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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS}  A Dormitory Tub for Two {Frenchy the Third}  {mf Rom, Oral, Anal}
Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 00:10:01 -0400
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   A Dormitory Tub for Two (mf Rom, Oral, Anal)

   A partly true story

   By: Frenchy the Third

   Here is my unfortunately mandatory disclaimer: If you are not old enough
to be reading explicit (and I'm working hard to make them that way)
descriptions of sexual activity between two consenting minors or would
morally object to reading such descriptions then just stop reading now! 
The author claims exclusive copyright and while I have no objection to this
story being disseminated or copied for sharing free of charge, I do object
to it showing up on any commercial site without my explicit permission and
involvement.  If you are going to share this story, please make certain
this disclaimer and my byline, above, stay with it.  Oh, Yeah!  This is
fiction and therefore there isn't any concern about AIDS, pregnancy, or
other annoying major disasters like that.  If you have any urge to try the
scenes described herein, in the REAL world, "BAG IT BEFORE YOU WAG IT!"

   I posted this to the group a while ago.  I unfortunately posted the flow
of consciousness text version, rather than the spell checked, grammar
checked, much nicer to read version.  It was ugly.  Way sorry about that
people!  While the overall quality of this story hasn't gotten much better,
hopefully it isn't as painful just to try read it.

   Okay, I think we're ready to get into the story now.

   Back in my days as a horny young man, I was blessed with parents who
made it my priority to attend college.  Had I not attended college, I might
have missed out on some of the best sex in my life.  I don't believe that
was their original intention when I was matriculating, but it quickly
became a very pleasant obsession.  I had always been one to follow the lead
of my seven-inch penis, but mostly it had lead to a Playboy or a pulp
paperback hidden in my headboard at home.  I was the class nerd in high
school and while I was told that many young ladies were losing their
virginity all around me, they were doing so with the members of the
Football Team or the Basketball Team, not with the members of the A/V club
or the Photoclub or the Speech Team.  In going away to college I was at
last given the opportunity to discover the exquisite joy of a horny
girlfriend.

   The events I want to describe took place on a Saturday night during the
spring of the year in Northwestern Minnesota.  It was after midterms, but
not late enough that finals were rearing their ugly heads.  It had been a
tough week with several important tests and a lot of late night studying.
We had slept together Friday night.  (Funny how you can fit more or less
comfortably in a single bed at that time of life and you can't seem to keep
from accidentally waking each other up in a king size bed when you're
older?) I believe we were both so tired that we went to sleep without
making love, more than once.  The good old man on top and we each have a
good orgasm and we both drift off to sleep almost at once kind of sex.  She
woke up first the next morning and announced that she had a lot of studying
to do and that she was heading back to her room.  I agreed that hitting the
books was my fate for the day as well and we agreed to meet for supper at
the school cafeteria.

   Ah yes, school cafeterias.  The food in those places sure has changed
over the years.  Now the cafeterias partner with Burger King and Pizza Hut
and offer things we could only dream of in the early 70's.  Our only
choices were: a sandwich line with concoctions of dried bread tossed
together by work study students who had probably never seen a sandwich
before they came to college in the U.S.A.  or the regular line, featuring
the latest in sadistic casseroles.  The football team used to eat steaks in
a separate food line, but apparently the remarks they were drawing from the
rest of us were upsetting to their digestion and they were moved to the
"Executive Dining Room." There the hotel and restaurant management students
could practice waiting on them in formal uniforms, while the players sat at
tables with white table cloths and crystal glasses and linen napkins, by
candle light.  Sorry, I digress, but some memories just come unbidden now
and then.

   While I'm at it, I don't want to be calling my girlfriend "She" for the
rest of the story, so let's call her "Tawny." That's close enough that I
can easily associate it with her and not close enough to upset her if she
should ever run across this someday.

   We managed to find something to keep our belt buckles from scraping our
backbones, as my father would say, and headed back to the dorm.  By now we
had had enough of studying and were ready to have some fun.  Neither of us
had much money to spend, but with one horny dick and one horny pussy (and
some other willing female orifices which she was willing to contribute), we
hadn't had any trouble finding something fun to do up to this point in the
school year.

