Waking up with a dick part two
The class was an hour long and by the end of it, I knew my dick was getting very impatient. I found myself doodling little dirty pictures of stick people with big tits and huge cocks fucking. It was embarrassing when I realized I’d filled two pages that way, giving them little balloon captions like ‘I want it!’ and ‘fuck me hard!’ …Visions of fucking the girl just in front of me filled my mind and I gritted my teeth.
“Stop it!” I whispered. “Stop it or…or…”
“Or what?” My prick mocked me and sent me a little rush of testosterone that had me ready to grab that girl and bend her over the podium in front of 50 students.
“Or I’ll jack you off in a glass and drink it!” I told him, forgetting where I was for a second. The girl in front of me must have heard at least part of it, I thought, because she half turned and I could see her cheeks flushing.
“You wouldn’t dare!” My cock said, but he was afraid and went reluctantly flaccid.
The hour couldn’t end fast enough and when it did finally, the melodious bells chiming 10pm, I rushed out of my seat and headed to the ladies room. I ignored his lewd comments about the students we passed and I hurried into the bathroom, pushing open a stall door and locking it behind me. I removed my skirt, hanging it on a little hook on the door and sat down.
"Oh, hey! What are you doing? Oh no! Rache...Noooo! Oh please, come on...Not this!" But I ignored him and started stroking away.
"Ohhhhh...shit...that feels...goooood!" My prick started moaning and I'd sending me flashes of hot young female bodies, writhing beneath us as we did terrible things to them. Soon I arched my back and started shooting hot cum, spurting it into my hand as I made a little cup with my fingers.
I always wondered why guys did that, jerked off every chance they got. Even my boyfriends, when they could have pretty much fucked me any time they felt like it, had this overwhelming urge to masturbate. I hadn't understood it. I masturbated, of course, when I had my vagina, but usually only to relax, or to get myself off after my boyfriend had rolled over and gone to sleep. Guys got off every time with me, probably with any warm body, so why the masturbation thing? Now I was finally understanding it. It kept them out of prison.
“I warned you!” I said and I brought my hand to my mouth, lapping at the small pool of fresh semen. It was good, better than a lot of guys I’d tasted, and I sucked it between my lips, heedless of the sounds I was making while other women came and went.
“Oh my God! Rache…No! That’s sick!” My cock shriveled to almost nothing.
“Next time you fuck with me in class, I’m going to find a guy and suck him off!” I licked my fingers clean. “We’ll see how much you like that!”
I felt in charge again, even though I needed to find a vending machine and buy some breath mints. I couldn’t keep jerking off and eating my cum every time my cock got hard, though. I knew he had a short memory, and despite my threats, he couldn’t deny his nature. I was going to be in serious trouble if I didn’t do something drastic.
I headed to my next class, Chemistry, and prayed that my evil penis would behave himself, because my lab partner was one of the prettiest girl’s in the university. Bambi Roberts, who’d had a whole page to herself in Playboy’s ‘Girl’s of the Pac-10’ issue last year. She’d been offered a contract to be a Bunny and get the centerfold, but she turned it down because she’d have to show some pubic hair. She was a virgin and her father was a minister, she’d just done that one picture because he hadn’t bought her the car she’d wanted for her 21st birthday. I was her lab partner because she was dumb as dirt and paid me $500 to help her pass.
I knew as soon as I walked in and sat down next to Bambi that I was in deep, deep trouble.
“Jesus H. Christ!” My dick shouted and I winced. “She wants it!” Bambi was wearing a tank-top that barely contained her large full breasts. And her skirt was so small that I could see the pink of her panties as she perched on the stool next to me. Her legs were long and tan, her hair platinum blonde and all bouncy curls, her eyes deep blue and her lips designed by Lucifer himself, tempting and pouting and promising eternal damnation.
I really couldn’t stand her.
“What a fuckin’ tease! I bet that bitch has done half the campus!”
“She’s a virgin.” I whispered to my penis, grimacing because he was so swollen it hurt.
