Service With A Smile Ch. 11

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A quick recap, but you really should read previous chapters to prepare
for the big finish:

Mr. Marcus responded to Dr. Stephanie Krumholtz's phone call about her
daughter Inga's depression.  During their conversation, Mr. Marcus got
Dr. Krumholtz's permission to have sex with Inga.  It turned out Inga
wasn't depressed, just feeling bad about not getting laid in the motel. 
Mr. Marcus promised they'd have sex, soon.  Then he drove downstate to
his daughter Annie's college to celebrate Parents' Weekend and his
birthday.  Annie fixed him up with five coeds, who tease his cock but
stop before he can cum.  Mr. Marcus plays along, hoping to get
satisfied.  Annie insists he wear a blindfold, and then delivers a
mystery sex partner with whom he can orgasm.  The mystery sex partner
turns out to be Inga.

Mr. Marcus tries to fuck Inga but she goes nuts with orgasms when he
plants just the tip of his dick in her.  Claudia, who didn't participate
in the role-play and punning, shows up and beds Mr. Marcus.  In the
process, she learns of Inga's issue:  a buried clit, and solves it with
desensitizing gel.  Mr. Marcus fucks Inga completely, and then has
Claudia again, just because.  After spending the night alone, he wakes
up to find his car missing.

Question:  What was the name of the girl who pretended to be a plumber? 
See, I told you there would be a quiz.


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"Damn college kids!"  I paced back and forth in the spot where my coupe
had been parked and locked.  My car keys were missing, probably taken by
one of the girls who'd teased me into undressing and foreplay.  But why?
 Couldn't they have asked?  I was so busy penetrating them and Inga that
I probably would have agreed to any reasonable request, even borrowing
my car.  But under these circumstances, it was grand theft auto!  And I
was stranded.

I marched back to Annie's room.  It was the Monday after Parents'
Weekend.  The hallways were silent, empty of any students.  Where was
everybody?  Classes hadn't started yet.  I picked up the desk phone in
Annie's room and dialed Campus Security.  I got a recording that all
campus police had been deployed for 'Match Up Day' and I could leave a
message.  Match Up what?  Parents' cars to thieving students?

Something was different in Annie's room.  On her roommate's bed was a
suitcase, open, and a note on Annie's unmade bed:

A, 
I'm at tennis.  Catch you up later. 
F

'F' must have stood for Annie's roommate, or someone named Fred who
dresses in women's clothing, plays tennis and dropped his suitcase off
in Annie's room.  I took a closer look at the photos decorating the wall
opposite of Annie's stuff.  One face kept appearing in the pictures, and
not Fred.  A young woman with distinctive features: square face, large
wide-set eyes and volumes of wavy brunette hair.  Not unkempt, but
flowing.

A voice from the doorway startled me.  "Hi.  Can I help you?"

The face in the photos was attached to a body dressed in tennis whites: 
a halter top with a high neckline and a short white skirt that exposed
two very shapely legs.  Athletic legs.  The kind that can squeeze really
hard when you're groin to groin-  Thinking about a cold shower, I said,
"Hi.  I'm Annie's father."

Her arm shot up as if spring-loaded, ready to be shaken.  "I'm Felice,
Annie's roommate.  She talks about you all the time."

I dreaded what she might have known.  "I saw your note.  Did you
vanquish your opponent in straight sets?"

She dropped her gym bag with a side pocket for her racket.  "Nope. 
Tennis practice was cancelled due to the campus wide 'Match Up'
experiment."

'Match-Up' sounded like what Annie had done for my birthday, matching me
with a series of hot coeds.  Well, except for Anita.  But she was a hot
surprise in her own oversized way.  "So that's where all of the students
are?  Matching up?"

"Kind of."  She plopped down in her chair at her desk.  Her knees stayed
tight together, so no up skirt opportunities.  "You don't know about
this?  It's your daughter's idea, for her math and sociology classes."

"Annie came up with some idea, and the whole campus is participating? 
Wow!"

"I'll say.  That's automatic A's in both courses."

