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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 10)
The more time goes on and Patrice becomes the overriding identity, the
more jaded I am becoming in my sexual appetite. As much as my male
counterpart liked sex, for me it is almost an obsession. Jack the man and Fritz
my rottweiler my go to males for satisfaction when no one else can finish
the job.
I haven't kept a scorecard; but I don't have close to enough finger or
toes to count my encounters. I can go for weeks, feeling the need to be
really fucked hard build and then I don't have control over what happens
when in "heat" like the bitch I am. The need so overwhelming that I will do
anything that I am told so I can be fucked hard.
There is just one way to stop that drive and that is to do the
mirrored reversal. Did I ever tell you the name of my host that I feed off of
maybe the relationship has gone past that point. He is in semi-retirement now
and brought out only when I need to slow down. I enjoy meeting people I
knew as my first self and seeing how they react to my second self. Of
course the sex differences does account for some of the way others talk to me
meeting me for the second time so to speak.
And yes, the gender thing comes into play in what others expect you
to know or how to do things. I think my adapting to my feminine role has
had a few pitfalls; but you can relearn anything if you make the effort.
I am not sure what I am trying to say; but we do adapt to our
circumstances. Knowing both sides of myself, I find that at this point Patrice is
who I really am.
These thoughts clouding my mind this morning as I dress for work and a
9:30 AM house showing. I will look good and thankfully I am just showing
to a woman or at least she says she will be alone. I have found that my
house sales are doing well, quite well; but I am throwing in the sex regular
and enjoying it and not using it to just "seal the deal." I have been
trying to slow down and not let my professional reputation become like my night
time personal one of slut.
I have found that you don't want to overdress and make the woman feel
dowdy; but you want to dress neat. I wish I could sell in jeans and a top;
but my boss just won't go for it at the moment. I am working on him in
more ways then one to come around to my thoughts.
So a nice button front dress, with a floral pattern, a little loose in
the top to let my breasts breathe and flowing nicely to just above my
knees. Not tight on the ass; but losses and flowing around my legs.
I still enjoy the "commando" feel and look, so no bra or panties, even
though I don't plan on showing to my client. I will jiggle a little; but
nothing major unless I walk real fast. Flats with my height are all I wear
unless I want to look down on a client.
The shorter women are intimidated by my height and that I don't want
when selling. I want them comfortable with me. Remember I am 5'10" when in
bare feet and everything else.
The woman married and pregnant and needing a starter home and not too
expensive or in need of much repair. I have just the place for her and
feeling compassionate to her situation, have just the place for her and hubie
and baby to be. She is on my schedule for later in the week to show it to
her and her husband. I will not try to seduce him, I just would not feel
right about that. I do have some feelings for people.
Nothing else on my immediate schedule, I decide to go to the library
to work on a paper I have due. Did I mention that I am taking a course
about the MIddle Ages? I always loved that period of time and when I went to
college had taken a course at Marist College about Medieval History. Now
twenty some years later, they are offering this one and with my daytime job,
I have been able to work my appointments around the class date and times.
Driving over to the local library, Adriance Memorial Library in
Poughkeepsie and grabbing my shoulder bag and finding a quiet nook in the musty
back section to set up shop. Checking the list of books I had already
worked up and looking through the maze of shelves. Having found several of
those books and returning to the library table to sprawl out and work my way
through some of them.
Finding a young man at my study table as I set my book down and check
my list as I study the young man. He has a book and a pad of paper in
front of him and is scratching away steadily, making notes, reading and making
more notes.
A bit overweight with glasses, a little acne and late teens. Polo
shirt and khaki pants and loafers. A Marist emblem on the folder alongside
his pad, so he is a fellow student.
Pulling out a chair next to him and my shoulder bag, "you don't mind
if I sit here?" The boy looking up, his eyes refocusing from academics to
social and seeming confused, as he stutters a little. "No, I don't mind."
Scrapping his chair loudly away from my chair, as if I had a disease or
something.
My presence seeming to make him uneasy, so I decide not to bother him
with small talk and just get to my paper. I do so enjoy reading about
Feudalism and Knights and Ladies and all the other pageantry that went with it.
And that includes the peasants and famine and diseases and wars. It
really wasn't a glorious period of history. I think on back then and see
myself, not as a lady or queen; but as a tavern wench. Laughing softly to
myself and seeing the young man turn to give me a look.
"Sorry," as I look back at him, "I didn't realize I laughed aloud."
The boy going back to his scribbling, and believe me his notes are
scribble. Almost looks like a shorthand of some type My own script clear and
precise, which is somewhat different from the scribbling of my mirrored
double.
Trying to be quiet as I push my chair away from the table to sit back
and relax as I read. Another look from the young man and a look of apology
on my face.
Watching the student, so intense in his note taking as he turns pages
and writes, turn pages and writes. His pad pages being flipped again and
again.
Noticing as I look up from my book, that he has stopped writing, his
pen poised; but motionless as he studiously stares at the book in front of
him. His pose as if he turned to a statue; but his eyes are moving. Not at
the book; but at each movement of my legs as I shift back and forth.
Finding it amusing as I realize that I have distracted him from his
study. Putting my book down and stretching, my skirt pulling up my thighs,
past the midway point. Then crossing my legs one over the other, letting
him see the raised side of my thigh and maybe bottom of my ass cheek as the
skirt of my dress rides a little higher.
Teasing him for a few minutes like that, and then rising up and taking
my notes back to the rack and returning in a few moments, a couple of
button on the top of my dress undone.
Noticing that the young man is still sneaking looks again, as I cross
my legs. My top would be much more obvious, if I had large breasts to
burst out of the unbuttoned bodice.
Reaching into my shoulder bag and bringing out a bottle of water to
sip as he shifts his seat closer to the table and I am betting I know the
reason for his shifting as I pull my chair back to the table. Checking to see
that no one is nearby or in the racks behind me as I sneak a hand into my
lap and undo a series of button at the bottom of my skirt.
Taking a bottle of water from my shoulder bag and sipping it as I lean
back to watch the young man. Noting he is nervous and fearing he is going
to "rabbit" on me. Deciding to start a conversation, and see if I can get
him more then just looking interested.
"HI, my name is Patrice. I noticed you are really into your studying.
I thought it was a forgotten art. Studying in the library." Waiting for
his response as he turns to me and acknowledges me with a nod of his head.
"My name is Gerald." The voice almost formal and staid and ringing
with a bit of nervousness. "I find that the library lets me study in peace
and away from the noise of the dorm."
"You are a Marist, or Dutchess or Vassar or Bard student? So many
choices around here." Keeping my voice low as I try to relax the young man.
"Marist." I don't think he is comfortable talking with me, because I
am female or much older or a stranger. I don't think I threaten him
physically. Well maybe sexually physically I might.
"Those dorm were not the place for quiet reflections and study when I
was a student, long ago I might add. However, I am a student again, well
for one course this semester at Marist. I am taking MIddle Age HIstory."
Trying to lull him into a sense of security and make him comfortable
in talking with me. Leaning over confidentially, "I come to this Library,
because those young women in the Marist library make me feel older then I
am. I feel more like a mother or aunt or teacher rather then a fellow
student. I look more in place here with the older mustier book." Smiling at the
young man.
"Ah, you are not a old woman, you look fine and are not all "giggly"
like the regular students." Well at least I got a response and a sort of
compliment from Gerald.
"Thanks, I like this spot. It is away from the rest of the crowd;
while near the books I need. I can do my research in private with no
interruptions." Placing my hand on his forearm as I speak.
"Now the two of us have this secret spot as a getaway from "the
maddening crowd." I can feel the tenseness in his arm as my fingers rest on it,
and a slight trembling.
Looking him steadily in the eyes, then raising mine just a little.