“What? Goddamn! No way! We gotta do something about that!” I suddenly imagined my cock busting Bambi’s cherry like it was tissue paper, ripping through it and making her scream. “Virgin’s are my specialty!”
“Hi Rachael!” Bambi gushed! “I finished that homework on carbon compounds over the weekend, could you check it for me?” She was smiling and spinning slightly on the stool with her legs spread. She didn’t mean anything by it, she was just too dumb to know better.
“Let’s check her cervix, Rache! Fuck that carbon compound shit…Cervix!” My prick was straining hard and I put my hands in my lap, pushing him down. “Hey! A virgin! Fuck! I bet she ain’t even protected!” My cock throbbed mercilessly. “We gotta knock the stupid cunt up, Rache! Please!”
I pictured beautiful perfect Bambi walking around pregnant, her belly swollen as she rolled through the halls, crying and rubbing her sore back while great big sagging boobs dripped thin milk, staining her maternity blouse.
“Ohhhh!” My cock laughed. “You want it too!” He hadn’t sent me that image, I realized guiltily, that had come from my very own catty little mind.
“Shhh!” I shushed my prick! I’d like to blame what happened on my dick, being a malevolent and powerful force in the service of the dark side, but honestly, I think it was a team effort for a change.
“Hi Bambi!” I gushed back! But it was lost on the stupid cow. “Sure, I can check it for you, but hey girlfriend, the professor wanted me and you to work on something important today! Something super important!”
“Really?” Bambi looked at me with wide innocent trusting eyes. “Is he giving us extra credit?”
“Oh yes, Bambi! Lot’s of it, enough to raise our grades one whole point!” I nodded at the importance of that, especially to someone with a 2.2 GPA like Bambi. “Come on, we need to go into the materials room and get some stuff!”
“Oh!” Bambi nodded. “Okay!”
If I’d been a boy, Bambi would have been instantly wary, terminally suspicious. She knew all the boys wanted to fuck her silly, but where the good Lord had short changed her capacity for understanding even simple fractions, he’d given her an abundance of wisdom when it came to dealing with men. She always got what she wanted while simultaneously denying that which they desired most. It was just another reason to be jealous. My own dealings with guys were hardly praiseworthy; I gave up everything and settled for much less than I needed, let alone wanted.
We slipped out of the room before the professor entered, sneaking through the back and into a large roughly finished storage room that contained boxes and vials and barrels of chemicals and gasses, most of them harmless enough, but a few that were marked hazardous. I bolted the door behind us, but I don’t think Bambi noticed.
“Oh! This is gonna be good Rache!” My cock was chomping at the bit, almost ready to cum right there in my panties as I watched Bambi’s perfect ass stretching her tight skirt in dangerous directions.
I went to a large deep sink and grabbed a roll of paper towels, then walked to a cabinet while Bambi watched me.
“What are we gonna do, Rachael?” She asked, but probably didn’t really expect an answer. I hardly ever answered her questions, it was usually a waste of breath. But I was feeling generous today.
“It’s an experiment Bambi!” I found the gallon can of ether. It was in the flammable materials locker and marked with all kinds of labels, mostly about fire, but also about fumes. I put on a pair of rubber gloves. “Were gonna take some C2 H5 OC2 H5 and find out exactly what its anesthetic properties are capable of! Won’t that be fun?”
“Anna who? What?” Bambi blinked at me while I wetted a thick pad of paper towels with the stuff, holding my breath and being careful not to spill it.
“Okay,” I screwed the cap on the can and closed the locker, keeping the wet paper towels at an arm’s length. “Come here, Bambi.” She walked dutifully over and blinked in surprise as I pushed the paper towels under nose. “What does this smell like?”
She inhaled deeply and jerked her head back a little. “I…uh…I don’t…knoooo…it’s making me dizzy!” She stepped backwards and I moved quickly, coming close and pressing the paper towels over her nose and mouth, grabbing the back of her head with my other hand.
