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Feeling Lonely
Once in awhile we all get that feeling of being lonely. I used to get
down in the dumps when I got that way. I would sit and cry and cry and
cry. It especially bad when I would be raining. I would just be so
depressed that i wouldn't get up and go to class and I would just sit
in my dorm room and gaze otu the window in hopes of finging a rainbow
or some other sign that there still was a sun out there even if it was
hiding behind a huge number of clouds.
But then it happened one day. I was sitiing around and moping when I
wandered out into the hall and was heading towards the kitchen to make
some Campbell's soup (because "Campbell's Soup is good food!") when
this girl I had seen on the floor several times asked me why I wasn't
in the mandatory for all freshmen lecture class that was going on
right at that moment in time, especially becuase attendance is
mandatory. I told her all about my rainy day syndrome and she gav
e me a hug. Then she went on to tell me that she too was a freshman
and she couldn't stand the class either and she couldn't belive that
all of these freshmen would actually go. (We lived on an all freshmen
floor.)
We walked down to the lounge together and sat down to eat my soup.
Since neither one of us felt like going down to our room's we just
shared the soup with my one bowl and spoon. I am not sure how long we
sat there but we watched some t.v and decided that we would go back
to my room and listen to some music. I had a single because my Puerto
Rican roommate had moved out and transferred to a different school and
the scholl housing committee hadn't replaced her. I was grateful for
the extra space but I was still enjoying the company.
Once in my room things began to look a little brighter. My floormate'
name is Rachel, which also happens to my middle name. We talked more
in my room and listened to Andreas Vollenweider "Dancing With The
Lion." As we talked about our pasts and out futures we she began to
run her hand through her hair. Her long wavy mahogany with red
highlights hair. I began to realize just how beautiful she was. I
asked if she'd mind if I played with her hair. My hair is so short. I
t used to be long like that but when you go to an all girl's scholl
like I did you really have to do severe things in order to get
yourself noticed. I opted for the ultra short, tom boy "bulldyke"
look; dyed black. Rachel told me that she loved my hair and that she
wished that she had nerve to do with her's what I did with mine. We
laughed and saw her breasts rise and fall with each intake of air. I
played with her hair and she suddenly got up off of the floor and shut
both the curtains and the door. Next she turned on my floor lamp in
the corner. I wasn'y quite sure what she was up too but I was too
intrigued to try and stop her from doing anything. She climbed onto
the my "double bed" (two dorm beds pushed togehter in the corner) and
started crawling towards me. "What are you doing?" I asked with a the
slightest bit of coyness to my voice. "I thought that this might help
our moods. Where do you kepp your vibrator?" she asked without
reservation. I nodded to the closet closest to the door and instructed
her thatit was in between the bottle of kahlua and Bacardi 151. She
giggled when she saw the bottles and then hopped down off of the chair
on which she had been standing.she threw me the vibrator and said,
"Don't go anywhere. I will be back in just a minute. I have to and get
you a little present. I promise that i won't be long."
I was a little taken aback. I had had a few innocent lesbian
experiences when I was alot younger and before I new anything abotu
anything. But htis was different. But what could she possibly see in
me. She is so beautiful. She has lean, muscular, perfect 5'7" legs
while mine are track runner muscled and mere 5'0". I couldn't believe
that this knockout would want to be with a woman let alone me. A
social moron. A complete idiot. But then she returned, interrupted my
thoughts and told me to close my eyes. I did as she instructed. I
heard her coming closer and i actually felt her next to me before she
was even there. The anticipation was so intense I could hardly stand
it. Finally she was there next to me and I could feel her nakedness
before our skin even touched. She was kneeling before my crossed
indian style legs. She slowly pulled my legs apart and straight in
front of me; in a perfect split, thank god for 13 years of ballet. She
came down on my mouth and her soft velevty lips crushed mine within
seconds. I couldn't stand it. I had to have more and more of her. I
pushed open my lips and I used my tongue to pry open hers and take
advantage of the situation. I was instantly up on my knees as well and
we were locked in a very tight hug. I felt her 36d breasts pushing up
against mine through my man's v-neck t-shirt. I was torn between
wanting to feel her with my hands and wanting to thake off my
clothes in order to join her in her nakedness. With one pull over my
head my shirt was off and out lips only parted for a minute. I wasn't
wearing a bra because I had been inside with on one around and so our
breasts met and rubbed. I almost had an orgasm right then and there
but I wanted to wait and experinece more an more of her and her
absolutely fantastic body. I laid her down on her back the way in
which so many men had done the same to me many times before. But
this time it felt different. I told her to undo my button fly with
here teeth and she did; very slowly and very assuredly. I make it a
rule to never wear underwear unless whatever it is I am wearing has
enough room that I won't get those annoying panty lines. I wasn't
wearing any today and as soon as Rachel finished with the fly she
caught a glimpse of of my heaving, wet, cunt and she started
moaning "OH! I want you so bad. I want to taste you. I want to fell
you. I want to fuck your ass! COME!COME!COME!COME!COME!"
