart.
"She'll be down in a minute," the receptionist said finally.
"I know," Nicky said sarcastically. He was thinking of her reputation for being the easiest lay in the whole school. Then Nick strolled over to the lounge and flopped down in a big red leather chair to await Diane's appearance.
"Hi, Nicky," Diane said casually as she came sauntering sensuously into the waiting lounge. She walked over to the chair where Nicky was sitting and sat down on the arm. She reached down and placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed it hungrily. Nick looked up into her face and smiled eagerly. He could feel his cock already getting nard in anticipation of being stuffed up Diane Sandeman's infamously big and sloshy pussy. Nick smiled back at her and got up. He looked around the room and noticed that most of the other men in the room who were waiting for their dates were staring at him. He chuckled with smug satisfaction to himself as he took hold of Diane's ear. He saw that they all knew he was taking out Diane that night for a hot night of fucking. Crap, what a fucking little whore, Nicky thought to himself as he dragged Diane from the waiting area and out to his waiting convertible.
"How are you tonight, Nicky?" Diane asked casually as they strolled to his car. Nick opened the door of his car and motioned to her.
"Get in," he smirked. Diane flashed him an evil grin and Nick felt his meat beginning to throb in his groin.
"Where are we going tonight, Nicky?" Diane inquired. She buckled up her safety belt and turned to Nick.
"To the drive-in, Diane," Nick answered. He got into the front seat behind the steering wheel and slammed the door. He knew that there might be a better show in the car that night than on the screen.
"Oh, goody," Diane squealed excitedly. Nick looked at her and smiled salaciously. Diane was wearing another one-piece dress. He figured that she realized they showed off her fabulous body really well. But Nick also figured that Diane liked them because every guy that wanted to could get his fingers up under it and into her pussy as easily as possible. Especially since the whorey little slut never wore underwear. Just the thought of that fact excited Nicky unbearably, as he drove out of town to the drive-in.
"What's the picture that we're going to see, Nicky?" Diane inquired earnestly.
"Curse of the Planetoids," Nicky replied rather matter-of-factly. He looked over at Diane and leered at her boobs as they jutted proudly from her dress. She was staring at him and had a distressed look on her face.
"What is it baby?" Nicky asked sympathetically.
"Oh, Nicky! Why do we have to go see that horrible film? You know I hate monster pictures," Diane whined. She reached her hand across the car seat and placed it on his thigh. Then she ran her fingernails up and down his legs and down into his crotch. Nick felt his meat growing hotter by the second as Diane tickled his crotch.
"Well, we don't have to," Nicky explained. He had planned it that way, though. He knew that Diane would not want to see the movie. Therefore, knowing that she would reject the proposal, Nick had planned to suggest that they just go to his fraternity house and watch some television.
"Well, Diane. Why don't we get some beer and just go to my fraternity house and watch some television," Nicky suggested with a calculated grin crossing his handsome face. He searched her eyes for a response. He knew that he could get her to spread her legs for him easily if he plied her with some liquor and sweet-talk.
"Oh, that sounds like a lot more fun," Diane replied with a little smile. She squeezed his thigh, and Nicky felt his stiffening penis begin to palpitate like crazy. He was ready to unzip his fly right there behind the wheel and let the slutty tramp suck him off. But he played it cool. He had had enough dull cock-sucking with Gilda. What he really wanted, and needed, was to feel his ten-inch shaft rammed all the way into a fresh piece of hot cunny flesh.
"Good! We'll drive around town for a while and then go to my frat house," Nick explained. He wanted to delay as long as possible. He knew that since it was Friday night that most of his fraternity brothers would be gone. The whole house would be empty. They would have the television room all to themselves for a fantastic and totally uninhibited round of fucking and sucking.
"Oh, it's so big," Diane Sandeman squealed with surprise as they walked through the entry-way of the big colonial-style fraternity house.
"That's what you said about my cock this morning at the lake," Nick added sarcastically.
Diane flashed him a dirty look and then walked over to him. She smiled at him, and with her fingers, reached down to his groin and groped his rock-hard dong through the material of his pants.
"Well, it's true, you bastard," she smirked. Then she turned away and tossed her purse onto a nearby chair.
"Okay, Nicky, why don't you take me on a guided tour of this place," she asked. Her eyes surveyed the foyer and the chapter room quickly. Then she looked back at Nick and took hold of his hand.
"Well, Diane. This is the entryway, and ... "Nick remarked casually, waving his hand about.
"But what about these pictures on the walls?" Diane asked earnestly. She pointed to the yellowing photographs in gilded frames that lined the walls.