"So how does Match Up work anyway?"  Maybe there was a way I could get
matched up.  There were so many coeds on campus.  Nah, I shouldn't be
greedy.

"Every male student gets a number, and some random female student gets
the same number.  Then, they roam around campus looking for their
match."

"So if every student is required to participate, where's your number?"

Felice grabbed a pair of panties from her desk drawer, as well as a bowl
of M&Ms and a bowl of jelly drops.  She tossed a few gumdrops in her
mouth and chewed them as she talked.  "Annie got me my number early
since she knew I'd be late getting back from a visit home.  She sewed
the number to my panties because she was sure I'd have better time if I
wore it down there."

Annie was forcing Felice to flash her panties to show her number.  With
legs like hers, this was a treat for anyone who approached Felice
looking for their match.  "But you're not wearing them."

"I know.  It's so embarrassing.  Like always, Annie is trying to fix me
up.  Unlike me, your daughter has to beat guys away with a tennis
racket."

Or perhaps just beat them off.  As in, handjob.  "Annie's always been
popular."

"No duh.  Guys aren't interested in me as a person.  And they're always
unsubtle.  You know, pawing and grabbing.  Yuk!  And some of them take
one look and run away."

"Men shouldn't act that way.  But run away from a beautiful woman like
you?"

Felice blushed.  "Thanks.  But I'm not beautiful."

Maybe she hadn't seen herself in a mirror lately, or only the kind used
at carnivals.  "Stand up and take a look."

She stood next to me, our joint reflection in the mirror.  My joint
inflated as I stared at her.

She rubbed her hands against her chest.  "Beautiful women need something
up here."

I hadn't noticed her meager chest.  Her face had me from 'Hello."  There
was something familiar about it, like Felice shared her face with a
model or celebrity.  Not some movie star or pop culture icon.  No, it
was something not so blatant.  "Every woman is beautiful, in her own
way."  Even oversized Anita.

"Thanks for saying that.  Annie told me you were really good with her
friends in high school.  Sweet and gentle."  She popped another handful
of chocolate and jelly bits.  "She even told me, in secret, that you'd
introduced a few of her high school friends to, you know, intimate
stuff."

So Felice knew about the fucking?  "I never set out to.  Really!"

She poked a finger into her mouth, perhaps to unstick the gummy bits
from her teeth.  "So how did it happen?"

"More often than not, one of her friends and I would end up in a
circumstance that made the activity - how can I explain it? - natural." 
What was I doing, telling this sexy creature about fucking other young
women?  Like that's some kind of turn-on?

"Really?  Give me an example."  The numbered panties hung from her
fingertips.

Running footsteps echoed in the hallway.  It was enough of a distraction
that I was spared the opportunity to share the details of previous
encounters.  They got closer, as if a herd of stampeding elephants was
approaching.  Annie stuck her head in.  "Hey, Ner-do-well.  You're not
supposed to hold those, you're supposed to wear them.  Hi Dad.  You're
still here?"

"My car was stolen."

Annie shook her head.  "Nah.  Probably just towed.  Walk over to
security."

"But my keys-"

Annie didn't let me finish.  "Gotta go find Derek - I mean, number one."
 An oval patch with blue background and a bright white "1" on her chest
declared Annie's self-proclaimed status.  "Come on, get those panties on
and find your match.  You'll be pleased, I promise."  Annie vanished.

It was clear that Annie rigged at least some of the numbers.  If Annie
wanted - what was his name? - Derek, then there would be no stopping
her.  "Ner-do-well?"

"My last name is Nerdone.  I guess I ought to change.  You won't peek,
will you?"

"Of course not."

Felice stood facing away from me, but the mirror above Annie's desk
reflected Felice's profile.  There was a flash of bare butt as she
pulled her panties off.  When she bent over to pull the numbered ones
on, her fat pussy was on display.  God, we'd make a great pair.  I had
no number to match Felice except eight inches and she had a pussy that
could accommodate it.  "There."  She flipped up her skirt to show off
her number.

A skinny kid with short hair and black-framed glasses peeked around the
doorway.  I imagined his picture in the dictionary next to the word
'geek.'  "Hey, Felice.  What's your number?"

