e: Back to College
Code: F/M
Date: 17/1/2007
Email: ssip2004@yahoo.co.uk

	Two years ago, when I was still stationed in Iraq, the Hummer I was driving ran into an improvised roadside bomb.
	The car got flipped upside down. If it wasn’t for my Sergeant, Ray, I’d have been trapped in there when the gas tank blew. He dragged my ass out of there while I was still seeing stars.
	They say I broke my hip in five places. I walk fine now, two years later, but apparently not fine enough for the army. They shipped me back home with a pension and an honourable discharge.
	I still keep in touch with Ray. He’s still stationed out there, so I make sure to send him a copy of Hustler Fantasies every month.


	A couple of weeks ago, I got a letter from Ray and he didn’t sound happy.
	Apparently his son was in trouble, out at State College. Ray Junior was one of these born again Christian kids. Didn’t believe in drinking, sin or sex before marriage. Which was why I was surprised to read that he’d apparently knocked up one of his classmates.
	Since Ray Senior was still out in Iraq, my wife and I agreed to drive up to State College and sort him out.
	My wife was excited by the idea of going back to college. It wasn’t long since she’d left. When I’d married her, just over a year ago, I couldn’t believe my luck. Five years younger than me, with olive skin, a tight, round ass and long black hair, Suzie was a bombshell and I loved her.
	We made the half-day trip up to campus and fortunately Ray’s kid was there to meet us. He had his girlfriend with him. She was a mousy little thing and in her uptight clothes, without makeup, she barely looked nineteen years of age.
      Ray, on the other hand, took after his dad. A tall, good-looking kid, he’d just had his twenty-first and I could see Suzie eye him appreciatively.
	We took them back to our motel, where I had a six-pack on ice and Suzie had bought a pregnancy test.
	“Leave her with me,” my wife insisted. She led Ray’s girl to the bathroom.
      Turns out, his girlfriend wasn’t pregnant. She was just a few weeks late with her period. We sent her scurrying back to her dorm with the promise to keep her legs crossed from that point on.
	But Ray Junior? Well, his dad had asked me to give him a talking to.
	“What the hell were you thinking?” I passed the kid a cold beer. “Haven’t you ever heard of using a condom?”
	“Contraceptive’s a sin,” Ray replied. “My pastor told us.”
	“He probably told you sex before marriage was a sin, too,” my wife snapped. “But if you’re going to break one rule, you’d be better off breaking both of them.”
	Ray stared at his trainers.
	“I’d never done it before,” he admitted. “I was a virgin.”
	“Well I’ll be damned,” Suzie slapped her thigh. “Didn’t know too many of those when I was in college!”
	We let the kid finish his beer.
	“Seriously, Son,” I warned. “You need to start putting a hood on that thing.”
	Ray shuffled his feet.
	“I tried,” he explained. “She and I went through a whole pack trying to put the damn thing on. When we ran out, we just went ahead and did it anyway.”
	“Honey, it’s not that hard,” my wife said soothingly.
	“It was hard. It just wouldn’t go on!”
	Suzie had that mischievous look in her eye. I’d seen it before, and it normally led to some interesting adventures.
	I reached into my pocket and pulled out a string of rubbers.
	“Here you go, Son.”
	“What?” He peered at the foil wrapper with confusion.
	“I’ll show you.” With a devious smile, my wife pushed him onto the bed.
	“W-what?”
	“Relax,” Suzie straddled him, unbuckling his belt. “Consider this a learning experience.” 
	Ray’s eyes widened as she yanked open his jeans.
	A moment later, she was wrenching his Levis down to his knees.
	There, in a nest of brown public hair, Ray’s limp cock twitched.
	“Here,” horny, he started tearing open the foil. “I’ll put one on.” He started manhandling the slick latex over his limp cock-head.
	“Honey!” Suzie pulled his hand away. “You’ve got to wait until it’s hard. Otherwise it’s like squeezing toothpaste back into the tube.”
	As she said this, my wife sluttily licked her lips and started stroking Ray’s limp dick. He was young and horny and she was hot and sexy. It didn’t take long before his dick was standing to attention.
	“There we go,” Suzie grinned proudly. “Now you’re ready.”
	He started trying to cover his swollen dick with rubber.
	“Easy now,” my wife insisted. “You’ve got to roll it down. Like this.”
	Together, Ray and Suzie managed to roll the rubber down the seven inches of swollen cock shaft. 
	“Pinch it at the end,” my wife ordered, “so there’s somewhere for the cum to go.”
	Moments later, he was sheathed and ready.
	“Oh boy,” my wife grinned.
	Leaving Ray lying on his back, my wife clambered off him and unbuckled her own jeans. A moment later, they landed on the floor. Her cotton panties were next.
	Naked from the waist down, she straddled Ray and guided his fingers to her thick, black pubes.
	“Y-you’re all wet,” Ray stammered.
	“I sure am,” Suzie nodded.
	Together, they guided Ray’s rubber-clad shaft to my wife’s damp crack. Then, with a wiggle of her hips, his dick popped past the resistance and she sank down into his lap.
	“Oh my God,” Ray bucked beneath her. “That’s so tight!”
	“Tight as your girlfriend?”
	“I never got into her so deep.”
	“You’re gonna go deeper, Honey.”
	With that, Suzie started to ride him.
	She ground her hips back and forth, like she was riding a rocking horse. Rubbing her clit against Ray’s bony hips, she bit her bottom lip and swiftly guided herself to a shuddering orgasm.
	“Oh God,” Ray threw back his head. “That feels so good.”
	Maybe it was the tightness of my wife’s pussy. Maybe it was just because he was horny. Either way, seconds later my wife let out a groan as Ray’s dick swelled and throbbed inside of her.
	“Oh my,” she eased the grinding of her hips. “Grab the base of it, Honey. I’m pulling off.”
	Ray obediently clutched the base of the condom. My wife dismounted, letting seven inches of slick cock slide out of her like a piston.
	Ray was still hard, the tip of his condom swollen with thick, white liquid. Suzie, somewhat flushed herself, gave him a wink.
	“Now that, Honey, is how you use a condom.”


	Ray Senior sent us a letter a few weeks later thanking us for getting his kid out of trouble. Whether he’d appreciate his son’s new interest in the ladies, we wouldn’t know. But at least Ray Junior wouldn’t be having any more pregnancy scares for a while.
	
	
	
	

    

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