She struggled, but it was very brief and I soon laid the sleeping girl peacefully on the floor. “Oh good job, Rache!” My cock exclaimed gleefully. “I’ll make a man out of you yet!”
“Shut up!” I threw the paper towels away and took off the thick rubber gloves, I wriggled out of my skirt, squeezing my cock like I’d seen my boyfriend do before he fucked me. “You’re turn.” I told my dick, surrendering myself completely, not even trying to maintain some semblance of my normal self as I had previously. I was feeling a little guilty all of a sudden and I hoped I wouldn’t remember this.
My prick soared with delight as he led me over to the beautiful sleeping woman. He pushed up her skirt and removed her panties, exposing her blonde little pussy. “Oh, fuck Rache! She’s perfect!” My cock said, but I ignored him. “Let’s get her legs up!”
“Hold on.” I put the gloves on Bambi’s hands, using some rubber bands around her wrists to make sure they stayed on.
“What’s that for?” My prick asked.
“Her nails. I had a dog once.” I told him.
“Heh! I bet your dog had you more than once!” My prick bobbed up and down, just full of mirth.
“That’s none of your business!”
We managed to get Bambi’s long legs over my shoulders as I climbed between them, spreading her thighs and exposing her virginal cunt. It was truly magnificent, with delightful little lips that just peeked out from her narrow slit, a wrinkled little nub of flesh at the top where her clit was nestled, sleeping happily. But that would soon change, I thought with a laugh as adrenaline, testosterone, and pure lust flooded my mind. My cock was jerking and already wet with precum, I could feel my balls tightening.
I guided my cock to her little hole and rubbed it up and down. Bambi stirred slightly, moaning softly and her eyelids fluttered. “Hurry up, Rache! Fuck, girl, she’s gonna wake up any second!”
“I know!” I told my cock. “Just hang on a sec.”
“You’re a perv, Rache!” My dick laughed.
“Bambi! Hey, Bambi! Wake up!” I smiled at her as she opened her eyes. “Wha-Wha’s goin on,
Rashel?” her voice was slow and slurred, but she knew I was there anyway. The gorgeous girl looked at her knees, bent almost to her shoulders as I leaned forward, my long auburn hair falling down around her pretty face. Her ass was rocked up, off the floor and my hungry cock was nudging at her hole. “Whash goin on?”
“You’re gonna lose you virginity.” I told her sweetly. “Are you on birth control?”
“Huh? Bir…birf conshrol? Noooo…” She shook her head, but she was still calm, just answering my question.
“Good, because I’m gonna but a baby inside you too, okay Bambi?” I kissed her nose impulsively.
“A…a…baby? Huh…Rashel?” She tried to understand and ask me what I meant, but it was too late! I slammed my cock forward as hard as I could and my prick ripped through her hymen like it wasn’t even there! She was tighter than even Jen’s asshole had been, dry and resisting, but my cock was dripping with precum and that made it slightly easier.
I clamped my mouth over hers, tasting the faint distinctive odor of ether on her breath as she screamed with pain and humiliation. Her arms came up, pushing at me, trying to scratch me, but I had her bent double, pinned to the hard floor beneath us. And try as she might, those fingernails couldn’t break through the gloves and hurt me. “Good little doggy!” I breathed into her mouth, rocking my huge swollen cock in and out of her slowly.
I wanted to go faster, and my dick was begging for it, but it hurt a little, fighting her inexperienced cunt, stretching the girl and opening her up. But at least she was wetter now, between my dick’s precum, her virginal blood, and the little bit of wetness she couldn’t help but ooze as I violated her, everything was getting better. Pretty soon we were moving harder, deeper and stroking faster. Her cries turned into low deep-throated moans and I felt her sex getting loose and warm and moist. She was crying and her eyes were shut tight, but she didn’t close her mouth. She was panting and I drank her fear and humiliation and reluctant acceptance into my lungs with every breath I took.
