Chapter 8
"Isn't this a college kids' hangout?" Mara asked, as Jim pulled into the parking lot of a bar near the local university.
"College adults," Jim corrected. "It'll be hard to find anyone in there who's under twenty. It's not the kind of place that's strictly for computer geeks."
"Hey," Frank said. "Some of us are."
"I'm one, too," Jim said. "It's just a matter of calling a spade a spade. Anyway, there's a certain young lady who just might be here, who just might be in need of some companionship."
One look at the place told Frank that this wouldn't be a place that overly conservative or religious students would feel comfortable in. More than a few of the patrons seemed to be too old to be undergraduates, and he guessed they were faculty. Punk rock posters adorned the walls, and a blowup doll in cheap lingerie commanded the top of the mahogany woodwork of the bar.
Leather, earrings and a good deal of nose rings seemed to be the fashion, although a number of men were dressed like he and Jim, casual shirts and slacks, and didn't seem in the least uncomfortable or out of place. A coed brushed past him, and Frank got a good look at her small, round jiggly breasts through a strategically placed rip in her T-shirt.
"Not my usual kind of place," Frank commented, "but I like it. Different, anyway.
A Rubenesque brunette who couldn't have been more than nineteen bumped into Mara and stumbled, briefly pressing her hand against the back of Mara's skirt. The coed murmured "Excuse me," but she seemed anything but apologetic. As she turned away, she winked at Mara and blew her a kiss.
"You know something?" Mara chuckled. "I think I like this place, too."
Jim was looking around, frowning. "I don't see her, so let's get a table."
A very short young woman with half-purple, half-black hair and a large nose ring sneered up at them as she passed. A taller, more conservatively dressed blonde winked at Jim. She stepped up close to him, swinging her hand out as if to touch his fly. At the last second, she swirled away, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, we can't expect everyone to like us," Jim laughed. "Frankly, I'm glad that punky-looking one didn't."
"That's something I never could see," Frank mused.
"Even when you were her age?" Mara laughed.
"Look, I'm not even thirty yet."
"So, who is?" she retorted. "You don't-hey, Jim. Someone's waving to you."
A small young woman was smiling and gesturing to Jim as he led them to a table against the wall opposite the bar. "We are in luck," he said, signaling to her to come over.
Everyone's lust rose as the petite, curly-haired blonde coed pranced over and sat down. Frank was secretly glad that she wasn't wearing a nose ring. She was in what seemed to be the uniform for most of the campus, T-shirt and jeans, but top and bottom were clean and in one piece.
She said, "Hi, Jim. Hi, everybody. I'm Violet."
Frank's cock immediately stiffened. Was it her mouth, the sound of her voice, or maybe just her presence? He clenched his fists under the table, aware that he hadn't given her his name yet.
"I'm Mara," the brunette said, looking deeply into Violet's eyes. She took the coed's hand and gripped it tightly.
An unmistakable look crossed the coed's face. She nodded to Mara, then took Frank's hand. He gave his name in a somewhat unsteady tone of voice. She grinned and bit her lower lip.
"I'm just showing everybody the less uptight side of town. Frank lives next door, and Mara's a friend."
"Oh, a good friend?" Violet smiled slyly.
Frank was discomfited. Mara was delighted and said, "Yes, a very good friend."
"But not his wife, right? I forgot what Jim said her name was."
Frank's eyes widened and he sat up straight. Jim cleared his throat and said, "Violet, I haven't gotten around to telling Frank that I was discussing him and June-that's her name-yet."
"Oops!" She flashed a silly grin and clapped her hands over her mouth. "I guess I'm just in a naughty mood tonight."
"Oh? Would you be in any other kind of mood, then?" Jim inquired.
"Yes, that mood," Violet responded. "It's tits night around here, and I'm all revved up."
"Tits night? You never told me anything about that," Jim pointed out.
"Well, you never asked me."
"Okay, I'm asking you."
"It's like a contest, whose tits are biggest and whose are smallest," Violet explained, licking her lips with just the very tip of her tongue. Frank felt his cock throb at the sight. "See that stage back there? Well, the contestants-that's me, too-just pop their tops and get up there."