Felice lifted her skirt.

The geek's eyes bugged out.  "Hey, we're a match!"  His smile could have
illuminated the darkest forest.  He held out his hand.

Felice crossed her arms across her chest.  "I'm sorry, Herbert, but I'm
not going."

"But you have to come.  I'll be humiliated if I show up alone without my
match."

She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down without putting
her privates on display to the young man.  She demurely stepped out of
them but then bent over to pick them up.  There was that fat pussy
again.  "Here.  You'll be a hero, having retrieved the panties from your
match.  Tell them that the sex was great."

Herbert looked at the panties, at me, and then at Felice.  "Well, I
guess, uh, if that's the way you feel."  He disappeared from the
doorway.

I didn't understand.  "Why didn't you go with him?  It's obvious he
likes you."

"And I like him too.  But I couldn't go with him, because everybody is
expected to pair up and have sex."

"What's wrong with that?"  Herbert certainly seemed enthusiastic.  I
knew I'd be if the opportunity arose.

"Because that's not the way I want to do it the first time."  Felice sat
down next to me.  "Not like some command performance.  Someone else's
decision."

It was obvious but I asked anyway.  "You're a virgin?"

"Uh huh.  Hopeless, right?  Every girl on campus came here, pre-popped,
but not me."

"So why haven't you-"

"You don't think I've tried?  Guys don't want to be my first, like its
some gigantic responsibility."  Felice crossed her legs.

The short skirt kept her pussy covered, but just knowing it was bare was
a turn-on.  "I know exactly what you mean."

"Oh, that's right.  You've done that, for a few of Annie's friends."

Some of them got my cock precisely on their legal 18th birthday.  "A
few."

"I go out on dates.  I do.  The guys seem to like me.  We'll talk and
have a good time, generally.  Then things get friendly.  You know,
touching.  I don't like it when they grope for my breasts.  I just know
they're turned off when they see I've got nothing up here."  She pawed
her own chest.  I would have helped if she'd asked but the volume didn't
require four hands. "We'd argue and then they lose interest or run like
rabbits."

I'd heard of fuck like bunnies.  Would rabbits run from sex?  Then why
were there so many of the furry little fuckers?

She continued, "If I'd gone with Herbert, I know what would have
happened.  He'd want to meet expectations, and so he'd ask for sex in a
cute but awkward way.  I'd say no, maybe let him get a little friendly. 
He'd want to go farther, I'd refuse, we'd argue and he'd run off, just
like everybody else."

I wasn't convinced that the guys were to blame.  Felice's guilt was
thick enough to cut with a knife.  "So what do you do for satisfaction?"

"Instead of sex, I sublimate."

"You what?"  Was that a form of masturbation?

"When I get horny, I munch."  She reached for the bowls and scooped a
handful of M&Ms into her hand and chomped them into  chocolate mash. 
She went to her dresser and bend over to open it.  There was that pussy
again, bare and inviting, except I didn't have an invitation.  She took
a bowl of miniature candy bars and a tube of red licorice from the
drawer.  "I just love candy."

Love?  Candy?  The words blended in my mind.  Of course!  Candy Loving,
the former Playboy Playmate!  "Can I use your computer?"

"Sure."

I crafted a simple search for the infamous Playmate.  My reward was a
series of useful links and a photos option.  I brought up a gallery. 
Shit, Felice was a dead ringer.  I double clicked on a headshot.  "See,
you could be her twin."

Felice bent her face close to mine, examining the image.  "We do look a
lot alike.  Who is she?"

I clicked to the next picture, the centerfold spread of Candy completely
nude.

"I don't look anything like that."  She threw herself on the bed, curled
up and sobbed.  Her body shook.  Her thighs and buttocks were exposed,
as well as the fleshy lips of her pussy.

I sat down beside her, just like the spider in Little Miss Muffet. 
"What's wrong?"

Felice spoke in between sobs.  "That - that - that woman's got tits!"