“I’m gonna…gonna…Oh!! Fuck!” My cock was roaring now as he plumbed the no longer virginal young woman’s depths, getting so deep he could almost, but not quite reach the bottom. “This girl is just made for fuckin big dicks, Rache! Holy shit!”
“Please…please…oh no…stop…please!” Bambi was whimpering sweetly and I enjoyed it. “My Daddy is a…minister…if I get pregnant…oh no!” That seemed to be the worst thing for her, more than being raped even, or losing her virginity after guarding it so assiduously through high school and college. Getting pregnant would never do and the scandal it would cause…the embarrassment for her whole family…oh my!
“I’m gonna spray her, Rache! I’m gonna knock the silly cunt full of babies! Twins! Triplets! Holy fuck! Quintuplets, Rache! One of each!” My dick was laughing and swelling and throbbing and I slammed him as deep as I could into Bambi’s cunt, pushing my tongue into her mouth as my balls suddenly seemed to burst, sending jet after jet of potent sperm swimming into Bambi’s once pristine womb, looking for eggs in her fallopian tubes. I kept her like that for a long time too, making her sure her hips stayed elevated, my cock plugging her hole and giving those little bastards a chance to do their job.
“I can’t…I can’t believe you…you did that to me…” Bambi wept softly, little sobs and sniffles rocking her body. “I…I thought you were my friend!”
“I am your friend, Bambi!” I smiled at her.
“Friends don’t…don’t…oh God!” She sobbed again. “I thought you were a …girl!”
“I am a girl, Bambi!” I smiled still, shaking my head. “Didn’t it feel good?”
“No! It…hurt!...A lot!” Bambi opened her blue eyes and glared at me. I felt my cock still hard and I wanted to move, so I did, sliding it easily now in and out of her slightly.
“Oh, don’t worry…Next time it’ll feel better…and pretty soon you won’t even remember that it ever hurt at all!” I lied. I always remembered how much the first time hurt. Always.
“If I get…pregnant…My Daddy will…he’ll…kill me!” She frowned mightily and her beautiful face turned away from me. “Are you going to…to do it…again?”
“Yes.” I told her and I did, thrusting once more into her prone body. Bambi just lay there this time, moaning softly, giving little grunts on occasion, but otherwise showing no sign of resistance. If anything I thought I detected just a hint of enjoyment, a slight pressing upward of her cunt to meet my cock, a little grinding and a soft sigh to punctuate it.
It felt a lot better this time too, her fuckhole was well lubed with sperm now and I could feel the tightness of her muscles relaxing around my prick. “I’m going to cum again, Bambi.” I told her, leaning down and kissing her ear tenderly. “Do you want me to pull out this time?”
“What? What was that? You traitorous bitch! Don’t get soft on me now, I can smell the bitch’s eggs!” My cock strained and growled, determined to spit into her once more.
“No…no, please Rachael…I…” She swallowed thickly. “…I want you to cum inside me again!”
I smiled and kissed her hard, feeling her respond slowly and I exploded a second time in Bambi’s womb, another huge load of sperm for her fertile eggs to bathe in. I hadn’t expected Bambi to act that way, it surprised me and perhaps dismayed me a little. Technically, I guess she did want it, so my cock was gloating as he shot his creamy wad inside her. My prick had been right again, but Bambi had been pretty repressed I thought, holding onto her virginity that long. She’d probably fall hopelessly in love for the first guy who fucked her, I’d seen it happen.
“Can…can we get married, Rachael?” Bambi asked me in a soft dreamy voice, wrapping her arms around my neck and staring into my eyes. “I love you.”
“Rache, you’re the first guy to fuck her!” My cock laughed. “Kinda.”
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t marry her, I didn’t even like her. I’d just wanted to punish her for…what? Being more attractive than I was? God! How did I ever get so shallow. Yesterday, before I’d had this prick between my legs, everything had been fine. But now, it was like I didn’t care at all about anyone but myself. I had woken up selfish and egotistical and…a prick.