   We went back to my room and managed to lay waste to a large amount of
Vodka and Coca-Cola.  I called it simply Coke back then, but I wouldn't
want you to get it mixed up with the snowstorm of cocaine that would hit
campuses much later.  I kept the cola in the little one cubic foot fridge
in my room for late night cram sessions.  Other people used coffee, but I
figured as long as I was going to spend the money, I might as well buy
something that had a dual purpose.  It would keep you awake during the week
and help you get loose on the weekends.  The vodka was from the bottom
shelf: Wolfschmidt vodka.  I believe it sold for US$6.19 the half-gallon
(approximately two liters for those of you in a metric world) at that time.
At that time of my life, quantity not quality was the priority for that
entertainment expense.

   Anyway, there we were in my dorm room, fairly drunk and more than fairly
horny.  I know it was in the spring, because we were past the stage of
simply having vaginal intercourse until one of us was sore.  We had already
found that Tawny enjoyed anal intercourse, but didn't have orgasms from it
as easily as vaginal intercourse.  Actually, Tawny claimed she was an anal
virgin before we met.  Over the course of our relationship, I had done my
'most ut' to make sure that condition did not recur.  She didn't like it if
I came in her mouth and she had a vicious vaginal odor if she was having
one of her frequent yeast infections, which kept me from performing
cunnilingus when the fungus was among us.  We were at the stage where a
little variation would make the sex more exciting and I hit on the idea of
taking a tub together.

   I had tried sex in the shower several times the year before with a
different girlfriend but had discovered that if we kept the inner curtain
closed, someone would, invariably, steal our clothes as a prank.  If we
left the inner shower curtain open, allowing us to keep an eye on our
clothes, that seemed to be the signal that we were into exhibitionism and a
crowd would gather rather quickly.  While Tawny might just have been able
to enjoy some honest exhibitionism (especially as drunk as she was at this
point), I wasn't sure that some of the jocks who lived on our floor would
be in condition to understand that they were to look and not touch.  One
particular group slept four people in a room meant for two, leaving another
room completely empty, except for a large refrigerator and two beds which
they filled with mostly willing coeds on a frequent basis (the beds, not
the refrigerator, that was full of beer).  Friday night was game night and,
if they followed their normal pattern, they wouldn't be sober again until
Monday afternoon, at best.  I had no intentions of involving Tawny in a
gangbang and I don't believe she had any interest in being the guest of
honor for one, either.

   However, as I explained to her, "We can lock the door to the tub room.
Nobody will bother us or even know we're in there until we're ready to get
out.  We'll be dressed by then and we can just hurry back to my room."
Tawny allowed as how a nice hot soak and some sex sounded like a great idea
and agreed to give it a try.  She walked down to the other end of the floor
(coed dorm, gender separated by floor sections) and used the toilet.  Then
she came back to my room, gave me a big sloppy kiss and accepted the bath
towel, luckily a clean one, which I held out for her.  I know someone's
going to ask why she didn't just pee in one of the stalls in the men's
room.

   The toilets work exactly the same.  And the answer is: I don't know.  We
were just so used to her walking down to the other end of the hall to
relieve herself, that we never thought about using the stalls fifteen feet
from the tub room.

   There was no one about in the hallways, as it was early in the evening.
I held open the door to the men's room for her and waved her in with a
dramatic flourish.  The smell was a touch funky, but not too disgusting. 
By Monday morning the smell would be overwhelming with the contribution
from puking jocks who were too drunk to hit a toilet and the oriental
students who would be cleaning their cooking gear and the drug fiends who
would be cleaning their paraphernalia and the usual idiot who was just too
damn lazy to flush when he was done.  She sniffed a bit daintily and I
remember trying to tell her: "We can open the window in the tub room and
get some nice fresh air in there and it won't be too cold, 'cause we'll be
in the tub.  It'll be nice and warm and the fresh air will smell great." I
don't know if she believed me, but she didn't walk back out.