"Yes, big, juicy-"  Oh shit!  Of course.  Felice was self-conscious and
there I went, making her feel worse.  Nice job, Marcus.  This was a sore
point with her.  My point was sore, chafing in my pants.  I leaned close
and whispered "What if someone found you attractive, just the way you
are?"

Felice sniffled.  "First you insult me and now you're teasing."

"No, I'm not.  When you came into the room, I was fantasizing about you.
 I'd checked out your bulletin board full of pictures, in shorts and
tops and a swimsuit.  And I got an erection."

She lifted her head.  "Me?  You got an erection just thinking about me?"
 Her labia puckered.

"Just like the one I have now.  Remember when I said that sometimes,
circumstances led to sexual intimacy with Annie's friends?"

"Uh huh."  She sat up, removing a clear view of her bottom.

"Well, you're sitting here, bare under that short skirt, and I've got an
erection that's throbbing."

"You do?"

"Here, feel."  I led her hand to my crotch.  She was reluctant and
pulled back, but not enough for me to overcome with light pressure.

She tentatively felt the lump.  "Oh my!   You're hard."

"Yes."  I ran my hand along her head, against her cheek.  "I think this
is one of those circumstances."  I put my hand on her knee.  She
quivered.  I kissed her, but her lips were tight, uninvolved.  "You
should kiss back, you know."

She pushed her lips out.  It was awkward, but at least she was willing. 
My hand slid up the outside of her thigh.  I held my palm against her
hip, fingers cupped toward her buttock.  "Mmmmm."

I stroked again, this time running my fingers up the inside surface. 
She kept her legs tight.  I kissed harder, probing against her lips with
my tongue.  When she opened her mouth to protest, out tongues touched. 
There must have been internal fireworks, because her thighs parted and
she pulled my face towards hers.  She wanted more kisses, and I obliged.
 I also made a glancing flick along her mound.

"Mmmmmm.  Better than candy."  Her eyes focused on my groin.  The lump
was obvious to the casual observer and ached like hell in crowded in my
jeans.  "Could I, I mean, would you-"

I stood, unzipped, and then slipped off my pants and jockeys.  I sat
back down next to her, my dick proud and stuff.

"Oh my God!  I caused that?"

Why couldn't she believe it?  "There's never been a moment since we met
that I haven't been excited."  It was a bit of a lie, but even the
photos of her on the wall had gotten me interested.

"It's so pretty."  Her head dropped to my lap.  Her lips felt like
velvet on my prick.  She was 'mmmf'ing and 'mmmp'ing.  When she pulled
back, my dick had a chocolate coating.  Our mutual laughing broke the
tension.  I used that moment to slide my hand all the way up her skirt,
my finger toying with her labia.

"Oh, God!  You want to touch me, down there?"

"No, I want to kiss you down there, if you'll let me."

"Really?"  She spread her legs and pulled the skirt up to her waist. 
"Please."

I plunged my face between her thighs, licking at first, and then lapping
at the lubrication she generated.  God, she was wet.  Well prepared for
the next step.  I decided to go for it.  All she could say was 'no.'  "I
want to fuck you.  Is that too forward of me?"

Her eyes got big.  "Gee, I don't know.  It's kind of large.  Won't it
hurt?"

"Not if we take it slow and easy."  She kept her top on and I was fine
with that, for the moment.  I laid back.  "You should get on top, so
you're in control of the pace and depth."

Felice swung one leg over my groin and positioned herself over my
erection.  "Now what?"  In an attempt at modesty, she pulled a sheet
over our bodies.

"Rub it against your labia and then sit down slowly."

She was tentative.  The feel of her labia rubbing my cock was
excruciating.  I wanted to hump my hips and probe deep but kept my cool
despite how hot she was.  Gradually, her virgin pussy accepted my cock. 
She moaned and bit her lip as she descended.  When she'd lowered herself
half way, I reached behind her neck to untie the halter.

"Must you?  My breasts embarrass me."

"I want you naked.  I'm fine with breasts of all shapes and sizes. 
Besides, I bet I can stimulate you."