“Tell her you love her.” My cock said. “Trust me, I know about these things.” So I did. I told Bambi I loved her too and I even kissed her to show it. “Now tell her you’ll call her tonight.” So I did that as well, finding it suddenly easy to lie. “Tell her you have to go, that you don’t want to, but you need to fix your lawnmower.”
I wasn’t sure about that one, but I did tell Bambi I should get going. “Do you promise you’ll call me?” She asked, refusing to let me go.
“Of course I will!” I assured her with a smile. “I love you, remember?”
“Okay.” She nodded and released me and I pulled my softening cock from her sperm filled womb. “I love you Rachael.”
I got out of there as fast as I could, leaving the girl to look after herself. I was in deep deep trouble and I knew it. The class was almost over and just a few people noticed me creeping out of the materials room. I went back to my lab table, sitting down quietly.
“Now we gotta write the note.” My dick said.
“What? What note?” I whispered.
“The note, you know! Holy fuck Rachael, you can’t marry her!”
“I know that!” I said.
“So write her the note so she can get on with her new life as a slut, you know and find some more dick,
sheesh!” My prick sighed. “Just write what I tell you to.”
So, I started writing a note to Bambi:
“Dear Bambi, I like you a lot, but I’m just not sure I can commit to anyone right now. Especially a total slut who gives up her pussy on the first date, like you do. I hope you get pregnant, if you do just drop me a line and I’ll help you pick out a name or something. Love, Rachael
“PS – Say ‘Hi’ to your Daddy for me!”
I tucked the letter in her book bag, where she’d left it on the floor close to mine. I wasn’t sure that the letter had been necessary, I’d known a lot of guys who’d never called after we’d fucked, and they hadn’t written me any letters.
“I’m not like those other guys!” My prick told me proudly. But I wasn’t too sure about that.
Class ended and Bambi still hadn’t come out, much to my relief. I didn’t want to face her again, but my prick said he didn’t care. “Hey! We bump into Bambi again and I’m gonna do her in the ass! God what a piece!” I saw a vision of her ass again, this time stretched around my dick and I shook my head.
“You gotta cool it, dick.” I told him as we walked to the cafeteria for lunch. “We got lucky twice, but remember Jen and Susan?”
“Who?” My dick asked, and then, “Hey! Look at her! Goddamn those are great tits!”
“That’s what I’m talking about!” I sighed. “You can’t be acting like a hard-on every time a girl walks by!”
“Yes I can!” He said proudly, straining eagerly as if to prove it. “I waited a long time for this day, I’m gonna screw it up! Hey! Look at those legs, oh my God! She wants it, Rache!”
I started thinking I was going to need to take some drastic measures. Two girl’s were dead, another one pregnant (maybe) and broken-hearted (definitely) and I was changing…losing my self-identity as my new penis began to assert its will on me again. I was walking towards a small mousy girl with short brown hair and glasses reading a microbiology textbook.
“I never fucked a little geek slut!” My prick was begging me. “She’ll be so easy, Rache! Please? Oh please? I want her ass! Your ass is mine, bitch!
Grrrr!” My head swam with visions of my big dick spunking all over the young woman’s glasses.
“No!” I said firmly, taking a step towards the strawberry jell-o I wanted.
“Yes!” My cock said and I found myself turning around, moving towards the girl.
“No, uh-uh! I’m in charge!” Wishing I had a big jar of estrogen handy.
“You wish, slut!” My cock laughed and a surge of testosterone induced lust filled me with the overpowering urge to procreate with that bookish twerp of a woman. “Let’s give her a biology lesson she’ll never forget!”
I couldn’t help but walk over to the little round table where she sat, looking up as she realized I was there. “Hello.” She said pleasantly, the look on her face told me she was trying to decide if she knew me.
“Uh, hi.” I said. “Do you mind if I…sit down?”
“No, sure, okay.” She said a little too quickly. It occurred to me that this young woman probably didn’t get a lot of attention. She was dressed in a baggy brown sweatshirt and loose bluish corduroy pants. Her hair was unkempt, but clean, and her face devoid of makeup. She looked like she might be cute though, with just a little effort. She pushed her glasses up self-consciously on her pert little nose and I could see her eyes were a nice shade of green.