Mara gazed hard at the blonde coed's chest. "You sure wouldn't win biggest," she remarked. "What's the prize, if any?"
Violet chuckled. "A free pitcher of beer, and popularity. But it's really a turn-on, being undressed in public. Ooh, do you think I'm weird or something?"
"Hell no," Mara chuckled. "I get a tingle out of flashing my tits and ass, too. Even my pussy, if the scene is right."
"You, Mister." Violet leaned over the table, doing her best to force an accusing look on her face. "I know you love to show off that big dick of yours."
"You've seen it?" Mara questioned.
"Oh, I'm quite familiar with it. Anyway, Joe over there-" she gestured to a biker type with a sizable beer belly-"is summoning us to the contest. Come on over-you can't see much from here."
Luckily, there was an empty table right in front of the stage. Off to one side, about eight young women had gathered. Frank leaned back in his chair, watching as T-shirts, blouses and sweatshirts came off. Since light was focused on the stage, he caught only a hint of different breasts.
"Here's Lucinda," the biker type announced.
A tall, rather horsy brunette jumped up on stage, holding her immense round breasts and pointing her nipples at the audience as she pranced back and forth. Midway through her three minutes, she stopped abruptly, bending over. Her bare nipples came within a fraction of an inch of the stage, and the crowd, already noisy, became hysterical.
Foot-stomping, clapping and cheers followed her off the stage. Shauna, a brown-haired senior with breasts the size of basketballs, came on next. Her boobs stuck straight out from her bosom with no sign of sag. Rather than bend over, she leaned backwards so that her thick nipples were pointed at the ceiling.
Mara reached under the table and grasped Frank's thigh. She squeezed hard, and he parted his legs. Her hand rode into his crotch, where she lightly rested her fingers over the cock bulge there.
Craning his neck to position his mouth by her ear, Frank whispered, "Don't make me cum, please. The stain will show."
"Just getting you ready," Mara said in a normal tone of voice. She gave his cock bulge another squeeze then pulled her hand away.
Two more women with average-sized breasts were featured, then a slightly older-looking student with small cones of breasts like Mara's came on. Jim commented that Mara would tie her.
"You know, maybe I should get up there," Mara mused. "I was just telling Violet that I get a tingle from exposing myself."
"That might not be too good an idea," Frank commented. "Maybe someone from the firm, you know, like that. We're too close to home."
Mara sighed and sat back down. "Right, right, I'll save it for the beach-where I go, no uptight prick would dare follow."
The next coed had small spheres of breasts, two diminutive balls of flesh that jiggled a bit as she pranced around. The one who came after her had almost identical breasts.
Then, Violet appeared on stage. Mara hissed sharply, gripping the edge of the table. "Thanks, Jim," she said. "She is just so luscious, so perfect."
Two small risings, like almost-flat disks, greeted Frank's lusting eyes. The stage light shown down directly on her slender, vividly red nipples, and he jammed his thighs together against his burgeoning erection.
Turning to Jim, Mara said, "Do you know if she's doing anything-anyone-tonight?"
"She hasn't said anything," he replied, "but then again, we didn't get much of a chance to talk to her. All we can do is hope."
The biker type followed Violet on stage. "I don't have to tell you, but just to be fucking official, the big tits goes to Lucinda, and the small tits to Violet!"
Grinning, the petite blonde coed darted up to their table. "You guys can have the pitcher. Me, I have some business to attend to."
Jim's face fell. "What kind of business, like I have to ask?"
Violet gestured to a big, burly sophomore. "Well, we have work to do, sort of." With that, she darted away and appeared as if by magic by the football player's side.
As the waiter brought them their pitcher and glasses, she appeared at their table again, looking crestfallen.
"He's sick or something, or I don't know," she pouted. "Anyway, I'm stuck with nothing to do."
Mara whispered to Frank, "I just had an interesting idea. A little change in our plans, if you know what I mean."
Violet facing away from them, leaning over the back of her chair and talking to a rather scholarly looking older man. Frank said, sotto voce, "I'm afraid I don't know."
"Well, you wanted to test June, to see how liberated she's really become. Walking in on the two of us is okay, but how would she take to an out-and-out four-way?"