   We had brought along some washcloths to clean out the tub, if it should
need it.  God knows what my mother thought a guy was going to do with
washcloths, but I had been duly outfitted with a dozen of them during my
first year of college and they certainly were in pristine condition.  The
tub passed Tawny's inspection and we adjusted the taps to give us a nice
hot soak.  We used one of the washcloths to plug the overflow so we could
keep more water in the tub.  I was ready to whip open the window, when
Tawny stopped me.  She said she wanted to get in the tub, before I opened
the window "just in case" someone should see her.  I figured the chance was
extremely rare, as it was a small window on the second floor, with nothing
outside it but parking lots for the next two blocks.  However, seeing that
this young lady was extremely willing to let me have my wicked way with
her, I could afford to be gallant and "thoughtful." We stripped down
together, a process that took quite a while, because I was insistent on
kissing and caressing each new area of her body as it was uncovered and she
seemed to think she should do the same for me (lucky me!).  Eventually she
got into the tub and, after opening the window, I did the same.

   I slipped in behind Tawny so I got the cold tub on my back and she could
lean back on me with her legs just reaching the end of the tub.  Thankfully
the dormitory's designers had specified large tubs for these rooms.  I
don't know if they had hydrotherapy in mind for injured jocks or what, but
the tub was very nicely sized for two medium sized people.  I spent a lot
of time nibbling on Tawny's neck and lightly rubbing any of her parts that
I could reach, which was most of them with just a little help from her.  It
didn't take long before she was making little satisfied noises and
wriggling against me most enjoyably.  She slid sideways on my chest and
craned her neck to give me a peck on the cheek and asked me if we should
"do it?" Proof that I was ready and willing had been riding her butt crack
since I got in the tub, but it was nice of her to ask.  I assured her I
certainly did and she turned herself around to face me, with her legs on
either side of mine.

   With my hands just under her ribcage, steadying her, Tawny took my penis
in hand, inserted its tip between her labia and began a sweet, warm,
enveloping descent.  In my excitement, I had bridged my back so that my
penis was completely clear of the water.  Once she was impaled, to our
mutual satisfaction, I relaxed and lowered us into the water.  We kissed
and wriggled around until we could find comfort in this new position.  With
visions of mutual bliss to come (based on too many porno movies), I began a
series of long deep strokes in and out of her.

   Tawny cried out in pain and thrashed about, trying to lift herself off
of me.  I had no idea what was going on, but stopped as soon as it was
obvious that she was reacting in pain, not in passion.  Confused, I mumbled
something incredibly suave, like: "Are you okay?  What's going on?"

   Tawny gritted her teeth, clenched her vaginal muscles around the small
amount of me still left in her and hissed out: "The water is washing away
all my lubrication.  It hurts really bad!  Don't move!  Just let me pull
off of you." With some additional hissing and gasps on her part, we were
soon two separate bodies again.  It's fair to say we were both feeling very
frustrated and she was patently sore in an area that was key to our mutual
satisfaction.  I held her close and nibbled her neck and told her over and
over that I was really sorry to have brought her pain.  She clung to me and
continued to blow heavily and wriggle uncomfortably for a little while
longer.  At last she relaxed and slumped against me.  We were just warm and
caring together for a short while.  We switched positions to where she was
again lying back against my chest again.  I started caressing her and
nibbling on her neck again.  At one point she giggled and asked: "You don't
quit, do you?"

   I let go of her ear lobe to add some extra base to a quiet "Nope!" in
her ear.  She wriggled against me and said: "Good!"

   My erection had subsided when I discovered she was in pain, however now
she was no longer evincing pain and I was enjoying the warm water, the
togetherness, and the feel of her naked skin against mine.  My little
soldier was soon knocking at her sore door.  She shifted her head to my
shoulder and grinned a little at me, while asking: "Is that you knocking
back there?"

   I did my best to sound romantic, rather than drunken, horny, and
frustrated as I responded: "Um hmm."

   Obviously, my best effort wasn't fooling anyone.  Her grin disappeared
and she said: "I'm sorry.  It just really hurt.  We both thought it was
gonna be really good, but...  I just can't.  It still hurts!"

   Again, trying to be the gallant lover, I gave her a peck on the forehead
and assured her: "It's okay.  I like just holding you when you're naked. 
Heck, I even like holding you when you're not naked.  But this is kinda
nice, isn't it?" She wriggled against me, gave me a peck on the cheek and
it was her turn to: "Um hmmm."