“Talk to her, Rache!” My cock throbbed and another rush set my heart to beating so fast I thought it would burst in my chest. I was like a slave to this evil prick between my legs. “Get me in, babe! Let’s go!”
“I’m Rachael.” I smiled at her.
“Oh. I’m, um…my name is Lisa.” She smiled too, a little nervously maybe.
“Biology, huh? I’m an English major, Elizabethan.” I gestured at her book and she turned it in her hands as though just remembering it was there.
“Yeah, uh, right. I’m a botany.” She frowned. “Botanist, I will be, I mean, um…oh.” She was pretty nervous all right. “I’m just, uh auditing, this…sitting in, you know.”
I nodded. “Sure, yeah. Botany is neat, I don’t know a thing about plants though except I like roses.”
“Roses. Uhuh that’s uh, Rosa, in latin.” She smiled and blushed just a little. “Did you, um, know the oil of roses, the Attar, is used in perfume?”
“Really? No I didn’t know that.” I smiled a little and looked down as if I were shy as well. “You must be very smart.”
“Oh, um, no…no not really.” Lisa laughed softly. “I just, um I like to read, you know. I’m not much of a , uh, people person.”
“Oh, I find that hard to believe.” I laughed softly too, and reached out to touch her hand. She flinched, just barely, but didn’t move. “You’re so pretty.” I told her and then looked up to stare into her eyes.
“Oh.” She said.
“Do you, well…” I looked around and leaned a little closer, letting my blouse fall open so she could see the swell of my breasts as I took a deep breath. It must have seemed as though I were taking an awful chance. “Do you want to go for a walk with me?”
“Where?” She whispered as her eyes wandered from my face to my neck, to my breasts and then darted with some embarrassment back to my own soft gaze.
“Behind Century Hall, by the rose garden there.” I slid my fingers back and forth over the back of her hand. That was where a lot of couples went during their off time, just to sit and talk and even make out. It was known informally as lover’s lane.
“I don’t, uh…I’m not…I mean…”
“Shhh…it’s okay, Lisa. I thought maybe you were…” I shrugged, leaving the words unsaid. She wasn’t a lesbian, well no surprise there, she probably wasn’t hetero either. Just a neuter waiting for the first person of either sex to mold her. I started getting up. “I’ll see you around, okay?” I said it gently, friendly, and actually took three steps, ignoring the outraged protestations of my confused prick.
“No!” Lisa was getting up too. “No, wait, Rachael…I’m…” She joined me, blushing wonderfully and stuffing her book in her bag. “I’d uh, like to…you know…um, go there. With you, I mean.”
I giggled and kissed her warm cheek in front of about 200 students and she was ready to spontaneously combust. But Lisa braved it out, smiling and letting me take her hand as I led the girl into peril.
“Holy fuck, Rache! How’d you do that?” My cock’s voice was full of awe as we led her towards the enclosed semi-privacy of the university gardens. I ignored it as Lisa and I talked, avoiding the subject of our sexuality at all costs. But it was there just the same, like electricity crackling between our flesh, stealing our breath and putting a wonderful urgency to our steps.
Lisa had never had sex before, of that I was certain as the sunrise. She’d probably never even been kissed, at least not by anyone but a cousin when she was 12 I’d guess. Picking up girls like her, boys like her too for that matter, were as easy as putting on a bra. Once you knew how, there wasn’t much to it. Fortunately for girls like Lisa, pricks like the one between my legs never bothered trying to learn anything.
“We’re gonna do this slow, dick, understand?” I spoke super softly, barely much more than a thought.
“Slow? What the fuck for? She wants it, Rache! You’re a Goddess, holy shit! We’re gonna be unstoppable! They’ll make a movie about us!”
“Shut-up and be patient!” I warned him. “Take our time and an hour from now you’ll be balls deep, I promise!”