"Do you mind." My fingers lifting and pushing down a bit of hair sticking
up. Then pouring water on my fingers and doing it again. "There, a little
unruly hair can be sexy; but I got it under control for you."
Smiling brightly at the young man as he blushes. Not sure if it is my
hand contact or the word "sexy or both that brought that reaction. At
least he is not running out the door, trying to get away from the old lady.
Thinking that I am a good twenty-five years older then this boy, old enough
to be his mother and more.
"Sorry, I am disturbing your study. I tend to be a motor mouth around
handsome young men." Turning back to my books and looking over my notes.
"You are not bothering me ma'am. I am enjoying your conversation."
His words earnest as I look up and see him looking at me.
Leaning to him, my hand falling to touch his thigh this time, "I am
enjoying this very much myself. You seem much more mature then the other men
your age in my class. I hope we are not making too much noise back here
alone." Letting him know that I am aware that we are not near anyone that
might disturb our conversation.
The contact of my hand making the young man twitch. My hand resting
firmly on his thigh now. Moving it slowly back and forth over the top of
his leg. A catch of breath as my hand slowly moves higher on his leg.
Leaning to press my lips to his cheek and then sliding them to his
ear, "relax, I will help you. You need a break from the books." The man
staring straight ahead, unmoving as a figure in a wax museum.
Turning my hand to move my fingers from south to east and move them
higher to touch the bulge in his trousers. Boxers or commando, boxers,
commando would be too daring for this man.
My expert fingers, feeling the crown and then the shaft, pressed to
his leg by the tightness of his pants. The young man is "cut".
Staring down at my notes as my fingers trace the length of his
erection to the front of his fly. "My, my you have a problem there Gerald."
Turning to face him, "would you like me to help you with it?"
His lips pressed tight together and a brief nod his only reaction. My
hand reaching to his fly. Finding his hand covering that area, as my
fingers grasp his and lift them gently away. Placing his hand on my thigh, the
open buttons exposing the soft warm flesh, as I reach again to his fly and
find the tab of his zipper and pull it down. Expertly curling my fingers
in the opening and feeling the tickle of his pubic hair on my finger tips
and then the warm soft base of his aroused penis. Tugging to get him to
adjust and finally feeling him lift up on the chair relieving the tension of
his pant leg and allowing my fingers to work his hard shaft from the opening
of his pants.
Not looking up as I speak softly, "undo your pants and let them give
me more freedom. I like the feel of your cock Gerald. And I hope it is in
this state because you find me attractive."
Pulling my hand back and wetting it with my lips then grasping my long
slender fingers around the turgid shaft. Moving them slowly up and down
his erection, feeling it swell in my hand and having to look over and down
to see his aroused organ. Licking my lips, thinking of that cock entering
one or two of my openings.
My other hand taking the hand resting motionless on my thigh and
moving it to the bare pubes as I open my legs wide. Taking his finger and
rubbing it along the wet slit, letting him feel the warm moistness of my tunnel.
Moaning softly as I rub it again along the slit, forcing it deeper and
shivering as it drags slowly over my hooded clit.
"Mmmmmmmm." Moaning louder as I feel the fat velvety head swollen and
a touch of moisture at the slit, as I rub my thumb over the engorged gland.
Gerald using his fingers without my guidiance as I slip my ass cheeks
to the edge of my seat and close my eyes as his finger dips deeps into my
pussy. Hissing as my hips rock against his hand and I grip it again with
mine, holding it tight to my mound as I slowly fuck his finger.
"Gerald, I want you. I want you inside of me. Tucking his cock back
in his pants. Zip up and follow me."
Reluctantly taking his finger from between my fat lips and pulling the
sides closed and a couple of buttons as I rise up and walk to the racks of
books near the table. Disappearing deeper into the corner and waiting as
I undo my skirt again, with just two buttons holding it to my waist.
Undoing a couple of more at the top of my dress.
Breathing heavily as I wait and hope that he hasn't run off, scared by
my aggressive nature. Then hearing him bump the shelves and turn the
corner to be blockaded by walls of books.
Pulling him to me as my hands go around his waist and I lean into his
body, pressing my chest against his as my lips find his. A soft wet kiss
and then a harder one as I arch my hips and imprint my mound on the bulge of
his hard on. My tongue pressing into his mouth, slowly fucking it as I
want him to be fucking me. Biting his lower lip as my hands slide into his
waistband and find the round cheeks of his ass and squeezing them
encouragingly.
Leaving one hand squeezing and pulling him close and the other hand
moving up to his head and pulling it down to the opening in my top and a
whimper as his lips touch the hard tip of one nipple.
Holding his mouth to my breast as he licks at the small mound and then
finally takes it into his mouth. His cheeks sucking nosily and then
biting the tip accidentally, and the makes me quiver. His head trying to pull
away; but I hold it against my chest and then move it to the other nipple.
My thighs squeezing my cunt lips between them and feeling the spongy
tissue, wet with my grease. My legs threatening to buckle as I pull his head
from my nipples and kneel down in front of my young man.
Fingers working quickly and undoing his belt and pants and unzipping
him once again. Pulling his pants and shorts down in a brief tug of war as
my fingers finds his cock and holding it as my tongue snakes out to lick
around the fat head. Tasting the clear precum as it circles and pushes at
the small slit.
HIs hand on my shoulders and then my head as he rocks against the book
shelf, his legs trembling as my tongue lick down his cock and then
grasping the base of his shaft, pulling the head down till my lips open wide and I
take the fat knob into my warm mouth. Cupping his hairy ball sack with my
palm and curling my fingers upwards to press gently on his delicate orbs.
Bobbing my head an inch and then another, taking his cock slowly into
my mouth and sucking it like the great cock sucker that I am. Cheeks
hollowing and puffing out as I massage his dick with my lips and tongue. Some
pressure on his balls and his hand is gripping my head and holding it on his
cock as I move up and down the shaft quickly, raking my teeth gently on
the soft flexible outer skin.
The grunt the only warning as he rocks forward on his toes and holds
my head tight, nose pressed into his groin as his prick spits a thick column
of cum into my mouth and against the back of my throat. Holding it in my
throat as he spurts again and again and again. Tasting his sperm as it
fills my mouth and I swallow the creamy seed. Fingers gently prodding his
nuts to empty as my fingers milk from the base of his cock up to the underside
of his cock head. Moaning as I lick the last drop from his open slit and
feel the softening of the organ.
Licking around the head and then kissing it gently as I pull his pants
back up his legs and I look up at him with a soft smile on my face.
"Thank you Gerald."
The young man looking down at me, sort of in shock as he nods. Then a
"thanks." I can feel the nervousness in his body, as I stand up and kiss
his cheek. Never sure if a man will be offended with me kissing their lips
after sucking their cock.Taking his hand and kissing his neck and then his
collarbone. I want more; but he is already turning to leave as I hurried
button my skirt and blouse again. Then leading him back to the table. My
fingers interlocked in his as I sit beside him again. An awkward silence
as he says, "thank you." This definitely is not what I had in mind for a
culmination of my effort.
Watching as he closes his book and note pad, my hand dropping to his
arm and squeezing, "can you walk me to the parking lot?" His head turning
to me, "okay".
I didn't mean to suck the life out of him and it wasn't my best
effort; but I was hoping for more. I wanted him back there in the maze of book
shelves.
Feeling unsure of myself, as I pack up my books and papers in my bag
and sling it on my shoulder. The young man holding my seat and pushing it
back into the table, as he follows me through the reading room to the main
desk and unto Market Street.
A heavy rain falling as we walk down the marble steps, still no words
from my escort. "Where are you parked Gerald? That is my Navigator over
there."
"I will take the Loop bus to the campus, it should be along shortly."