   Then she added: "But you're still really horny aren't you?"

   I couldn't have denied that if I had wanted to, but it came out just a
little hangdoggedly: "Ummm.  Yeah.  Kinda."

   The frustration was obvious on her face as she reached to touch my
cheek. "I'm sorry, but we're not going back in there, tonight.  I'm really
raw."

   Ever the optimist and still horny and drunk, what I wanted to ask was:
"Can I stick it up your ass?" Fortunately I had just enough control to make
it came out: "Could you take me in your bottom?"

   Her eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped.  "How?  We don't have any lube
and if it hurt that much in the front door, your never gonna..." Confusion
overtook her ability to communicate in her still drunken state.

   Horniness is a great motivator and I improvised with: "We can use soap.
I'll get myself all slippery and you can slip right over me and we won't
stroke, we'll just sit with me inside you and cuddle and kiss and be
together.  How about that?  Okay?"

   She didn't look too convince, but she was game.  "Okay, but let me do it
and if it hurts, we're just gonna quit.  Okay?"

   I was perfectly happy with that idea.  She moved off of me, so I could
bridge my groin out of the tub and at the same time apply a significant
layer of soap to the organ of her impalement.  I did my absolute best and
encouraged her to identify some areas where she thought I could have
applied more.  When she was convinced I was as slippery as I was going to
be, she moved to straddle me.  I suggested she soap her hand, so she
wouldn't be removing any of the slipperiness while she was lining me up for
entry.  She agreed and was quickly in position.  She moved very slowly
down, so I could really feel the stretching of her sphincter muscle and we
both gasped as it clamped around the bottom of the glans of my penis.  She
held position and admonished me: "Don't move...  Just let me do it!"

   "I'm doing my best.  If you need more soap, I could try to apply some
more." I said, trying to helpful.

   Tawny wasn't paying any attention to what I said.  Her eyes were closed
and she was gritting her teeth and hissing through them ever so slightly.
Again, she emphasized: "Just let me do it!" She opened her eyes to stare at
the ceiling for a moment and then took a huge breath and started to impale
herself a bit further on me.  She was panting fit to please a Lamaze
instructor, short shallow breaths, with each exhale 'poofing' from her
lips.

   She kept up a slow downward progress, her eyes tightly shut,
occasionally stopping to whimper something like: "It's peppery!  It's
peppery!  Oooh!  It stings a little.  <pant> <pant> <long breath> Okay!"
Then in her normal voice: "It's okay, now!" And the downward progress would
start again.  Never the athlete, my muscles were getting tired of holding
my groin out of the water.  I was sorely tempted to push upward into her,
but I didn't want to ruin the progress we had made so far.  Eventually her
perineum came in contact with my pubic bone and she opened her eyes, smiled
at me and said: "Let's get in the water, okay?  It's cold out here!"

   Doing my best to imitate the operator of a lift bridge and just because
I liked the words in a sexual context, I assured her: "Going Down!" Slowly
I lowered us to the bottom of the tub and Tawny did her best to pant and
whimper until my legs were under us and she was sitting on my thighs.  I
sat up and we kissed and hugged for several minutes.

   After a bit, Tawny leaned back with her hands on my calves and asked:
"Can you feel that?" Her sphincter muscle rode up and down a small part of
my penis and I assured her I could feel it.  "Don't move!  Let me do this!"
Her right hand left my leg and reached between her legs.  She began to
gently play with herself.  Unfortunately, the coordination required to
support herself, play with herself and try to squeeze my penis with her
anal sphincter, all at the same time had disappeared long before.  Her left
arm started to shake and she was just able to catch herself before she went
over backward against the plumbing at the other end of the tub. 
Frustration was obvious on her face as she mumbled: "Well, that isn't gonna
work!"

   We cuddled for a little bit.  Then she announced: "I'm getting cold."
When sitting on my thighs, a lot of her upper torso was clear of the water
and the breeze from the window, however slight, was quite cool.

   I being the lowest one in the tub, with my penis tightly held in the
glorious warmth of her most intimate orifice, came up with a response of:
"I'm in heaven!"