“An hour? What? Goddamn, Rache! We might be dead in an hour, you don’t know! Let’s just do the bitch!”
We found a nice spot under a maple tree and we sat down close together. Lisa had been quiet and I’d talked only a little, mostly about innocuous things. Now, sitting there I started talking to her about poetry.
“Do you want to hear part of my favorite poem, Lisa?” I asked her. “It’s by Lord Byron.”
“Lord Byron?” She looked at me. “I think I’ve heard of him.”
I laughed sweetly, thinking this poor girl didn’t stand a chance. I recited from Don Juan, speaking slowly in the lilting uneven meter it required.
“XXXX…”
By the time I had finished I had my arm around Lisa’s waist, drawing her slightly closer and she didn’t resist. She moved her own hand timidly, touching my bare thigh where my skirt had ridden up with the tip of her index finger, tracing little invisible designs across my flesh.
“Do you know what they said about Lord Byron?” I asked Lisa, putting my face in her soft hair, my breath warm in her ear as she looked down.
“No.” She whispered, and a little shiver went through her as I moved my hand inside the back of her sweatshirt, up her smooth warm back slowly.
“They said he was ‘Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know.” I flicked her ear with my tongue and grazed along her spine with my fingernails.
“That…That sounds like someone I might know.” She said softly, turning her head and looking at me with wide eyes.
I kissed her then, just softly on the lips, a sweet innocent kiss, and pulled my face away, looking at her. “Have you ever been in love?” I whispered.
“No.” She stared at me and so I kissed her again, this time letting my tongue brush across her closed lips. I felt her hand on my leg, her fingers pressing into my skin. “Wh-Why are you doing this to me?” She breathed after I broke our kiss.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her.
“No.” Lisa admitted. Closing her eyes for a long second and then opening them. “I’m not…I’m not a lesbian.”
“You don’t have to be.” I answered. “Open your mouth for me…” And I kissed her again, this time pulling her to my breasts and putting my fingers in her hair as my other hand slid up to her bra, undoing it and letting the straps fall free. She wasn’t a very good kisser, but I let her take her time, exploring my tongue as it ran across hers, inviting her into my own mouth. I moved my hand around her ribs, to her chest, under her loose bra to cup one of her breasts and squeezing it, rubbing the turgid nipple with my thumb until Lisa rewarded me with a soft moan.
I lifted my mouth, as I massaged her breast. “Touch me.” I told her, bringing my hand from her hair to pull her hand to my blouse. Lisa undid the three small buttons that guarded my flesh and then my blouse opened for her. She gazed at my small firm breasts, my dark nipples aching and hard for her. “Touch me, please Lisa.” I told her again and shivered as I felt her hands on my flushed skin, tentative and shy at first, then growing bolder, pressing against me while I did the same to her.
“Fuckin tits!” My cock growled and I suddenly remembered he was there too. “What about me, huh? Goddamn lesbian clusterfuck goin’ on and I’m stuck down here in the dark!” I got a sudden urge to fuck this girl hard in the ass and I shifted slightly, pressing my thighs together painfully on my balls to remind him to shut-up and leave us alone for awhile.
“Kiss me, Lisa…Kiss my breasts for me!” I urgently whispered, pulling her head down so her lips could find my nipples. The girl didn’t resist, but rather bent to my pressure willingly, licking and sucking at first one of my breasts and then the other. It was so beautiful, having this sweet innocent love me this way. Oh how I wished I didn’t have that awful prick! I would have had Lisa’s tongue on my clit already, but I knew I had to keep my strange condition a secret. I was thankful that she was so inexperienced or I might have had to fend her away from my sex.
I pulled her up to kiss her again, her mouth was wet from having suckled my breasts, and I nibbled gently at her lips before pressing my tongue into her sweet mouth. I could give up guys forever, I decided, because there was something with this girl, something so unexpected and rich that was making my heart soar. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Don’t wimp out on me, Rache! We’re gonna fuck this bitch within an inch of her life, I swear! She’ll never wanna ride another bike again!”