"I just hope my bed's big enough," Frank said guardedly.
A moment's reflection warmed him to Mara's plan. Just seeing the look on June's face would be pleasure in itself. It suddenly occurred to him that he would, in all probability, end up getting to sample Violet's sexual skills.
That brought his hard-on, which had receded, back full force and he shifted around in his seat.
"Ooh, you're ready for it," Mara whispered back.
"Do you think she'll go for the idea?"
Mara leaned over and whispered Frank's question to Jim, who said he had no idea. "Well, we don't have to give her all the details. If this really is a bust, well, it'll be a good life experience for her."
"So, we'll just invite her-"
"And be quiet," Mara hissed as Violet turned her attention back to them.
"Mara, Frank and I going to go to Frank's," Jim said to the petite blonde coed. "You're invited, of course."
"Sounds like fun," Violet said. She cast covetous glances at Mara and Frank. "That other guy was just one of my professors. Strictly business, you know."
"Hmm," Jim mused. "It seems to me that you wouldn't have any trouble getting decent grades by being indecent."
"Yeah, but that way, I wouldn't be learning anything. Fucking's not the only thing I'm interested in, you know."
"I didn't mean to imply anything like that." Jim looked abashed. "And you're right, anyway."
"But I'm not studying anything right now," Violet quickly replied. "And you guys aren't my teachers."
Frank wondered if she could be their teacher, but he kept the thought to himself. The biker type brought the pitcher and some glasses over, patting Violet on the shoulder.
"This is her third pitcher," he said. "I mean, third-time prize. Don't know when we'll see a smaller pair of tits." With that, he walked off.
Mara had a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back her laughter. Violet seemed totally unconcerned, and Jim shook his head as the biker walked off. Frank looked totally lost. Sensing that, Mara gently but firmly told him to drink his beer.
As they got into Frank's car, Mara got into the back with Violet. The blonde coed leaned against Mara, letting her fingers wander over her hand. With a deft snap of her wrist, Mara turned her hand palm up and seized Violet's fingers. She squeezed, and the coed shuddered with delight.
Resting a hand on Mara's thigh, Violet inched her way up under the brunette's skirt. Mara parted her thighs just a bit and draped an arm around Violet's shoulders. Jim turned around and grinned at them.
Frank glanced at the dashboard mirror. "Hey, easy, folks. I have to keep my mind on driving. We don't have that far to go."
"Oh, we're just getting comfortable," Mara purred, stroking Violet's upper arm. "Don't mind us a bit."
Violet kept her hand in place, and soon, Mara was writhing around in her seat. Frank grimly kept his attention on the road, relishing the moment in spite of himself. Since Mara's skirt was covering her crotch and Violet's hand, Jim couldn't see much, so he contented himself with listening to the soft murmurs both women were making.
Mara was as amazed as she was aroused by the girl's cunt fucking skills. The student parted her cunt lips with two fingers, then turned her wrist precisely the right way to smoothly slide them in.
As if she'd been Mara's doctor, Violet smoothly located her G-spot and began to work it in a steady, circular motion, not too hard and not too lightly.
A powerful climax burst suddenly in Mara's cunt, and she squeezed the girl's shoulder hard as her pussy gyrated around the coed's steadily working fingers. Cunt juice erupted from her slit and she groaned softly, humping Violet's hand. Gripping the hem of her skirt, Mara flipped it up. A burst of light from a street lamp briefly illuminated her pussy, just as Violet was withdrawing her hand.
"She's wonderful at that," Mara said. "like a magician-I can't believe how quickly you brought me off."
Violet said nothing. Instead, she held her cum-wet fingers up and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked hard and loudly, then pulled her fingers out with a loud pop.
"I love the taste of pussy," she said, licking her lips. "And Mara, you really taste good."
"Well, there's more where that came from," the brunette replied. "Let's get our asses up to Frank's, and we'll see. By the way, I'm really curious to see how you taste."
"Oh, you will," Jim laughed.
"I'd say something here, but I'm trying not to get us into an accident," Frank commented. "It's the next block."