"Really?"  She stopped interfering.  I unbuttoned the back and neck. The
halter collapsed onto my chest.  Her tits were small like teacups.  As
she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, I mouthed each breast.  My
tongue paid homage to her perky nipples.  She melted lower, taking me
all the way in.  I was ready for the old in and out, and was pretty sure
so was she.

Felice supported herself on stiff arms.  "Are we going to have sex now?"

"We kind of already started.  We should pick up the pace a bit, if
you're ready."

She nodded and undulated her hips.  I stared at her face, fantasizing
that I was fucking the Playboy Playmate.  My cock was treating her
right.

A body in the door startled me.  It was Herbert the Nerd.

"Felice?  What are you doing?" he asked.

Felice stopped moving.  "Herbert?  What are you doing here?"

He took one step closer.  "I couldn't go to the party and lie,
especially about us, you know, doing it.  I thought I'd just return
these."  He tossed her panties onto the bed.

Felicia rolled off me and reached out for them.  The sheet was under my
body, so when she moved our covering dropped, exposing her chest.

Herbert's eyes went wide.  "Oh my!  You're perfect!"

I agreed but Felice was a non-believer.  "What?"

"You are.  Don't you see?"  Herbert pointed his finger at her.  My cock
remained hard, pointing at the ceiling.  "Your eyes and mouth form the
Golden Triangle, the mathematical model for absolute beauty.  So do your
chin and nipples.  Oh my, and your nipples and navel."

Felice slipped out of bed to look in the mirror wearing only her short
skirt.  First I focused on Felice's naked back, and then on Herbert, who
was focused on Felice's almost naked body.

"You're right."  She smiled at her beloved nerd.

They faced each other.  What a view he had.  "Would you like to, you
know, spend some time together?"  His face was turning red.

"Not at the party?"

"No.  In my room."

Felice looked at me, my erection waving like a flagpole in a storm.  "Is
that okay?"

I nodded.

Felice bounced on her toes.  "I'd love to."

Herbert held out his hand and she took it.

"Do you want your halter?" I asked.

"Thank you, Mr. Marcus."  She approached the bed with Herbert in tow,
leaned over and kissed me.

I used the opportunity to slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, past
the hem of her skirt.  I slid my finger into her pussy and rubbed back
and forth.  She moaned and kissed me even harder, all while holding
Herbert's hand.  He tugged gently, but she was having too much fun,
getting kissed and finger fucked.  I picked up the pace, hoping she'd
push me back on the bed and mount my aching cock, a cock that needed to
be buried in her.

"Felice?" whined Herbert.

She pulled back, dislodging our lips and my dripping finger.  "I have to
go.  Sorry."

As they left, I fell back on the bed.  I was horny as hell and still
stranded.  Maybe one of the coeds couldn't find a match and was anxious
to match up.

A familiar brunette coed entered Annie's room.  The last time I'd seen
her, she wore a baseball cap and jersey.  This time, it was a school
t-shirt and jeans.  "Well, if it isn't Babe Ruthie."  I didn't bother
covering up, since she'd seen me naked before.

"Just Ruth.  Here,"  She held my car keys in her open palm.

I stood and accepted them.  "You took my car?  Why?"

"I'm really sorry, but after we did that stuff, you left me really
horny."  She glanced down at my bobbing erection.  "I needed a good
fucking so I swiped your car keys and drove to my boyfriend's school,
not far from here.  We got carried away and fucked all night.  Even when
he was running out of steam, I sucked him back to stiff and had him
again.  You have no idea how hot you got me!"

Maybe that would have taken a few hours.  "So where have you been since?
 You couldn't have been fucking all this time."

"Yeah, well, we both got pooped and I fell asleep.  I'm really sorry."

I folded my arms.  "You deserve a spanking or worse."

"I guess I do, but please don't.  I'm pretty sore down there.  God, I've
never had so much sex."

"And there's nothing left for me?"

"I don't think I can."  She was already shucking her jeans and pulling
her t-shirt over her head.  There they were, her double-header tits.

I stuck my hand in her panties  She cringed.  She was wet, maybe even
still goopy from her boyfriend's sperm.