"Well, what about them?" Nicky asked. He walked up to the spot where she was standing and placed the palm cf his hand across her firm little ass.
"Point them out to me. I'm really interested," Diane quipped. Nicky could tell that she was putting him on. She wanted to get hold of his cock as soon as possible and he knew it all too well.
"Well, Diane, there's this one, and this one, and that one over there," Nicky remarked pointing casually with his finger and massaging her ass with his other hand.
Diane looked at him and let go with a little chuckle.
"Oh, Nicky, you're such a tease," she squealed with a little laugh of merriment.
"Would you like to see the television room?" Nicky asked rather lasciviously. He stood directly behind her and rubbed his bulging crotch up and down over her backside, pressing his swollen organ against her buttocks.
"Oh, yes, Nick. I want to see everything you've got," Diane replied. A salacious grin graced her pouting lips. She placed her little finger in the corner of her mouth and smiled at him as she turned.
"You will, baby. You will. Come on." Nick grabbed her hand and led her down one of the darkened hallways of the huge old mansion.
"Gee, Nicky, it's awfully quiet tonight. Where is everybody?" Diane inquired.
"Oh, it's Friday night," Nick replied with mock surprise. "Nobody stays around this place on a Friday night."
"Oh, I see," Diane replied. She followed him through a doorway into the television room.
Nick released his grip on her hand and switched on one of the lights. Then he walked to the television and turned it on. He looked back at Diane as he stooped over to adjust the raggedy picture.
"What do you want to watch, baby?" Nick asked as he fiddled with the control knob.
"Oh, I really don't care, Nicky," Diane replied. She plopped down in the big stuffed sofa that sat directly before the screen. Nicky adjusted the picture.
"Is that all right?" he asked, looking back at Diane. She smiled at him and held out her hand.
"Yes, Nicky. It's fine. The sound is just right," she remarked coolly. Nicky looked at her and laughed as he stood up. He scratched his crotch and stared at her with a big grin crossing his handsome face.
"But there's no sound, Diane," he stated with a tone of surprise in his voice. He took hold of her hands and sat down on the sofa next to her.
"I know, Nicky. I said that it was just right. The only thing I want to hear is your breathing, Nicky," Diane replied salaciously. She began to fiddle with the top button of his white dress shirt. She undid it as Nick relaxed. Then she worked her nimble fingers down the entire row undoing each button until Nicky's shirt was open to the waist. Diane smiled at him and ran her hand inside. Nicky felt her fingers groping and massaging the hairy flesh of his chest hungrily.
"How does it feel, baby?" Nick inquired. He spread his legs a little further apart as he slumped on the sofa. He was hoping that the next thing that Diane would undo would be the top button of his pants. He felt his cock throbbing in anticipation of being stuffed into Diane's creaming cunny hole.
"Oh, Nick, you're such an arrogant guy.
You have a beautiful body too, you know it very well," Diane remarked. Nicky felt her lingers toy with the strands of blonde hair that grew in circles around the nipples of his pectoral muscles.
"Yeah, I guess, you're right, baby," Nicky replied haughtily. He turned and embraced Diane, pulling her jutting tits harshly against his open shirt-front. He mashed his lips against hers and darted his tongue into her mouth. He ran the tip of it over her teeth. He met her tongue with his own and they began to kiss and lick at each other's probing flesh.
"Oh, Nicky. You are a bastard, but I can't resist your body," Diane moaned into his ear. That excited Nick even more. He ran his hand up under her dress. His fingers squeezed and massaged the milky-white flesh of her inner thighs as he worked his way up to her juicing twat box.
"Oh, Nicky, I want to make love. I want to feel you inside me," Diane moaned as Nick's fingers tickled her twitching pussy lips. Nicky clamped the palm of his hand over her cunt and pushed. Then he rubbed his hand up and down over the sloshing hole, savoring the flavor of the red pussy hairs grinding against him. He began to nibble at Diane's earlobe as he methodically lowered her into a prone position on the sofa.
"Nicky, I want to feel your body on top of me," Diane gasped excitedly. Her fingers continued to pull and tickle the little aureoles of blonde hair that grew across Nicky's well-muscled pectorals. He looked into her face and smiled.
"But Diane, I thought that you wanted to watch television this evening," he commented sarcastically. Then he felt Diane's nimble fingers work their way to his groin. Diane squeezed his distended penis through the material of his pants and looked into his eyes. She parted her sensuous lips slightly and spoke.
"I think we can put on a performance of our own right here," Diane snickered.