   Tawny giggled just the slightest and told me: "Well you can come back.
Let me up and I'm gonna get dressed." Then her eye's widened as she began
her upward movement.  "Wait!  Wait!  <big exhale> Let me do it!" She took a
big breath and began a slow continuous removal from my penis.  When we were
separated again, she heaved a huge sigh and stepped out of the tub.  She
began to dry herself and looked down at me.  I hadn't made any move to
leave the tub as she was doing her best to take up as much standing room as
possible.  Mock seriously, she shook her finger at me and said: "You clean
up that mess or I'm not going to let you back in.  Use a washcloth and do a
really good job or your not going to get back in my bottom."

   I shook my head and asked: "But if it's gonna go back in your..."

   Tawny cut me off with: "No!  I mean it now!" She pulled the washcloth
from the over flow and rung it out.  "If you wanna put it in my bottom
you've gotta clean it really well.  I don't wanna put it in my mouth, right
now, but if I wanted to, I want it clean enough to..., okay?"

   Now how many guys would bother to work through the logic of her
statement?  Or honestly tell their girlfriend they weren't going to do it?
Out of practice though I might be with a washcloth, I knew the basic
principal and was more than anxious to see that I did work that would match
her expectations.

   While I was busy gently scrubbing away, she leaned down and managed to
give me a sloppy, deep kiss.  I'm circumcised, so I didn't think it really
gonna take all that long.  I should have expected something was up, but
being drunk, horny, and absorbed in the task at hand, I truly wasn't
thinking any further than the end of my penis.  She quickly stood up, bent
over the chair that held our clothes and asked, "Where's you key?"

   I, very helpfully, told her it was in my shirt pocket.  I bridged myself
out of the water and asked: "Is this good for you?"

   Tawny's eye's twinkled as she turned around with my room key in her
hand. Then she frowned and pointed at an imaginary smear and said: "No way!
Do it again.  And do a really good job.  I want it really clean!"

   I lowered myself back in the tub and diligently tried to find the
offending area of what I was sure was a well-washed organ.

   She bent slowly over the chair again, grabbed up everything on it and
made a really short dash for the door.  She was out of the tub room in a
flash.  She stopped to grin at me and say: "I'll see you in the room." She
slammed the door and I could hear her giggling until the men's room door
slammed shut behind her.

   I shook my head and decided that I was probably clean enough by now.  I
put my soap in its plastic box and looked around me.  I had no clothes, no
towel, and though my watch was in my pants pocket, neither of which was now
in sight, I knew it was getting later, as I could hear a lot more activity
out in the parking lots.  I had a soggy washcloth, but that wasn't going to
be a whole lot of help.  I let the water out of the tub and checked to see
who might be outside the tub room.  With luck, I might be able to steal a
towel or borrow a jacket.  No one was around.  That was a mixed blessing, I
guess.  I checked the shower stalls, on the off chance that Tawny might
have tossed my clothes or a towel into one of them.  Down deep, of course,
I knew she had departed far too quickly for that.

   "Okay!" I told myself, "No one's gonna think much about a guy wandering
around the men's room naked, but once I hit the hall, I'd better enjoy
streaking." I peaked out and sure enough there were an amorous couple just
coming down the hall toward me.  Being situated in the corner, I was going
to have to be at least half way into the hall before I could see if anyone
was walking toward me in the crossing hallway.  I waited a few minutes more
and stuck my top half out of the door.  The hallway was clear in both
directions and I made a sprint for my room, only a short distance away.

   I was there in no time.  The door was shut.  Therefore, it was locked.
For security all dorm doors lock when they are shut.  You have to have a
key to open the door.  Mine was in my room, with my girlfriend.  I knocked
as discretely as I could.  I sure didn't want the guys next door to think
it might be their door and come to see who was there.

   No answer.  Damn!  I knocked a little louder.  Then a lot louder.

   Tawny's giggle called out: "Who is it?"

   Shit!  "It's me!  Open the door."

   Another drunken giggle.  "Who's me?"

   Not thinking too clearly, I could only repeat: "It's me!"

   Tawny was enjoying this moment to the fullest.  "Is it my lover?"

   "YES!  Open the door."

   "Is it my lover who's wants to put his thing in my bottom while I play
with myself?"

   "YES!  Open the door."