Watching as the rain drops dot his shirt and seeing it will be soaked to
his skin shortly.
Grabbing his arm and pulling him along with me, "come on I will drive
you there. No need you getting wet to the skin." Clicking the button and
the unlocking and climbing in quickly. Gerald standing in the rain
looking at me.
"Get in or will I have to come out and get you?" Challenging him with
humor as he out weights me by a good sixty pounds or more. The young man
slipping into the passenger seat and I hand him a kleenix as I am already
using one to wipe my glasses. One of the downfalls of wearing glasses and
walking in the rain.
Taking my time as I let him get comfortable and at ease somewhat.
Then turning on the engine. "What type of music you like to listen to
usually?"
"Classic Rock, I like the older stuff and not the heavy metal." I
would have guessed that and flip on WPDH the local Classic Rock station.
Adjusting the volume down so we can talk, at least I hope we will talk.
Grabbing a towel I keep for such situations, and wiping the rain from my face,
lifting my dress away from my chest as the damp material is giving me
quivers from my aching nipples.
Gerald quiet, but his sidelong glance taking in my movements. My top
plastered to my body, as is his shirt and the dress and his pants a bit wet
also. Looking at him as I unbutton the skirt of my dress again and spread
it open to give my legs more freedom and to more importantly, let him see
how lovely they are.
I may look like a drowned rat at the moment; but I am a slut taking
advantage of every situation. His eyes seeing my legs exposed almost to the
top of my thighs. "Not trying to tease you, just want to get the wet dress
off of my legs." Using my words to point out the obvious and get him
looking. My legs are one of my best assets, if not my best asset physically,
long and toned and tanned.
"So, where do you live on campus?" Looking at him innocently as I
draw his eyes to my face; but see them drop as I spread my legs wider in the
driver's seat.
Waiting his answer, finally, "Champagnat Hall, I live on the seventh
floor, great view of the campus from my room window."
"I went to Marist Gerald, I graduated in, never mine I think that
would date me pretty good age wise. That was one of the older dorms and spent
a bit a time in that building." Smiling, wondering if he will get my
meaning. "I am a local girl, sorry woman and I commuted to Marist, but I did
spent lots of time in the dorms."
Pulling away from the curb and taking Market Street down to Main
Street and heading to the river. Then taking a right onto North Water Street
and a left to drive down to the Hudson River.
Seeing Gerald looking and knowing this isn't a route to the school,
"don't worry just a brief detour. I love sitting down here and looking out
to the river or walking along it." Pulling into the parking lot as the rain
pelt downs on the windshield and seeing that we are the only car in this
lot. Driving right up to the front to look out on the river.
Turning to Gerald and leaning over in my seat to kiss him on his lips
again. Feeling the rigid plane of his body, as my lips tease his and nip
at his lower lip till he gives in and opens his mouth to my tongue. His
mouth taste not unpleasant as my tongue snakes around the warm cavern and
finds his tongue to duel with. Finally getting a response as his tongue flicks
against mine.
Pulling back to lift his glasses off his face and place them on the
dashboard and then doing the same for my glasses as I really don't need them
up this close. Moving my head to press his lips back and forth, sucking on
his tongue and pulling at his lips with mine, as my hand finds the hem of
his polo shirt and pull it up as my hand movers over his warm flesh. My
hand crawling under the shirt and up his chest to find one of his man nipples
and tease it with my fingers and fingernails. Feeling the small bud
harden under my ministrations and knowing that his cock is most likely hardening
also..
Not giving him time to think as I pull his shirt up under his arms and
lower my head to suck on the hard pimple of flesh. His moans my reward as
I suckle and bite and tug the sensitive tip. My hand sliding down his
chest and over his tummy and to his waist. Fingers deftly undoing his belt
buckle and pants and a soft whisk of sound as his zipper teeth disengage.
His cock not hard; but in a stage of development as I push his pants
apart and pull out the long soft muscle. His hands at his sides, not
touching me as I work his body and mind into an erection.
I love a the feel of a soft cock coming to life in my hand as I touch
and caress and jerk it awake. So often, the man already has a raging hard
on when I get to that piece of meat. Feeling Gerald coming to life and
stiffening nicely as I run my thumb down the thick vein on the underside of
his prick. His hips jerking upwards in the seat as I press that vein and
squeeze the fat knobby head.
Then quickly sitting back in my seat, giggling as he opens his eyes
and looks at me. His cock standing proudly in his lap, pants disarrayed, his
polo shirt bunched up around his armpits.
"Now, do you want me to drop you off at the dorm, or maybe you would
like something else?" The young man speechless as my hand reaches over and
flicks playfully at his erection. Fingers curling to squeeze it gently as
I wait.
"Gerald, I want to make love to you, I want you inside me." My eyes
steady, looking at his. "We can do it here, or you can take me back to your
dorm room if it is unoccupied."
"We can see if my dorm room is empty." Nervous as he considers his
options. "Or we can do it right now." No real decision by him.
Bending across the console and kissing the tip of his swollen organ.
"Let's see if we can find your dorm room. It would be more comfortable and
only a few minutes away."
Taking his hand in mind and placing it between my legs as I start of
the vehicle and pull out of the parking lot and quickly onto Route 9. His
fingers wiggling teasingly; but I didn't need them to stimulate me, as my
body is stoking the fire inside of me. Hunching to the edge of my seat and
then squeezing his hand with my thighs as I drive quickly to the dorm
parking lot.
One hand on the wheel and my other on his stick shift, keeping him
aroused and horny; but not overdoing his stimulation. I want him to do me, in
me. Not all over the outside of my body or on my hand.
The parking lot allowing us to get fairly close to a entrance to the
dorm. Looking at Gerald as I kiss the tip of his cock again. "Time to put
it away for now." Taking his hand from between my legs and licking the
fingers individually and sucking them as I did his cock earlier. Then swiping
my finger between my legs and painting my invisible musk on his upper lip.
"I want you to remember keep your mind on the objective here." Giggling
again like a young girl.
Seeing him still nervous, "Gerald, you can tell your dorm mates if
they are curious that I am your aunt and I wanted to see your dorm and spend
some time with you."
That relieving him a little as I button up and down on my dress,
making it as matronly as I can. The dampness not totally gone and the dress
adhering a bit closer then I would like in this instance; but I need to have
this boy and have him soon.
Trying to calm myself as I step out of the SUV and we walk side by
side to the dorm. We are about the same height so it isn't too awkward.
Passing into the dorm lobby and then into an elevator to take us slowly up to
the 7th floor. Just touching the front of his pants once, to assure myself
that he is still partially aroused.
The short trip down one corridor passing open rooms and seeing the
messy disarray of a typical dorm. Young women and men also in various stages
of disarray in their clothing as we quickly pass down one hall and up
another. Gerald waving and saying hello to a few as he embarrassed, doesn't
stop to make small talk. I am happy for that, for I want one thing right now
and talking to a giddy college girl or moronic college boy isn't on the
immediate list.
Stepping in the half open door and checking for his room mate. "He
should be at class for another hour or so." Gerald's words giving me
encouragement as I don't think I am going to need an hour or two to scratch this
itch.
Closing the door and turning the simple lock in the doorknob as I step
in behind him. The room as small as I remember them for two people.
Narrow single beds; but at least not an overhead bunk as I saw in some rooms.
Gerald standing unsure in the middle of the room, as I walk to him and
slowly unbutton my skirt, undoing it from top to waist, then reaching down
and undoing the buttons from hem to waist, finally down to the last button
and pushing it through the eyelet and shrugging it off of my shoulders as
I stand nude except for my flats.
I know I am not a beauty in face or body; but I am not ugly in either
one. My breasts small; but firm and my nipples hard and taut as they
extend from my chest. My labia fat and puffy and needy as I stand for a moment
legs shoulder length apart and then walk to stand in front of Gerald.