He pulled up into the driveway. Mara and Violet let themselves out and hovered around the front door while Frank unlocked it. He ushered them in, and he and Jim went to get beers from the kitchen while the women settled themselves on the living room couch. When they stepped in, both women were bare-breasted and Violet was sucking Mara's left nipple.
"Here come the guys," Mara said.
Withdrawing her mouth, Violet said, "So? Who cares? We're having fun, anyway."
"Right, but I could use another beer," Mara sighed.
Violet kissed her nipple. "Yeah. I want one, too. So, let's give them a break."
They parted and leaned against the couch, their shoulder blades pressed into the back cushion to make their breasts stand out more. Frank sat next to Violet and Jim sat at the other end of the couch, next to Mara.
"We might as well start by taking off our clothes," Violet suggested. "That's how these things usually start."
Frank and Jim got up and stripped in a flash. The women eyed their half-hard cocks for a moment, then Mara lifted her butt, reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She tossed it off and sat back, now completely naked.
Violet stood up and sauntered to the middle, unsnapping the top of her jeans and slowly pulling them open. Turning her back to the guys, she slinked her hips as she worked the jeans down her legs. Stepping out of them in slow motion, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her thighs.
"Oh, she's shaved!" Mara cried out. "Frank, this is incredible."
With excruciating slowness, Violet turned to face the men. Two pairs of male eyes widened as her completely denuded pussy came into view. They feasted their eyes on her smooth labia and small slit, and the flesh on top that denoted her clitoris.
"Hmm, these pricks look all right, wouldn't you say, Mara?"
"Frank's works well enough," the brunette commented, as if she was discussing a laboratory specimen. "Certainly tasty enough, too."
"Are you sure?" Violet squinted at Frank's penis. "I heard somewhere that the skinny ones don't taste too good at all."
"That's funny," Mara mused, taking a long, hard look at Jim's prick. "That's what I heard about the thick ones."
"Gee, I sucked a cock that was almost that thick last week, and it was delicious."
"I guess there's only one way to find out," Mara sighed resignedly."
'"Fraid so," Violet agreed.
Trying their best to look like they were accepting an unwanted fate, they walked slowly across the room. Violet stood in front of Frank, and Mara stood in front of Jim.
"You know," Mara reflected, "it would be easier to tell if those dicks were completely hard."
"I can fix that, no problem," Violet assured her.
Stepping aside a little so she was equidistant from both men's horny eyes, she raised her right leg perpendicular to her hip and grasped her ankle. Her pussy lips parted, and both cocks sprang up at once.
Dropping her leg, she said, "See? That's all it takes."
"You mean, you just have to go like this?" Mara leaned back, spreading her cunt lips wide.
"Right," Violet affirmed. "Now, let's get to work."
She dropped to her knees in front of Frank. Very lightly, she took the base of his hard-on between two fingers and wiggled it. Frank stared down at her long, red nipples, and further, to what he could see of her denuded pussy.
Then, the blonde coed draped her arms over his thighs and daintily grazed her lips against his cockhead. Frank grunted and slid forward, rubbing the underside of his cockhead against her cheek. Expertly, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, taking his long prick between her lips.
She held it there, his cockhead just inside her mouth and the shaft sticking out. Pressing down with her lips, she rubbed her tongue tip against the underside and felt his hard-on shudder. Then, she began to draw his cock in.
Mara caressed Jim's ball sac with her lips, pressing his thighs hard. Pursing her lips, she sucked his nuts, then ran her tongue tip along the stiff tube on the underside of his erect penis. At the head, she paused to massage the sensitive underside, then she laid the flat of her tongue along the bottom of his cockshaft.
Meanwhile, Violet's ministrations had progressed to the point where she had about half the length of Frank's nine-inch cock in her mouth. Going so slow as to make her movements imperceptible, she remained on her haunches, her back perfectly straight. There was a dreamy expression on her face and a vacant look in her eyes.
The brunette snapped her tongue into her mouth, taking Jim's thick dick with it. With an animal-like grunt she shoved her head into his crotch, filling her mouth with his stiff member. Her cheeks collapsed as she sucked hard, making small, jerking, back-and-forth movements with her head.