   "Is it my lover who's gonna take revenge for my little trick on him?"

   "YES!  Open the door."

   "Sorry!  Wrong answer."

   "Okay!  I'm sorry.  I promise!  No revenge!"

   "You promise?"

   YES!  Let me in!"

   "Are you absolutely certain?  No revenge?"

   "Yes!  I promise." Shit!  Another couple was just coming up the stairs
at the end of the hall and I recognized him as one of the guys who lived on
the other end of the floor.  They would have to come right past me.

   At that moment, Tawny decided she had had enough fun and the door was
swung wide.  I jumped with a speed that would have made Superman proud and
wound up losing my footing, when the small area rug just inside my door
slid under the impetus of my jump.  Tawny slammed the door shut.  It was
immediately obvious that she had undressed again and was wearing only a
bath towel.  She dramatically tossed this to the end of the room and
pounced on me, as I tried to lever myself back off the floor.  She pressed
her mouth to mine and I surrendered to a huge, sloppy, long-lasting kiss,
which led to another and another.  I had been going to at least pretend to
be angry with her, but she was giggling so much, and well...  No harm had
been done and it's really hard to be angry with a lapful of happy, giggly,
horny, naked young woman.  By the time I started to play with her privates
while we kissed, she stopped me, to say: "I made us each another drink. 
Let's sit in the chair together and kiss and hug and have our drink and
then we can 'do it.' Okay?"

   It sounded damn good to me and I told her so, as soon as I could get my
tongue out of her mouth.  She pushed me into the chair and crawled into my
lap facing me, with a drink in each hand and her legs sticking out over the
arms of the chair.  Fortunately it was padded well enough that this was
actually fairly comfortable for both of us.  She had made some strong
drinks and I figured these would definitely have to be sippers.

   She took a strong pull on her drink, set it on the table next to the
chair, and then had an attack of the giggles.  I followed suit and held her
close.  "That was a dirty trick!" I told her.  The big grin on my face took
any upset that might have been inside of me out of my voice.

   She took her drink off the table, took another large pull and peeked at
me over the rim of the glass.  "I thought it was funny" she said and
giggled, some more.

   "I'll bet you did!" I told her, trying and mostly failing to avoid
giggling along with her.

   "Did anyone see you?" she asked.

   "No, I don't think so.  It was pretty close there at the end, but I
don't think anyone saw much of me."

   She finished her drink, put the glass on the table, and reached between
us to grab hold of my semi-erect penis.

   "Ahhhh!  That's cold!" came out of my mouth.  She had purposely been
holding onto her glass, cold from the ice cubes and cola that had been in
it.

   She giggled again and pulled my penis up against my belly to stroke me
until I was firmly erect.  She got out of my lap with a big grin.  She
swayed for a moment in front of me and informed me.  "Unh uhh!  You can't
put it in my bottom if you haven't finished your drink.  I want you to show
me you appreciate my making a drink for you!"

   I stood up and prepared to chug the remainder of the drink.  Tawny had
walked backwards to the desk drawer where we kept our love making supplies.
Again her voice taunted me: "Unh Unh Uhhhhhh!  You gotta be sitting down.
It doesn't count if you're standing up.  Pleeeeease?" She took out the
container of lube we used for anal sex and waved it at me.  "Pretty
Pleeease?"

   I didn't really know what she was after this time, but it was obviously
getting close to the "big moment" so I decided it was going to be a lot
easier to play along.  I sank back down, tossed down my drink, tried to get
my breath back after the effect of the huge shot of alcohol and waited to
see what she was up to.

   Tawny giggled some more, walked the few steps to where I sat and then
bent so her head was level with mine.  "Did you do are really good job of
cleaning up your thingy?"

   "Yeaaahh!" I assured her.

   "A really, really good job?  It is clean enough to put in my mouth if I
wanna?"

   "Yeaaahh!  If you wanted to..."

   "Well I hope so, 'cause I wanna." And with that, she put the lube on the
table next to us and plopped down on her knees.  She tried to take my penis
in her mouth while I sat deeply in the chair but the angle was
uncomfortable for her.  I tried to slide forward so I was sitting on the
edge of the chair, but I had gotten a bit sweaty and wound up slipping off,
just barely avoiding falling on top of her.