"Are you willing to try?"

She took my cock in hand.  It throbbed.  "Oh gee, I don't know.  You're
so big, and Eddie was really horny.  We did it a whole bunch of times. 
I don't know if my pussy can handle it."

"We should at least try."  I laid on the bed and beckoned her closer.

She straddled my crotch and sunk down.  "Ooohhhhh, I'm kind of tender
down there right now."

"I'll take it easy."  I lifted my hips.

Ruthie inhaled and jumped free of my cock.  "I'm just too sore.  Sorry. 
Maybe on your next visit, I'll skip my boyfriend and give you the
chance."

I had no plans for a return visit, but maybe I needed to reconsider. 
"Just don't go around committing grand theft auto.  A bad thing on your
resume."

Ruthie smiled and slipped out of the room.  The possibility of sex had
kept me hard but with no partner.  With my car keys, it was time to get
dressed and leave.

I had my jockeys on and one leg in my pants when the door swung open. 
The basic black dress, unique figure and bouncy brunette hair was
familiar.  Robyn.  I'd almost assaulted her when she came by to borrow
Annie's black dress.  I thought she was my sex partner for the night,
but I'd been wrong.  "Hey.  How was your date?"  Black high heels
accentuated her leg muscles. Had they looked that good last night?  I
had been so sexually agitated I probably didn't notice that part,
consumed by the curves of her breasts and buttocks.

She pushed her hair back but it ricocheted.  "He was a real schmuck."

Was her nose hooked like that last might?  Must have been. Not that it
looked bad.  Quite distinctive as noses go.  I had an urge to place my
lips on her nose and kiss it  Suck it, actually.  God where was my head?
 "Sorry to hear that."

"I didn't think you'd still be here.  I just want to return Annie's
dress."

She didn't know that I almost had Felice, and that my baseball girl was
too sore to play. "She'll appreciate that."

"Not after she sees this."  A white splotch on the front called up
thoughts of Monica and a certain President.  "I'll pay for the
cleaning."  She swiped her hand over the affected area.  She turned her
back and unzipped. "It took all of about a minute of touching him and he
spurted all over. Talk about premature. I hadn't even gotten undressed
and he was through for the night."

I would have given Robyn a better experience.  "So then what?"

"Evidently that took everything out of him.  After I tucked him in, I
hung out for the rest of the night with Niccole and drank.  What was she
dressed as - a firefighter?"

Ah yes, Red.  "Uh huh.  Have much of a hangover?"

"Not bad, just a buzz.  How are you doing?"  The dress hung precariously
from her shoulders, threatening to fall.

"I never had so many opportunities with so many attractive young women.
And by the way, I'm sorry about our misunderstanding. Annie told me my
present would be really special and when you walked in I was sure it was
you."

She blushed.  "You're just saying that."

"I mean it.  Every word."  I removed my leg from my pants.  My cock
pushed at my jockeys.

Robyn slid the shoulders off.  The dress hung up on her hips. Were they
that wide?  "I took your advice and went braless.  Not that Dumbass
noticed."

Her breasts I remembered perfectly. Teardrop with slight hang and
nipples pointing up.  His loss and my gain.

She shimmied. The dress puddled on the floor.  No panties either. 
"Commando?"

"I used my undies to wipe up his mess. God he spunked everywhere.  Not
just Annie's dress but his pants and shirt."  She turned away, suddenly
shy.

A perfect heart shaped ass grabbed my attention. She was too far for me
to grab it with my hand.  My underwear couldn't conceal my erection.  "A
woman like you deserves better."

"Thanks.  I'd better go."

She was naked and exciting.  She couldn't leave.  "No, wait a minute. 
Annie never told me the while story.  About me and my birthday and all
of those girls.  Don't I deserve to know?"

"Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you what I know."  She sat at
the foot of the bed turned sideways. She crossed her arms giving me a
limited view of her hidden breast profile and shapely thighs.  I sat
further back.  "Annie posted a notice for girls to participate in a
birthday surprise for her father.  When a bunch of us showed up, she
told us she wanted to get you really hot and bothered and then she'd
come in and fuck you."