Seeing the young man nervous, as I am a little myself. Reaching to
lift his polo shirt over his head and then reaching down to undo his pants
for the third time and pushing them down his hips to puddle around his feet.
Kneeling in front of him as I lift one foot and then the other, undoing
his shoes and socks, trying to ignore the cock swollen and swaying an inch
from my face.
Looking up at him from the floor and kissing his cock head once again,
as I stand up and cock in hand lead him to his bed. Pulling the covers up
as I take off his glasses and set them beside the bed on a dresser, then
removing mine and stepping out of my flats.
Kissing his lips as I move in close, feeling his body melding against
mine. Nipples meeting and feeling the ache as the hard tips push into the
softness of his man breasts. My mound nuzzling his cock as it is pressed
between us. My hands going to his waist as I lean for a moment my head on
his shoulder and then suckle at his neck with my lips.
His groan loud as I work my lips over the sensitive tissue and bruise
it gently into what will be a lovely hickey. His cock throbbing against my
mound and I can feel an urgency in him and me.
Barely a whisper as I hiss out the words, "you want me on top or on
the bottom." Waiting a couple of seconds and then pushing him to the narrow
bed and backwards on it, as I straddle his hips and quickly press his hard
prick into my cunt. Panting with need as I feel the fat gland spread my
cunt walls and slip deep into my tunnel. His groan loud as I look down and
seeing him staring wide eye up at me. Giving his cock a welcoming squeeze
with my walls and then another as I kegel hard and hold his cock still
inside of me. Leaning down and sliding my ass up to slip his cock to the
entrance and then pushing up to settle it again in my warm wet hole.
Working my body up and down on his body as his fleshy prick sheathes
and almost unsheathes with each stroke. My eyes blinking as I turn them
inward to concentrate on the feel of his cock bulging my pussy. Hissing as I
feel the pressure building in my core, the hot furnace of my cunt stoked
again and again by the fat knob and shaft. Whimpering as I ride his cock,
his hands on my spread thighs holding me on his straddled body.
His hard breathing adding to the sound of sex building in the room.
Shaking my head as I grab one of his hands and place it over the folds of my
pearl and press it hard into the small smooth button. Biting my lower lip
as my walls clench with the added pressure of his finger on my clitoris.
Hearing his expulsion of air as he wheezes and rocks his hips to help
with the stroking and massaging of my needy cunt. My fingers teasing his
nipples, as he continues to rub my clit and tug on one hard nipple. Giving
a quick orgasm as my walls spasm around his slick cock. My nostrils
flaring and feeling a flush of heat on my chest, as my legs tense.
Rocking my hips as I milk at his cock with my cunt walls. Hearing his
release in a loud groan as his cock head swells inside of me and erupts in
scalding spurts of seed on my walls and womb entrance. Holding my cunt
tighter on his shaft, as I feel him spurt again and then again, each shot of
jism coating me with more of his fertile seed.
My cunt twitching as I feel another hard contraction and then a series
of them as I dig his finger hard into my clit, pressing it into my body.
One after another hard involuntary spasms of nasty cunt grasping at his
cock. His long groan, not from his ejaculation; now because of my cunt
wringing out the last few drops of his seed.
Feeling sweat beading my body and seeing it on his flushed face, as my
toes curl with a hard gut wrenching orgasm. HIs cock still held by my
walls as it loses it firmness; but still is embedded in my pussy. Laying down
on his shoulder and whimpering softly as another series of contractions
add more grease to my cunt and forces some of his semen out of my cock lodged
opening.
Breathing hard as I kiss his neck and give him a nastier hickey as I
quiver on top of his body. Feeling his cock slipping from my mushy cunt and
smelling the strong musk of sex in the close room.
Laying on his chest, ass raised in the air as I slowly cum down
from the intense orgasm. Hs cock slipping out from between my bruised and
swollen labia. A glut of white cream forming a puddle as it oozes through
his pubic hair to the bedding below.
Gingerly lifting my leg to place it between his and then the other,
knee walking down the bed till I can lower my head and worship his cock with
my mouth one more time. Taking the skanky soft worm into my lips and
sucking on it as my tongue laves it with swirls and twists. My cunt scent
strong in my nostrils as I lap at his shaft and then lift it out of my way to
suckle his hairy nuts. His moans a rewarding sound to my ears, even though
the attention is not doing much for his cock itself.
My tongue licking at the puddle of white cream soaking the bedding, as
I lift his balls from the bed and clean as best I can. His moans and
groans again giving me a feeling of well being, as I think I have satisfied
this young man and maybe gave him an experience he will talk about some day.
"Thank you ma'am, ah Patrice." His words weak as he lays back drained
in more ways then one I think. Pushing myself up and off of the bed and
looking around and finding a box of tissues and wiping at my sticky cunt
lips and trying to be discreet as I clench and force more of his seed from my
vagina.
Gerald sitting up finally sitting up naked and looking like the
overweight young man that he is; but a silly "shit ass" grin on his face, lets me
know he is not even concerned with his looks at the moment. I like to
feel that he is well fucked and satisfied. "That was so fucking awesome."
His eyes looking at me with a different viewing, seeing me as a woman
and maybe allowing for my age at the moment as I definitely am not a girl
his age. Smiling at him and kissing his cheek again. "Thank you Gerald,
that was delicious and I needed to be fucked so badly."
It doesn't matter that I did most of the work, he kept it hard long
enough for me to get off nicely. "Are you ready for another round?" My
voice teasing him as I know he is in no shape to get it up right away.
"I think we should get dressed and I will walk you out to your car.
These people are liable to think something is strange."
The young man still self conscious as he turns away and dresses.
Slipping my dress back on and buttoning from thigh to neck; but the material
cannot hide my hard nipples, thrusting at the fabric or the musk of my
aroused body and the recent sex.
Not speaking as he opens the door and we walk back down the corridors
and out to my Navigator. Hugging him tight as we stand under an over hang
and whispering in his ear. "That was just what I needed, a hard cock in
me." Feeling him cringe a little at my coarse words. "Just so you know,"
my tongue tickling his ear lobe, "rain makes me horny as hell. Oh, you are
going to have a hickey or two that you might want to cover and have an
expalantion ready." A soft laugh as I kiss his cheek once again in a matronly
manner.
"Now be a good boy Gerald, and maybe Aunt Patrice will come visit you
again. I will be allowed to see you again I hope." Looking into his eyes
and seeing that the answer is a "yes."
"Not to embarrass you; but you have a wet spot in your pants, guess
you are still leaking. You might want to stand in the rain and get really
wet to blend it in, also you might want to do something with that wet spot in
your bed. And maybe some air freshener. That room smells like a well
used whore house." My smile showing I appreciate his attention.
Giving him my phone number and taking his as we part company. As he
steps off the curb and gets wet like I am, "I wish you were up for a
quickie, I like the feel of you inside of me. Gerald with a big grin as i wave
and drive back to my house. That was nice and he didn't need an overly large
penis; just some staying power.
Teasing the slickness still seeping from my pussy and giving myself a
quick release as I think back on my new friend Gerald. Wonder if the other
guys in the dorm would be jealous to know he got fucked good, even if by
an older woman and they are probably getting nothing?
Gerald a sweet young man and now an occasional lover. Unfortunately
he is the lover type, don't think he could purposely hurt me if I begged or
threatened to cut him off. I have suggested that he get a rubber sheet for
his bed; but he refuses. I am sure he is getting some interesting stains
on his mattress.
It is difficult at times being with him as his room mate is in room
much more then I would like. He is a small young man, maybe a little over
5'0" tall and maybe a 120 pounds on a good day. Long greasy hair and a sharp
beak of a nose. I am not too keen on his hygiene as his part of the room
is messy, really messy and his clothes need some good laundering.