   "Um...  I guess you're gonna have to either stand up or lie down.  Is
that okay?" Tawny asked, with big round eyes.

   I lurched to my feet and presented my little soldier for her inspection.
"No problem.  That's the easy part.

   She took my in one hand and made quick short strokes at the base of my
penis, holding me in the circle of her thumb and forefinger.  Her other
hand caressed my buttocks.  At the same time she took the head of my penis
in her mouth and began to rapidly tongue the sensitive underside.  I had
been mostly erect since she first tried to suck me, but I was hard as steel
with this treatment.  Once she was satisfied that I was at my peak, she put
her other hand on my butt and began to rock back and forth taking more and
more of me into her mouth.  Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, adding that
pressure to the instroke and occasionally on the outstroke.  She watched my
face to see my reactions to her efforts.

   I put a hand on her head and began to set a rhythm for her.  Tawny shook
her head and pulled her mouth off of me.  "Don't do that.  I won't use my
hands, but don't push my head.  If you hit the back of my mouth, I'm
probably gonna puke.  I wanna suck you but just for a little bit, okay?" It
seemed like a simple price to pay for a very well intended blowjob.  I
pulled my hand away and just leaned my hips toward her a little more.  Soon
she was groaning and slobbering all over my penis and I was really enjoying
her efforts.  She was trying to play with herself with one hand now, but
the coordination skill was too much for her, once again.  I started to
think I might be enjoying her efforts just a little too much.

   "You don't want me to come in your mouth, I suppose?" I asked her.

   Tawny pulled her mouth off me just long enough to say: "Unh uh!" Then
she was back to sucking and slobbering and staring up into my eyes while
she kept up that wonderful rhythm with her whole body.

   "Well, where do you want me to come?  Cause this is feeling really good!
Ummm..."

   She pulled off with an audible pop and wiped her chin, before slurring:
"In my bottom."

   "Well, maybe we better switch over to that.  Is that okay?"

   "Okay!" Tawny leaned backward and tried to roll to her hands and knees.
Her legs got tangled up in themselves and she wound up falling to the
floor.

   She rolled onto her tummy, got everything working again, and got herself
up to her hands and knees.  Then she changed her mind and put her head and
shoulders on the floor, her legs spread and she began to play with herself.


   I was enjoying the show and sort of forgot that I was supposed to be
part of this action.  She stopped, came back up to all fours and then
pointed to the table, to remind me: "Use lots of that...  and go real slow.
It's still a little bit sore back there."

   Being far to drunk to be terribly subtle, I took the cover off the jar
of lube and simple stuck my penis in as far as it would go.  I came out
with a respectable coating and some extra as well.  I knelt behind her and
gently rubbed some of the excess lube into her anus with my thumb.  She let
out a groan and put her head and shoulders back to the floor.  "Use just a
finger first, okay?" she asked.

   Since that would get some penetration going, I was most agreeable.  I
used more of the excess to liberally coat my index finger and carefully put
just the tip inside her.  Tawny groaned again and grabbed me with her
sphincter muscle.  "Let me do it.  Just hold it still and let me do it."

   I did my best to keep my finger steady while she rocked her hips slowly
back and forth, each backward pass taking a little more of my finger each
time.  Soon my entire finger was inside her.  Her muscles cramped and
squeezed me.  I could hear a grunt escape her.  We were motionless for a
moment and then she relaxed.  "Okay, try to work it back and forth just a
little and then we can use two fingers." At that point, her fingers became
active around her labia again.  She quickly became more relaxed and soon my
middle finger joined my index finger at full length in her rectum in no
time.  I buttfucked her slowly with my fingers until she told me: "That's
goooood!  Okay!  I need the real thing now."

   I made a long arm to grab the Kleenex off the table behind me and wiped
my fingers before I presented myself to her ready asshole.  I was hard as
could be and quickly placed the tip of my penis in her distended opening.
"Okay" I said, "You drive." She began to rock her hips back to me, impaling
herself a tiny bit more each time.

   I couldn't take the overload of pleasure in the hot clenching journey
into her rectum silently.  "Ahhh!  You are so hot.  It's so good!  It's
just so good!"

