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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 10)
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Date: Thu, 12 May 2016 21:10:02 -0400
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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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