He doesn't believe that I am Gerald's aunt and Gerald says he thinks
we are doing it. Doesn't make him a perceptive person; but he isn't wrong
on either count. He is also a "nerd" as Gerald calls his room mate and
himself and he is a pervert, degenerate or deviant or maybe the choice is all
of the above. His leers and suggestive conversation gives me the creeps
when I am alone with him for a few minutes. Reminds me of Igor in the movie
Young Frankenstein. Not sure who that guy was; but he was creepy.
Maybe Aunt Patrice does visit the dorm a bit too often; but what would
you expect from a local aunt, checking on her nephew. Not staying at his
place long when Ruppert, can you believe that name is not in class. He
almost walked in on us once and I think he tries to now. So we have used a
motel a few times, the Navigator a few other times. I am not ready to bring
a man to my house.
I know I am playing with fire with Gerald in that he is under age for
drinking and I do buy him alcohol. I think I am working a little meat off
of his body, not his cock; but he losing some of his flab. I have to be
careful after being with Jack or one of my rough fuck buddies, as Gerald got
upset when he saw bruises on my breasts. I told him I stopped suddenly
with the care and jammed my breasts into the steering wheel.
Walking into the dorm and up the to the elevator, looking to see
Ruppert follow me into it and riding up to the 7th floor with him looking at me
and not saying a word. I can feel his eyes undressing me and doing more.
And the bulge in the front of his pants lends credence to that feeling. I
knew I should have dressed more conservatively; but too late as I see him
staring at my legs and of course my breasts, not really my breasts; but the
hard nipples pressing against my top. I try to wear patterned tops to
minimize the visual affect of the stiff nipples; but a pervert is a pervert and
my chest is right at his eye level. The peasant blouse and wraparound
skirt not suggestive really.
Holding the pizza close to my chest and the six pack of pepsi in my
other hand as I curse the slow elevator that has stopped at two floors
already. Then looking and seeing that every floor to floor seven has been pushed
and just the two of us in the car.
"You could at least hold the pizza or soda." Ruppert stepping forward
and reaching for the pizza box and succeeding in brushing against my
breasts as he grasps it to his chest. The stupid grin on his face infuriating
as I was the one asked him to take the pizza and give him a freebe.
The trip seeming forever; but lasting only a couple of minutes as I
step out of the car and he follows me down the hall. I can feel his eyes
watching the sway of my ass as I walk and feeling it move more as I try not to
give him a look. Stopping at the door to their room and knocking as I
have done in the past.
"He isn't there, he had to go to a special meeting of the Chemistry
Club. He told me to entertain you." His grin a leer as I push open the door
and see that Ruppert wasn't lying. Turning around and watching as Ruppert
puts the pizza down and opens the box and takes out a piece, offering it
to me. Shaking my head as I set down the six pack of soda and find some
paper cups and mixes myself a rum and Pepsi from a bottle hidden in my
shoulder bag. Sitting down at his desk and turning the chair to look at Ruppert
as he devours the piece and grabs another. Freaking little savage, no
manners in the least. Watching as he steps close and pours himself a soda and
then extends the cup to me to add some rum.
Sipping slowly looking at the doorway ever time I hear a footstep
approach; but each time not Gerald. Ruppert sitting on his bed as his foot
pushes the door closed. Patting it. "You would be more comfortable sitting
on the bed then that hard chair." Looking at him steadily, as he speaks in
his high voice, cajoling and suggesting that I sit by him. His eyes,
rarely on my face, but on my chest or lower looking at my bare legs, my skirt at
mid thigh. Keeping them closed and one hand resting to press the hem
between my legs.
In spite of being ogled, I can feel a bit of arousal knowing that he
is aroused by me. I like that feeling that I can control a man by his lust.
Looking at my phone and then the digital clock and seeing that I have
been here fifteen minutes now and not a peep from Gerald. A quick text to him
and a reply. Looking up at Ruppert, "Gerald said you were suppose to tell
me that he would be a couple of hours and that he would call me when he
was free. Didn't you think you should have relayed that message?" My voice
raising as I am now pissed off.
"Sorry, I thought he texted you and let you know that he was running
late, and I did say that he was at a Chemistry Club meeting. I thought I
might entertain you till Gerry was free."
Looking at him in disgust, as I pour some more soda and rum into my
cup. Not sure whether to wait or just get the fuck out. Not sure who I am
most pissed at right now, Gerald or Ruppert.
Taking a deep breath and then reaching for a paper plate and a piece
of pizza eating it angrily. Placing the plate down and half standing to
reach for a napkin and wiping the grease and marinara sauce from my mouth with
my tongue, then dabbing the napkins on my lips. Rinsing the pizza from my
mouth with soda and charging my paper cup again with rum and soda.
Ruppert at least keeping quiet as I steam. Giving him a refill of rum
and Pepsi as I contemplate leaving and saying fuck it.
Then a sly smile as I slowly lift one leg over the other, crossing
them slowly and watching as Ruppert's mouth gapes open wide. I am sure he got
a nice "Sharon Stone shot" of my bare pussy. Letting the hem of my skirt
ride up my thigh, as I have done so many times in the past. Leaning back
in the chair, feeling it yield as I relax and my nipples are more obvious as
the top stretches on my chest.
I might as well enjoy myself as I wait. Ruppert deserves a good cock
teasing, the little prick. Uncrossing my legs and then bracing them flat
on the floor in front of me legs apart as my hips rock back with the back of
the the chair.
My skirt providing a little shade as I can feel the swollen labia
between my legs throbbing. I am sure that a hint of my slit is visible as
Ruppert stares, his eyes locked between my knees.
Laughing softly as I open my legs wider and I see his jaw fall open as
I know he can see my hairless pussy. I am confirming for him that I am
not Gerald's aunt or if I am, we are incestuous. HIs eyes raising up as my
laughter breaks the trance and he realizes that I am cock baiting.
His hand reaches to his crotch as he sets his drink down and rubs his
groin through his pants as I widen my unladylike pose. My fingers slowly
raising the skirt till my cunt lips are totally exposed to his view.
"Is this what you wanted to see Ruppert. You want to see what you
can't have. My tongue licking my lower lip as my hand finds my pubes and
squeezes the fat pads of flesh. Moaning softly to let him know how good it
feels. Then slipping a finger along my slit and dipping it slowly between the
engorged lips and curl it against the wet walls.
His hand reaching to his pants and undoing them and pulling out his
engorged cock. My time to be shocked as I see the size of that fucking
monster. I am sure it looks bigger because of his skinny body; but it is big,
long and thick. My eyes glazing for a moment as I gauge that cock and my
cunt and think how it would stretch me wide.
Wetting my lips as I watch him jack it with both of his hands.
Feeling my hole weeping moisture as my swell more. My heart pounding in my
chest, believing I would see it beating if I could look at my naked chest. My
breathing ragged, as I drag a finger along my slit again.
"Ruppert." That is the only word I get out as I stand and move to the
door, depressing the lock and turning to the young man and his oversized
organ. Seeing his smile as I step before him and kneel down, pushing his
knees apart as I knee walk between his legs. My hands reaching out to
greedily strip him of his pants and shorts and pulling his tee shirt over his
scrawny chest.
The penis looking obscene, like a caricature from some demented
cartoonist. His legs and arms barely as thick as the thick hunk of meat, swaying
gently between his legs.
Stripping off my blouse and then my wraparound skirt and kneeling at
his feet, preparing to worship my god. My hand reaching to gently touch the
warm soft outer core of his swollen cock and squeezing my long slender
fingers around it as I feel the steely core. Whimpering and not even having
felt its power yet, as I lower my head and lick at the tip of the flared
head. My hands grasping it and pushing it back to his tummy, holding it
there as I lick from the base to the mushroom tip.