Jim started grunting and humping her face. Violet continued her steady engulfing of Frank's hard-on. He remained still, helpless as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. Violet continued her way down, her arms over his thighs, her hands hanging down limply.
She hadn't made the slightest move to touch him, and he was more than halfway to climax. Suddenly, she increased her pace, plunging her head down. Frank felt his cockhead slide all the way to the back of her tongue, then into her throat.
Mara was working her head around, swinging Jim's prick as she masturbated him with her tightly closed mouth. His cock started throbbing, and she quickly pulled it out.
"No rubber," she explained, looking up at him. She glanced over at Violet, who seemed not to hear.
Before Jim could say anything, she seized his cock shaft with both hands and started stroking hard. His dick began pulsing back and forth, the head appearing above, then vanishing below, the edges of her palms. Uttering a hoarse roar, Jim thrust his ass at her and a long, ropy string of semen leapt out of his cockhead.
"Violet, I'm going to shoot," Frank cried out urgently. She nodded, his cockhead still in her throat. Mara was about to say something, then the coed deftly removed Frank's penis from her oral cavity and held it straight up.
"Thar she blows," Violet giggled, watching Frank's cum spurt up, arcing high, then landing on his thighs.
Mara slowed extracted herself from between Jim's legs and stood up, licking her lips. Violet did-likewise.
"Well, what did you think?" Mara asked.
"Tasty," Violet replied. "Very tasty. I guess that just isn't true about skinny pricks. How did you do?
"Oh, same," Mara said, feigning disinterest. "I guess it isn't true about thick cocks, either."
"Yeah, but look." Violet pointed to Frank's crotch, then to Jim's. "They're all soft, now."
"That shouldn't spoil anything," Mara instructed. "We can just go on and party without them."
"Who knows? Maybe watching us will make them hard again," Violet remarked, then laughed.
"Come here, you." Mara threw her arms around the blonde coed and pulled her down to the sofa. "You just sit there," Mara said, pressing down on the young woman's shoulders.
Violet's diminutive butt cheeks sank into the sofa cushions. Putting her hands on the coed's knees, Mara spread her thighs and knelt before her.
"Talking about how something tastes," Mara muttered, peering at the blonde's bare pussy, "let me try a little of this."
Violet leaned back and cupped her hands over her breasts as Mara kissed her pussy slit. Frank and
Jim slid to the edge of the coach, bending over to watch as Mara stuck out her tongue and leisurely ran the tip from the top to the bottom of Violet's pussy slit. Just before she reached Violet's clitoris, Mara snapped her tongue back and turned to the men.
"She is absolutely delicious," she announced.
With that, she plunged her face back into Violet's crotch and thrust her tongue between the coed's pussy lips. Violet let out a shrill cry of passion, rocking her beautiful bare buns back and forth. Mara got her tongue tip in, and Violet leaned over to clutch the brunette's shoulders.
Feeling her lust boil over, Mara nudged a hand between her thighs and gripped her pussy. As she probed the interior of Violet's pussy, she slid a finger into her own snatch. As her tongue made contact with Violet's G-spot, she got her finger tip over hers.
Frank and Jim were holding their privates, both cocks stiffening as they watched Violet kick her legs up and raise them high in the air. Her pussy lips swelled visibly against Mara's mouth, and Mara snapped a hand out of her pussy to grip the blonde coed's hips. Violet's small feet waved around in the air, and she shrieked with ecstasy as her cunt juice soaked the brunette's face.
Mara froze, her tongue in place in the girl's pussy as Violet's orgasm consumed her. Finally, when the mad pulsation inside her pussy began to slow down, Mara withdrew her tongue. Planting one last kiss on Violet's slit, Mara pulled herself to her feet, licking the girl's fluids off her lips.
Stepping over to Jim and Frank's couch, she planted herself in front of Jim and looked down critically at his not-yet erect organ. With a shrug, she turned around and sat on his lap. His prick slithered between her ass cheeks, and she leaned against his chest.
Saying that Mara had had a good idea, Violet sat on Frank's lap and reached between her thighs to toy with his penis. Frank slid his hands over Violet's tits as Mara squeezed her ass cheeks shut around Jim's prick.