"But that's not what happened."

"Right.  See, after her session, we all got together without her.  She'd
told us all about how you were great in bed and well endowed.  So we all
decided that we wouldn't stop at just teasing you.  If you went along,
we'd fuck you too.  Except, you had to be able to perform with Annie
afterwards.  So we all pitched in to a pool.  If anyone made you cum,
then they'd lose their share of the money."

"Oh!  That's why all of you stopped short."

"All of them.  I had plans with Dumbass to attend a formal.  But I was
curious about you, so I asked Annie to borrow her clothes."

"And?"

"That's why I showed up in bra and panties.  She recrossed her legs.  It
was my way of participating without, you know, participating."

"I was so shook up and aroused, I naturally assumed-"

"Yeah, and when you came on to me, I wanted to take my turn."  She
crawled over and held my erection, up, demanding attention.  "You know,
skip the party and-"

"So why don't you?  The party is over, but the party is just beginning."
 I slid my jockeys off.

"Oh God, Nicci wasn't lying.  It felt big though your pants, but-"  She
leaned over and took my dick in hand.  That left her breasts exposed,
her areolae puffy and her nipples sharp.

"Come closer so we can make this mutual."

She climbed up, her cunt lips ragged.

"Did Dumbass get you excited?"

"He pushed a couple of fingers in me without any foreplay.  I was damp -
from you - but not nearly enough."

"Let's make sure that mistake doesn't happen again."  I slid around and
guided her into sixty-nine position.  My mouth was on her pussy,
nibbling and licking.  She wasn't going down on me, but her hands were a
viable substitute.  When I split her labia with my tongue, she gasped
and took a hard suck at my dick.  In shock, I lurched.  She coughed and
took a deep breath.  "Sorry.  Physiological reaction."

"No sweat."

Not yet, anyway.  I caressed her hips and around to her ass cheeks.  I
noticed how slim her waist was, accentuating the size of her breasts and
hips.  This would be one glorious fuck, assuming she was willing to go
that far.

"I'm ready, Mr. Marcus.  Time to party!"  She did a one-eighty,
straddling me.  I kissed her lips.

"Is that what I taste like?" she asked.

"Yes, delicious."

She guided my cock into the folds of flesh between her thighs.  For good
measure, she pulled me in.  What, was she afraid I'd back out at the
last minute?  She relaxed against me, humping forward.  I pulsed deeper.
 She leaned back but humped again.  Her nipples aimed at the ceiling.  I
ran my hands up her thighs, hips, ribs and chest.  Her nipples responded
to touching.  She yipped when I pinched them, albeit gently.  "Now this
is fucking."

"And no restrictions."

"Not on my side."

She bucked, undulating her hips.  This was a civilized fuck.

She leaned forward and whispered, "Make me cum."

Like I was mowing a lawn?  I pulled her hips down every time she came
forward.  In our position, I wasn't going any deeper.  "Let's switch." 
I wasn't specific.

Reluctantly, she slid onto her haunches.  My cock was a flagpole, and
she was ready to salute.

"On all fours," I said.

She whipped around, legs spread.  I urged her higher up on the bed, to
leave room for me.  It was easy to reconnect.  In this position, I had
access to her tits and nipples, all of her.  Her waist felt slight in my
palms.  She pushed back, an active participant.  All we had to do was
establish a rhythm and we'd be successful.  With her enthusiasm, I let
her lead.

She grunted and puffed, taking my entire length.  "You're not going to
cum prematurely, are you?"

"I already did.  I'm working on my second."

She froze in mid-hump.

"Just kidding," I said, ramming into her.

"Don't tease, not after what Dumbass did."

"You mean Mr. Quickly?"

She laughed.  "How did you know?  His last name is Quigley!"  She arched
and I thrust.  She relaxed and I retreated.  Sex with Robyn was fun,
more fun than I'd had in a long time.

"So, are you going to cum already?" she asked.

"I wanted to make sure I didn't leave you behind-"

She panted, tightened and shrieked.  After she resumed breathing,
another tightening, and a wail.