I said that she shoudl just be patient because I wanted my present
first. She leaped off of the bed and ran to the bag that she had
brought with her from here second trip. She presented the bag to me. I
opened it and inside was a well used, very broken in, 6and a half foot
long whip. "It is from a South American Prince I once fucked. He
thought that i would like to keep it as a souvenir."
"Lay on your back bitch" I sneered and as I turned around to take of
my jeans all of the way she laid stoamch down on the bed and I asked
if she was going to behave or not. She said that she would try to be
the best little girl I would ever have. I said that she better be or
totherwise i would get really nasty. And with that I climbed off of
the bed and walked a few feet away from where she lay. I lifted up my
wrist and cracked the whip down on her perfect back. I did several
more times and then I said that she had been a good girl and I was
going to give her a reward for being so good. She turned over onto her
back and said,
"I will do whatever you tell me to. You are my master ans I will
succumb to any thing that you ask me to do."
"I said that's a good girl," and drove my tongue and face straight
into her sopping wet slit. I lapped and lapped and lapped her
protruding clitoris and she moaned and twisted with each staoke of my
tongue over herwet love mound. I parted her lips and drove my long
tongue (I always knew that it was good for something) all of the way
into her and I think that I almost reached her innermost wall because
her moans, way above my bobbing head got louder. I flicked and
flicked and I found her g-spot becuase she came for several minutes
and I drank it all in. She tasted like pure honey. She was so sweet
and delicious that I couldn't help wanting more and more of it. I took
the last mouthful and brought my face up to meet hers. I pried it open
and let the contents of my mouth run down her tongue. No doubt she had
never tasted her own juice before and I think that she was quite
surprised as to how *good* it tasted. We kissed for some tim
e and I said that it was time for her to give me what I needed. What I
wanted. She laid me down and said that I had been the good girl for
awhile but now I was going to be a dirty little slut. "Get on your
back you fucking cunt. You deserve to have your clit bitten off. I
want you to beg me to fuck you up the ass. You don't deserve to have
my attentions. Now do what I say or else you're gonna get it."
I decided to test her and so I replied,
"Oh yeah? What's gonna happen to me if I don't do what I am told?"
With that she pulledthe whip form out of nowhere and began whipping
me, hard. I was so turned on that I was beginning to drip all over the
place. I knew that she would be mad if she knew that I was already so
turned on but I couldn't help it. So I took the comforter and slid up
between my crack and tried to dry my self off. Luckily she didn't see
me doing that becuase she was too busy whipping my back, my breasts,
my butt anywhere that she could get me. Finally she said "Are you
ready to behave properly now, bitch?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now get on your stomach."
"o.k."
I flipped over and she pulled my butt up so that it protruded and
stuck right in her face. I was on my knees in the back but my breasts
were rubbing up against the sheets. She was stuffing her face full of
my mounds of flesh. Not only was she sucking me to the core but she
was also humming. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and shot right
into my hole. She continued her humming while she was inside my snatch
and I could feel my self starting to quake. From the very depths of my
inner core I could feel the beginnings of an enormous orgasm
approaching. Just as I was about to let go cojpletely she withdrew
entirely. She went to the door and opend it just wide enough to let
someone in. I couldn't tell who it was exactly because of the angle in
whixh I waas positioned and because my eyes were blurry from the
ensuing yet still unrecognized monumental oragsm. But as soon as the
calloused hand slid across my ass I knew immediately who it was,
Robert, my boyfriend. He had been knocking and when he heard my moans
he thought that I was masturbating, but boy oh boy was he wrong.
Rachel directed h im to take off his clothes and sit in the desk chair
and watch until she was do ne with me. He would be allowed to have me
back as soon as she was done with me .. She grabbed the vibrator with
one hand and turned me over with her other one.
Then she turned on the vibrator and began rubbing it all over my
cunt. As soon as I began shaking in the heat of orgasm she stopped
and rammed the entire twe lve inch vibrator up into the depths of my
asshole and I screamed from the pain. She drowned out the ear piercing
sounds emamnating from my mouth with a pillow and continued turning
and wiggling the vibrator. But no sooner did she begin doing that
before her mouth returned to my dripping wet pussy. The combinaiton of
the vibrator and her tongue was driving me crazy and I was finally
able to let go. Just as I did though Rob had come up from behind
Rachel and was fucking her from behind. The three os uf were doing
just fine when the door suddenly opened and . . .
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