My belly quivering as I taste the nastiness of his not quite clean
cock. Urine and sweat part of the taste, as is his semen and maybe a faint
taste of cunt. Flattening my tongue and licking from base to flared head and
then again.
Nuzzling his cock with my nose, taking in the earthiness of his musk
as I lick it like a kid with a melting ice cream. Hurrying to lick at all
the sides to keep from losing the exciting taste.
Nuzzling it again as I cup the heavy hairy testicles in my hand and
suckle at the tickling orbs. My nipples rubbing on his inner thighs as I
moan and suckle at his full nuts. My cunt leaking my juices all over the
floor as I fat cunt lips press on the floor. My body shaking as I take one
and then stretching my lips wide suck both his nuts into my mouth and
gagging, working my cheeks to suck them as I would a fat cock.
My eyes watering as I feel his cock pressing against my nose and
cheeks as he slaps it against my face. His hand pulling his balls free and then
aiming his cock at my mouth. My eyes crossing at seeing such a monster up
close. Then gagging as he grabs the back of my head and slams his cock
against my lips, popping them with a loud sound and shoving the fat head in
bulging my cheek and then filling my throat as he pulls me down on his cock.
My hands struggling to push me away as I gasp for breathe and breath
nosily through my nose.
His hands pulling me close and then grabbing my ears, pulling me fback
off of his cock, skull fucking me like a pro as he controls my face cunt
and fills it again and again with his fat prick. My body moving to his
direction, my mind not functioning as my mouth becomes an extension of my cunt
and is helpless when filled with man meat.
Not thinking just riding his cock with my head as he has my neck
aching and lips stretched to breaking the elasticity. Tears and snot and saliva
oozing around the sides of my lips to hang in a ever growing strand of
soppy goo from my chin.
Literally seeing fireworks and jolts of light as I gasp and choke and
gag on the knob filling my mouth and blocking my airway. My throat raw
from the cock forcing into the narrow passage. Sweat beading on my body,
oozing from my pores as my burning lungs fight to keep me conscious.
Ruppert pulling my head off of his cock and pushing me backwards, to
waver and then fall backwards onto the floor, banging my head and blacking
out for a few moments. Waking to consciousness with a feeling of being torn
apart and his thick cock being stuffed into my cunt. My walls straining
around his girth and never having felt so full and hlepless as my cunt lips
are wrapped against the sides of his cock shaft.
Grunting as I lay on my back and feeling him slowly pull the cock
back, out of my cunt and feeling relief as my walls close around the emptiness.
My cunt with the head lodged at the entrance, feeling like a dogs knot,
and then gasping for breath and moaning loudly as he pushes up on his legs
and shoves the fat prick once again to bury against my womb entrance. The
painful penetration causing my eyes to stare wide as he pushes more and I
can feel my womb being ripped apart as he still has an inch or two of fat
prick shaft outside of my cunt.
Biting down on the fat of my hand to keep from screaming in pain as I
writhe on the floor, pinned like a butterfly. Trying to escape his
impaling prick, as I push with elbows and feet crablike. His hands fondling my
breasts and nipples as he lifts up and slides slowly into my cunt one more
time. Each stroke, slow as it is causing me to hold my breath as I feel the
fullness of my tunnel as I slide back a few more inches till my head is
pushing against the dresser.
Not able to squeeze his cock with my muscles, as they are stretched
are this monster prick. My nipples sending jolts of pleasure to my core and
I feel my lower body trying to contract as my cunt grasps man wood pegged
deep into my hole. Shaking the small man as my legs try to grip as my body
shakes from cunt to shoulders. Whimpering as sweat seeps from all of my
pores as I finally lay back spent as he continues to slide his cock in and
out of my body.
My insides feeling so swollen and out of place as the fat knob fills
my cunt and teases my womb. Feeling tototally helpless under this small man
as he continues to pump his prick into my hole.
My fingers finding my clitoris and teasing it, trying to force my
tunnel to make more grease, as it feels almost like it is dry. I can literally
feel each fraction of an inch of cock as he smiles down at me and lowers
his body into mind. Each stroke seeming to take forever, as it slides along
the stretched canal.
Finally laying back motionless as I look up and watch him taking his
time and destroying my cunt. Not totally unpleasant and my body jerks and
twitches sporadically. Wiping at the drool from my mouth as he raises up
and lowers, again and again and again. I try to clench on his cock, trying
to milk it; but not able to focus enough, as he continues to take my vagina
and turn it into his cunt.
Thinking as I lay helpless underneath this young man that he is a
total freak of nature. Not only a humongous prick; but also unbelievable
stamina. Finally seeming like hours; but less thirty very long minutes he
holds his cock deep inside of my body and I swear I can feel his fat head
expanding more as he blasts his creamy cum into my womb.
My eyes closing as I feel each expansion of his mushroom head and each
hard quirt of seed. I would pray to thank god if I had the strength.
Pray that he has finally cum. The young man leaning down, his cock still
impaling my cunt as he teases my nipples with his mouth and teeth. Causing me
to clench at his cock and whimper in pleasure as I cum on his barrel prick
Then his mouth finding mine and taking a hard kiss, bruising my lips
with his. His breath not pleasant, even with the rum and Pepsi mouthwash.
"You loved that Patrice, didn't you. And you can have this cock
again, anytime you want." The thought of that obscene cock inside of me causing
my body to twitch. The uncomfortable fullness and helplessness of my body
as I lay under the man, causing me pain and pleasure as he shifts his hips
and move it a fraction of and inch inside of me.
Speechless as I try to collect myself, physically and mentally as he
pushes himself off of me and his cock slides out of my ruined cunt. Gasping
in relief as the pressure on my walls ease and the fat knob pops out of my
flesh lips with a loud "wet pop". Closing my eyes and laying spread and
gaping on the floor of the dorm room. My walls still feeling stretched.
Opening my eyes as Ruppert kneels alongside of me and lifting me up to
a sitting position so he can push his cock against my face. Eyes wide as
I gaze at the baseball bat thick cock and wonder how he pressed that meat
deep inside of me.
My tongue snaking out to lick at the skank coated meat, coated with my
grease and his sperm. Licking obediently, cleaning his cock and balls and
gasping as he again shoves it into my big mouth. My hands grasping his
legs as I hang on as he chokes me on his prick. I can feel his scum leaking
from my cunt as I sit legs wide and feel my head again being skull fucked
on his cock still hard and as large as a loaf of french bread. His balls
sack slapping on my chin as he moves my head on his cock and dips it deep
bulgeing my cheeks and plugging my throat.
Gurgling as I feel my lungs burning again as another round of snot and
tears and saliva hang from the end of my chin as I fight to stay
conscious. Choking as a glut of his goo shoots into my throat and stomach and I
feel his cock softening and slowly shrinking.
Not able to support myself as he lays me back down on my back and my
body quivers with over strain, choking and spewing spittle and sperm, not
only from my mouth; but from the still open tunnel of my pussy.
The flashes of his cell phone, not registering immediately as I lay
one hand cupping my ruined cunt and the other against my stomach as I choke
and gag noisily.
Hearing my cell phone and knowing I am receiving a text, reaching for
it as I lay against the Gerald's bed and reading the three texts that he
has sent to me while in the thoes of "passion." Not sure what you call these
past few minutes, rape, torture, humiliation, or just a hard fuck of the
head and cunt.
Ruppert sitting on his bed, looking amused as he reads looks at his
cell phone. Most likely reading a text from Gerald or looking at a picture
of me destroyed and laying helpless.
Clearing my head to tell Gerald I can't wait any longer and have a
headache that I can't shake. Oh, I have a headache and a massive cunt ache
as I look at the floor of the room and see the puddle of cum where he pulled
his giant cork from my pussy.