"Shhh, you'll wake the floor and everyone will want an orgasm."

Robyn laughed even louder.  "Come on, you don't have to hold back.  I
had mine.  Its your turn."

I changed my pace and style.  Rapid-fire short thrusts at her cunt
entrance, which gripped the head of my cock.  Randomly, a full
penetration.

Without warning, she disengaged and pulled my prick to her mouth.  She
slapped it against her cheeks.  "Give me," she pleaded.  Her lips
surrounded the head, her tongue lashing the tip.  My balls tingled.  I
had only one shot, and the vacuum of her mouth sucked it all in.  The
weak dribbles that followed painted her lips.  She swiped the errant
strands from her chin, swallowed with fanfare and smiled.  "Yummy!"

Annie stuck her head around the edge of the doorframe.  "Robyn, you're
back?  How 'ya doing, Dad?"

I sighed deeply.  "I'm exhausted."

"And I'm done."  Robyn stood up, naked and satisfied.  "You'd better let
me know the next time you visit Annie.  You're terrific!"

"You bet he is!"  Annie stayed in the doorway, checking me out.  Did she
want a turn after all?

I was pretty well exhausted.  "You threw me a birthday I'll never
forget."

Annie came over and gave me a kiss.  "Are you awake enough to drive
home?  You look like you're ready to pass out."

"I'll be fine."

"Okay, well, thanks for coming."  She smiled at the obvious and bad
joke.  "I gotta go document the Match event results or I won't get my
grades."

I slapped her ass as she turned to leave.  Alone, I packed my bag and
headed out to my car, which Ruth had parked not far from its original
location.  I popped the trunk and threw my bag inside.  My head was
still spinning at all of the sexual encounters Annie had generated, plus
the additional ones I'd engineered for myself.  I swung open the
driver's door when I heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. Marcus!"

Anita jogged towards me, her tits bouncing wildly, her blouse torn. 
"You're still here!"

"Yep. I couldn't leave because Ruthie-"

"Stole your car.  I saw her park it when she got back to campus.  You
really drove her crazy, you know.  Teasing her like you did.  Like you
did with all of us."

"That wasn't my doing.  Annie insisted on picking the mystery sex
partner.  I would have been pleased to have finished with any of you."

Anita looked up, her chin low.  "Even me?"

"Especially you."  That was a lie, but Anita needed someone to bolster
her confidence.  From my memory, Anita's cunt was really fine.  Guys on
campus needed to learn that, first hand, despite her size.

"I've been horny ever since we did stuff.  Claudia gave me a dildo, to
try and satisfy me.  She even offered oral sex, but I said no."

Anita had let me eat her out, once through her leotard and once bare. 
Was she scared of getting intimate with a woman?  Inga had made the same
comment when Claudia went down on her.  "So you're kind of on edge. 
Sexually, that is?"

"That's an understatement."

"Didn't you participate in the match game?"

"Yeah.  My number matched some jock on the football team, who ripped the
number off my blouse and then ran off to find his girlfriend."

I didn't ask what happened to the guy who matched the jock's girlfriend.
 Anita wouldn't know that part of the story.  I pictured the jock
interrupting his girlfriend and her match partner, and beating the guy
bloody.  Probably not true, but it made interesting flash fiction.

"See?"  Her blouse was ripped on one side, her flesh-colored bra holding
one of Anita's potent tits.

"That must have been a terrible experience."  I put my arm around her
and kissed her.  "I think you're beautiful."  That was a bit of a
stretch, given her heft, but she deserved the compliment if only to give
her self-confidence.

"Are you leaving right now?  'Cause, well, since the other girls are
occupied, I thought you might have time for me.  For my audition?"  She
smiled.  We shared the lie of a fictitious play.  "You could come back
to my room."

What the hell?  Maybe Claudia would walk in and we could have a
threesome.

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###  An Original H M Tale  ###

I'm always interested in reader feedback.  This chapter ends Mr.
Marcus's visit to campus for his birthday. Send me an email at
harveymarcus9@comcast.net and give me feedback. Copyright (c) 2011,
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