My cock was not happy. He throbbed and spewed pre-cum and jerked in my panties, feeling his own desperate ache, fueled by the pleasure the rest of my body was indulging. I had to do something, now while my female hormones were peaking and his power was at a low, despite his excitement.
“Can I call you sometime, Lisa?” I sat there, breathing hard and feeling my body radiate heat in soft waves. My new friend was in a similar state, her mouth was open, her tongue licking at her lips, swollen from my attentions.
“When?” She asked me, not letting go of me as her arms were around my neck.
“Tonight.” I stared into her eyes, promising with my gaze. “I want to be with you, but I have…class and…” I frowned slightly. It was a weak excuse and I was afraid she’d take it the wrong way, that I was rejecting her somehow.
“Skip your class, Rachael…” She whispered, surprising me and leaning close to press herself against my breasts. “I mean, you could…uh, you could come to my room, if…you wanted.” She had her eyes closed and I knew Lisa had summoned every bit of her courage to make that offer.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin about!” My prick laughed. “She wants it, Rache! That bitch is dying for dinner and she wants salami too, not clam dip, baby!”
I ignored the prick and looked at Lisa, searching her face as I tilted it up towards mine. “I have an ethics class at two and I can’t miss it.” I said softly, thinking of Ann and how I’d promised to meet her.
“I live close, we could have…a couple hours…” Lisa sighed. “Anyway, it was just a…a thought.” I heard the resignation in her voice, the lack of confidence, and I felt my heart swelling.
“Then how can I say no?” I smiled at her as she looked at me, a little smile of her own playing across her lips.
“Really?” She asked and it made me laugh.
“Yeah really! Don’t make me spank you!” I started buttoning my blouse. “Not yet anyway!” I gave her a little grin as we stood up.
“Oh.” Her eyes got wide and I shook my head thinking she was just too precious for her own good.
“Give me your bra.” I told her and she looked at me quizzically, but didn’t say anything as she maneuvered her arms in the big sweatshirt, finally pulling a surprisingly sexy red lace bra down the sleeve of her left arm. I raised my eyebrows at her and tucked it in my purse. She was blushing wonderfully and I put my fingers in the waistband of her pants, pulling them down slightly, just enough to see she had matching red lace panties. “Oh, do you always wear sexy underwear?” I asked.
“I just, uh…I wear them sometimes because I…you know…it feels…” She was digging a little hole with every syllable she uttered.
“Because you were waiting for me, weren’t you, Lisa?” I put my arm around her and we walked slowly. “You’ve been waiting a long time, and guess what.”
We stopped and she looked at me. “Now I’m here.” I kissed her again, standing in that sweet park with students and faculty walking around, heedless of them, uncaring what they might think or say or do. They just didn’t matter.
“Goddamn Rache! Stop kissing the slut for 5 minutes, would ya?” My prick was sulking although I didn’t know why, we were going to Lisa’s dorm room after all, he’d get his shot at her. I didn’t know how I’d explain it, or how Lisa would react, but I couldn’t leave her. I just couldn’t.
We arrived at her room after a short 10 minute walk. It was 12:05 by my watch, so I’d have a good hour I thought with time to clean up and get to my ethics class. An hour sounds like a long time, but I knew that with Lisa it wouldn’t be nearly long enough. With everything that had gone on already that day, raping, murder, getting Bambi Roberts pregnant probably, why did I have to fall in love too, with the most unlikely person in the world to boot? What a freakin’ day! And it was only noon!
As anyone can tell you, I’m into BDSM in a big way. I generally enjoy being the submissive in a D/s relationship, particularly with dominant men. Which may explain why my dick was having such a strong influence on me. But I can switch when I want to, assuming the Domme role when it suits me. I’d already decided that Lisa was going to have to be my sub, my sweet little bottom. I hoped she would accept that, because I wouldn’t force her, no matter what the big prick between my legs wanted, I’d decided that too.
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