My eyes looking to his lap and seeing the wet cock soft; but still
long and wide in rest. The thing twitching as he looks at his phone. Most
likely pictures of me ruined.
Gerald begging me to wait another fifteen minutes or so; but telling
him I can't wait any long. Looking around and struggling to push myself up
to a straigth back chair and grabbing a wad of tissues as I gingerly
probe the open entrance to my pussy. The walls still not back to normal as I
wince as I touch the bruised labia.
Wiping at my face and glad I don't use much makeup, otherwise my face
with be a portrait of despair with it running all over. Shoving a thick
wad of tissue into my opening and then looking for my dress.
Looking at the stupid smirk on his face as I button the dress up and
pull the sticky wad of tissues from the messy hole between my legs.
Throwing the wad at him as I grab my shoulder bag and walk with effort from the
room. Bracing on the wall of the hallways as I leave the dorm.
The laughter as I pass the open rooms and students in the hallways and
the haunting refrain behind me, "horse cock has struck again." The
laughter making me flush and try to walk normal; but the bruising of my cunt, not
letting allowing. Cursing the fucking Ruppert and his abnormal cock and
Gerald and his not letting me know he wouldn't be able to meet me for a
couple of hours.
Driving back home, my inner thighs and labia rubbing and aching and
throbbing as I stagger again into my house and sit for a long, long time in
the bath, ginglely feeling to see if the opening is shrinking. Thank god
there was no bleeding, I would have been embarrassed as hell if I had to go
to the emergency room and tell them a monster cock split my cunt open.
Giggling finally, as I lay back with a scotch and ignore the texts and
phone calls, knowing it is Gerald. I will deal with him when I feel a
little better and deal with Ruppert on my terms, I hope. That cock does
intrigue me, just need to work on his hygiene a bit.
Fritz isn't getting any tonight and not sure anyone will tomorrow
either. I looked at my cunt in the mirror when I climbed out of the tub and it
still doesn't look normal. Looks distorted and swollen and I think a
little gaped yet.
The fucking kid should have a sign around his groin, warning a girl of
that deadly weapon. Laughing again as I numb my brain with alcohol. Good
thing I have a large mouth and wide lips. He would have stretched me out
of shape and I am sure it was quite a sight in my mouth.
Not only a big fucking prick; but that little shit plays a bit rough
with it. Shivering, I sort of like that..... I am not sure I can walk in
that dorm again and look the students in the face; but at least from that
refrain, I am not the first to be horse fucked by Ruppert.
Only now am I wondering what the fuck Ruppert is doing with those
photos he took of me when I was only half aware of what was going on at the
time.
Finally giving in to Gerald and agreeing to meet him. Two days later
and my nether lips are still a bit tender from that brutal fuck. Meeting
Gerald in the parking lot and going down to the river and sucking and
fucking him in the back of my Navigator then driving back to the dorm and walking
with him through the halls and seeing looks from the students, or maybe
imagining I am seeing looks and smiles.
Walking into the room and seeing Ruppert laying back on his bed, arms
behind his back and his bulge quite apparent in his sweatpants. "Ignore
him, he is just showing off." Gerald rummaging dresser as I sit down and
half watch Ruppert. His hand massaging his big dick through his pants and the
bulge increasing with each passage of his hand over the material.
"I can't find the damn book." Smacking his head with his hand, "I
loaned it to one of my friends, let me see if he is done with it." Don't say
a word; but it turns out we both love the poetry of Algernon Charles
Swinburne.
Gerald, walking out of the room and down the hallway. Turning full to
Ruppert now as he pulls down his sweats and lifts out his fat stick of
German sausage and hairy ball sack.
"Aren't you afraid that Gerald will walk in on you with your fucking
cock hanging out?" Ruppert laughing. "We has seen it before, he ignores it
like most guys try to do. They feel short changed seeing this." His
hands lifting the swollen organ and shaking it at me. "I bet you would like to
hold it again Patrice. In your hands, in your mouth and in that sweet
pussy of yours." Such a potty mouth on the little prick. "Maybe you would
like to try it in that ass of yours."
Looking at him and in spite of being pissed off, my eyes watching that
mushroom headed prick as it weaves like a king cobra, ready to spit it
venom.
"Where are the pictures you took Ruppert? I know you took them."
His smile breaking wider. Where are they?"
"Well, you come over here woman and I will show them to you." Sitting
up, his cock still sticking up, waving in his lap. He must be commando.
Watching as he reaches under his mattress and pulls out an envelope of
pictures and spreads them quickly on his bedding.
Slipping off my chair and walking over, and looking down at the
collage. Seeing numerous girls wearing an expression of shock or disbelief as
they lay cum oozing from their destroyed cunts. Seems horse cock has been
able to entice a number of young women and one old one with his huge prick.
A couple of the girls looked like they were passed out.
His hand squeezing my ass cheek as I look down at the pictures and
then his funky cock. Feeling my pulse quicken and my breathing become ragged,
as I realize I am becoming horny once again. His free hand taking my hand
and placing it on his warm pulsing prick. Moaning, as my fingers squeeze
the fat knobby head and feel the sticky precum oozing from the piss slit.
Forcing myself to pull away with effort. and walking back across the
room and sitting down again, my eyes still on the quarry, as I can feel the
puffy lips swell and my juices begin to leak from my walls.
"You fucking little bastard." My lower lip trembling as I continue to
watch the sway of his prick and can't help the growing arousal of my body.
Shaking my head as I try to deny to myself that I want to try the monster
again. My body trembling, cunt lips engorged, clit throbbing and my hard
nipples distended under my top and aching.
Not able to stand up and walk out, afraid to even pass near that cock
as he slowly strokes it and I can see the filmy ooze of his clear liquid
out of the tip. Trapped and trying to text Gerald and see where he is and
when is he coming back.
"You can have it again Patrice, you just ask me nicely while you are
kneeling, maybe beg me and then you can feel it stretch you till you beg for
me to go deeper and to pull it out, both at the same time. It has a mind
of its own when it smells nasty pussy."
Composing myself as I respond. "I am here with Gerald, if I was to
ever let you fuck me, then I would expect you to clean up your act and take a
regular shower and wash your clothes. I may be easy; but I like clean."
Not sure that came out the way it sounded in my head.
His laughter loud as he shoves is cock back into his sweats. The
organ pushing at the cotton material and a wet spot forming on the front of his
pants. Looking at it in disgust and with desire as I sit fidgeting on the
seat, knowing my cunt is leaking like his cock.
Gerald finally coming back to the room and showing me passages he had
marked in the book and his notes on the pages of the poems. Looking at the
book; but not able to keep from glancing over at the little pervert as he
plays with his organ. Even more skittish as Gerald stands over my back and
points to the passages he wants me to see, his body rubbing against my
shoulder and I can feel that he has an erection also. To say that I am
distracted beyond words would be to put it mildly.
Dipping my shoulder up and down and massaging the hard on now bulging
his pants. The words on the pages now a blur as my eyes turn inward and
are thinking of the two hard cocks in the closely confined dorm room.
Closing my eyes and shivering as Gerald's fingers find my left nipple
and roll the hard tip with a gently tugging motion. Losing track of time
and the situation, as I lean back into Gerald, my lips tight to keep from
moaning audibly. Gerald moving around till his groin is now poking into my
bicep as I sit trembling, hands in my lap.
His fingers tugging my top up to expose my breasts, as he pinches and
massages one tip and then the other. I know my blouse is halfway up my
back and most likely Ruppert is seeing that from his bed.
The bulge of cock in the pants against my arm, now a bare and quite
erect penis grazing the tip of my nipple, as I moan at the contact. My eyes
burning holes into the book in front of me; but not seeing a single letter,
only the images of two very different cocks.