   The liquor and the naughtiness of our actions and her hand between her
legs overcame Tawny's normal quietness.  "Are you fucking my in my little
butthole?"

   "Yes!  Right in your butthole!"

   "Do you like buttfucking me?"

   "Yes!  I wanna buttfuck you every day and every night."

   "Do I have a tight asshole?  Is it tight enough for you?"

   The dirty talk and the urge to "FUCK" were too strong and I began to
plow into her as if I was taking her vaginally and roughly even for that.

   "Your asshole is really tight.  You're hot and tight and I love fucking
you in the ass!"

   Her breathing was shallow and coming in shallow, panting breaths in time
with our rhythm.  "Do you wanna cum in my ass?  Am I gonna make you cum?"

   "I'm gonna cum in your ass!  I'm gonna fill you asshole full of my
cream! Your asshole that no other man has ever had, is gonna be filled with
my essence!  I'm gonna fuck you till you're full of my cum!"

   Her voice took on a whiny begging tone and her hand in her privates was
almost a blur of activity.  "Please cum?" Please cum in my asshole?  I'm
gonna cum and I want us to cum together.  Please cum with me?  Please,
please, cum in my ass...  NOWWWW?" She craned her head around to look at
me.

   Her eyes were bulging out and her mouth was a huge OH.  She was barely
able to pant and she was nodding her head in tiny short jerks trying to
tell me it was really NOW!

   That put me over the edge.  "I'm gonna cum...  I'm cumming in your
asshole.

   I'm cumming." And I was.  It felt like part of my soul was being blown
out of my penis, I came so hard.  I was dizzy and panting and practically
spastic by the time I finished hosing her guts with my load.  We both
collapsed and had just enough energy to roll over on our backs with her
head on my shoulder.

   When we were both able to breathe, somewhat normally, Tawny said:
"Umm... I think I need some of that Kleenex." I pulled a couple of tissues
from the box that had wound up on the floor on the side of my body opposite
her.  My hand was halfway to her when she grabbed them from me and they
disappeared toward her bottom.

   A short moment later, there was just a bit of embarrassment in her voice
as she said: "Ummm...  I think I'm gonna need some more." I passed over a
couple more and those followed the first two.  There was a bit of amazement
in Tawny's voice, now: "Just give me the box!  What were you doing back
there?  It's pouring out of me.  Gosh...  and I'm gonna have to go to the
little girl's room."

   I gave her a peck on the forehead and said: "Sounds good.  I think I'll
go take a shower, while you're down at the other end." Tawny put her
panties back on, with a generous wad of Kleenex acting like a panty liner.
She didn't want to try to wiggle in and out of her tight jeans, so she
borrowed one of my t-shirts that covered her as well as any of her short
skirts.

   I threw on my bathrobe, grabbed a clean towel, and found my room key.  I
gave her the room key and asked: "You aren't going to make me stand out in
the hall again are you?"

   She snickered and said: "Not with your robe on, that wouldn't be any
fun."

   I did a very good job of cleaning myself.  Tawny did let me back in
without any fussing and we kissed and cuddled and fell asleep in each
other's arms.  I woke up the next morning with my penis in her mouth and, a
short time later; she treated me to a rare occurrence of her letting me cum
in her mouth.  As soon as I was completely done ejaculating, she wriggled
out of bed, spit out her mouthful into some Kleenex.  She bent over to get
at my little refrigerator.  Even though I had just had a terrific blowjob,
I felt a thrill of desire as I was treated to a rear view of her charms. 
She straightened up, and tuned around while rinsing her mouth with a quick
swig of Coke, straight from the bottle.  She looked for a moment as if she
were looking for somewhere to spit, then shrugged her shoulders and
swallowed.  She popped a breath mint from her purse, took a deep breath,
and announced that I was taking her to breakfast (well, lunch by this time)
and not to the cafeteria.  I had enough left in my entertainment budget to
cover the likely cost and it sounded like a real good idea at the time. 
Especially when she did her best to wiggle her hips and suggested I should
build up my strength as her vagina was going to be "all better" and looking
for a little action, tonight.

   I did.  We did.  No doubt about it, sometimes, "Life is good!"

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