A whimper of surrender as Gerald, pulls my head towards him and his
flared head. My lips opening to kiss the tip and my tongue already probing
the small cum slit. Wetting my dry lips and then kissing the head fuller,
with open lips as he turns me fully to his body and pushes the velvety crown
against and then past my lips. His hands holding my head lightly as I
seal around the shaft and bob my head along the shaft. My cheeks puffing in
and out as I suckle the swollen cock.
Not really surprised when Gerald holds my head and guides me forward
as he backs into the sitting position on his bed, drawing me forward and his
hands pressing my shoulders to force me to my knees.
Pulling my mouth from his prick and quickly pushing down his pants and
shorts and then pulling me onto his swollen organ again. My eyes closing
as I suckle his cock and taste the precum as it slipping from the small
slit.
Both his hands awkwardly holding my nipples and pinching and squeezing
and tugging, not releasing the aching and sensitive tips, as he holds me
helpless to his groin.
Just a flicker of my eyes as I feel my shirt raised and legs kicked
wide, the hands pulling me back tilll I am kneeling on all fours, a cock
filling my mouth, and one about to take me from behind. This time feeling the
freakingly fat cock head as it rub on my thick cunt lips and then feeling
the pressure as Ruppert pulls on my hips, drawing me back as he shoves
forward, the swell of his cock head, pressing between my lips and then spreading
the opening of my vagina.
Even though the cock is not buried hard in my throat, I am choking and
gasping as he force feeds the cock against the wet walls of my cunt and
then fills the opening, lodging the head in me with an uncomfortable jerk of
his hips. My eyes rolling in my head as I try to evade the blunt tip; but
help by my taut nipples, being crushed in Gerald's fingers and my legs kept
open by the hardened stick of man baloney.
Not even able to scream as saliva sprays from the corner of my lips as
he presses forward and shoves in another few inches of hard meat. Feeling
myself spitted and helpless as he works the fat knob deeper, spreading
more of my walls. My breath ragged as my heart thumps away like a freight
train. The cock slowly pressing deeper and widening my tunnel with each flesh
slapping thrust of the scrawny body behind me.
Gerald releasing one nipple and tilting my head up so he can look into
my eyes and see the terror, as another grunt behind me and my insides feel
like they are bulging and about to bust.
Finally getting Gerald to pull his cock out of my face and mouth,
"please find some type of lubrication, I don't care what it is. He is tearing
my insides up with that fucking abomination." My words almost a slurred
stutter, as he crams more into me as I speak.
Sweat breaking out on my body and face as I begin to hyperventilate
with the stress of the situation. Gerald reaching for a jar of baby oil and
I can feel the liquid sliding down my ass crack and around the spread
opening of my pussy.
Not sure if I want him to pull it out and put it back in; but it
should be easier with the baby oil as lubrication. Ruppert sliding a few inches
out and rubbing his fingers around his cock and then a few more till just
his fat head is still jammed in the opening.
Then feeling him lift up and shove with his legs to slide the cock
deep and hard into my cunt. My whole body weakening and would have collapsed
if not spitted again. "Lick my balls slut, " Gerald pulling his cock away
to let me lick and suck on his cream factories as Ruppert pounds away
merrily at my cunt. The lube working well as he slide into and out of my
greasy cunt with long hard strokes. The pain numbing as he jams the blunt tip
into my womb again and again.
Sobbing, tears, saliva and my snot making Geralds testicles slick with
a thick goo. His cock slapping my face as he once again pulls on my
nipples, stretching them and then letting the slap back like elastic bands.
My cunt contracting hard on the thick shaft, feeling it rippling my
walls as my grease adds to the coating. A long wail of pleasure muffled by
Gerald's groin as my body shudders with a hard release.
Another quick one as Ruppert reaches around and pinches my little
smooth button and my body jerks off the floor. A loud groan filling the room
and most likely the corridor as he pinches again and again. The slap of his
balls against my inner thighs keeping time with his quickening tempo.
Gerald just holding my head between his thighs, his spunk already
coating my face and hair and I could feel where some shot unto my back. HIs
slimey softening cock adding to the mess of fluids.
"That's it Rup, fuck the bitch hard, make her beg to cum, make her beg
for you to stop. She is a whore, fucking anyone with a hardon most
likely. I can't trust the cheating bitch." His words a rolling commentary on
how he found out I fucked his room mate.
His hand lifting my head up and looking up at him again, as his hand
meets my cheek with a resounding slap. The sudden burst of pain and red in
my eyes and the heat of the flesh as the nerve ending absorb the blow and
then the swelling of the cheek. The bastard really fucking hit me good.
Ruppert still pumping away; but the rhythm not erratic as know he is
now close to blowing his load. Long hard strokes in and out, my flesh being
suction from my cunt as it grips his cock. Then a hard slap against my
clit as he shoves in deep and holds it there, his body jerking against my ass
cheeks as he has ploughed my cunt and seeded it.
My body trembling with exhaustion as he empties his sperm into my womb
holding it deep in me for long minutes and then finally withdrawing with a
loud nasty sounding pop of my flesh and a glut of his seed pouring from
the opening.
My hands holding me up for a few seconds and then falling down to
brace on my elbows. My ass lifting into the air, and being rewarded with a
loud slap.
"The bitch is begging to have it in the ass, can you see that?"
Ruppert's laughter filling the room as I lower my ass, as I am definitely not
advertising for an ass fucking.
Gerald pulling me up and sitting on the edge of his bed as he forces
me to clean his privates and thighs to include licking his asshole. Tasting
the nasty with my tongue and pulling it back quickly. Slurping as I
finally lead him with wet but cleaned cock and balls. Then being spun around
and forced to lick the little runt clean of his seed and my taste. The
barrel cock still big and puffy, though with a little less stiffness then
minutes ago.
My face again a mess, as all my fluids and Geralds cum is still
painted on my face and in my hair. Feeling my face pressed to the floor, not
sure which of them doing it as I see a puddle of cum closing with my eyes, as
I am pushed into the slick wad of goo.
"Lick it up, all of it." My mouth opening and tongue lapping away to
clean the scum from the dirty floor. Gagging again as I taste semen and
cunt and dirt.
Finally looking up at the young men, kneeling in my disarrayed and
soiled dress, my tank top still around my armpits as I look down at the dark
red tips of my nipples and the muddled fingerprints in the soft flesh of my
breasts.
Groaning loudly as I push myself to a standing position and feel the
soreness between my thighs as I try to hold back the leakage.
Gerald looking at me with a hurt stare, "go home and get the fuck out
of here you ho. Maybe we will need you again; but don't call. Or maybe we
can rent your old fucking body to one of the Frat houses. I bet you would
like to take on ten or twenty. You could make a fortune in a night, maybe
a wrinkled old twenty like you are."
Ruppert pulling the door open and Gerald, pushing my shoulder bag into
my hand ad he pushes me out the door and slams it behind me.
Those in the hall stopping to look and other opening their doors to
see the ruckus. Walking stiff legged again down the corridor, this time my
thighs coated with leaking semen and my face a shiny glaze of various
fluids, with the white strings in my hair.
The parking lot was no relief as I passed a few students returning to
the dorm. Trying to clean myself up as best I could and giving up and
driving home battered and bruised and painfully pleasured.
Not resisting as Fritz wanted his due and fucked me and at least
cleaned the worse of the scum, other then his own, from my body. The hot bath
and then a hot stinging shower, taking away the worse of the aches and four
aspirin and a triple of scotch taking away the rest for a little bit.
Using the safety of the mirror to get a good nights sleep in my male
form. Relaxed and not a mark on my body or soreness anywhere. There is a
reason to keep the mirror, it is like my personal healing service.......
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