"I wonder what it would feel like to get fucked." The thought flooded young Karen Baker's mind so quickly, seemingly like a streak of lightning out of the blue, that it completely caught her off guard and it was at least a full thirty seconds before she came to her senses and fought to rid her brain of the prospect.
But they were thirty hot seconds--seconds filled with lustful, passionate, sexually starving mental images that made the young girl's twat cringe and convulse in tasty, eager anticipation.
Thirty hot seconds during which Karen allowed her innocent mind the freedom of running through fields of hedonistic delight, chased by a handsome young boy with a bulging crotch, a turgid straining hot rod of a cock, and heavy come-laden balls that ached to spurt their creamy load deep inside her fresh but arid garden.
But the boy, the cock and his balls weren't real. They were phantoms that had been conjured up by her anxious mind to appease the appetite that periodically reared its sexy head inside the girl.
And at the end of the thirty seconds, and as her snatch began to rumble and twitch and carry on like a pitching ship in severe need of ballast, her mind regained its stability and she cried out in an effort to purge herself of the wildly erotic demon that had filled her then, and had filled her so many times previously.
I must avoid these thoughts, Karen told herself with admonition. They just aren't suitable for a girl about to go away to college.
College!
The word had a magic ring for young Karen, who had spent so many hours in her high school classes daydreaming about how it would be when she entered the University. She would be a college student. A coed. And even though she would only be a freshman she still thought the label was a badge of honor. Almost like a status symbol.
Of course she knew that some people's stomach turned over when they heard the words college student. But that was because they thought only of the rabble-rousing, war mongering troublemakers that had infested the campuses of our nation's most honorable institutions of higher learning. They were young people who called themselves students, but in reality they were throwing away for all time the vast treasure house of experiences, both physical and emotional, that the college environment was capable of providing them.
Karen remembered reading in one of those catalogs in her high school counselor's office that college was in many ways a laboratory in human relations. And in many ways the college experience provided a wealth of learning that was above and beyond anything offered in the classrooms or in the textbooks.
The very act of throwing thousands of young people together, most like Karen just out of high school and with sheltered backgrounds behind them, and putting them in an atmosphere like the University Where Karen would be attending was in itself of the first magnitude.
In the first place there was the University itself to consider. Like most big schools, and Karen longed to attend a big school, the University was just like a city with a population of twenty-five thousand or so. It was virtually self-sufficient, with an endless array of entertainments, clubs, meetings and the like.
And on top of the heterogeneous collection of young people, there were the older ones, the graduate students who came from all parts of the world. It was the mixing of all these elements, in a vast academic stew, that was the college experience. Not the classrooms, and not the taking of exams.
Although as Karen thought she knew but really had yet to learn, it was of great importance to attend the classes and take the exams with passing grades. Otherwise the time could come when suspension or dismissal meant the end of the great dream, and the doors of the wonderful country club closed and locked.
But the ominous times like that were presently beyond Karen's understanding. As she had daydreamed in the hot afternoons, half listening to Mr. Pentz or Mrs. McLaughlin as they went on and on about this high school subject or that, she thought of the excitement that was to come.
She had seen several copies of the campus newspaper, and besides reading the stories about what was going on at the University, Karen was also greatly interested in the advertisements... the stores that surrounded and served the campus.
It was this vicarious experiencing of what was to become her new world that so intrigued and excited Karen. What was going on now, that was of no consequence. The big time... the real beginning,... the start of it all... lay just down the road apiece.
And now, Sunday morning and the day of departure, Karen let her mind flit back over the many months that had passed... months of planning and wonderment... and even the summer when Karen tried to pack all kinds of pleasures into a few months.
They were gentle pleasures, like taking a trip to a nearby city to do some shopping. Or seeing some big movies. Or doing things with her parents... a rarity for her. It was as if she felt supremely honored to have been accepted by the school, and this honor in some way conveyed the notion that she was one of the special people... the chosen kind... she was going to be a college student!
"Now Karen," her father had said time and time again, "It's not going to be any picnic over there."
"I know. Daddy."
"You're going to have to work hard, and study hard, and be a good student in class."
"I know, Mama."
"And you won't have any time to be running around with boys, and doing things that could get you into trouble. You will have to be careful and pick your company well."
"I know, Daddy."
"Running around with boys, that will only lead to bad things. Why, just the other day I was reading in the magazine that a girl had to leave school because she was... expecting."
"Mama! Daddy!"
Karen could get exasperated with her parents at times. They meant well, of course. It was just that Karen sometimes wished she had more patience with them. Or else that they weren't so much like well-meaning parents.
"When have you ever known me to run around with boys," she said, more than a little defensively. "Why I have lived about as calm a life as anyone my age could possibly lead. An old stick in the mud! That's what I've been!"
"Karen! How can you say that! You've gone to dances at the high school and . .
"Yes! I've gone to the dances and helped out behind the counter selling refreshments!"
And it was true. Karen's parents had hot properly equated the daughter they actually had with the kind of daughters they read about. Mrs. Baker read stories about teenage pregnancies and worried all night long about her daughter. Mr. Baker had held off and held off long past the legal age when Karen could have gotten a driver's license. He'd heard about wild teenage rides, a hundred miles an hour, with beer cans getting tossed out of the car.
Somehow to them, having a teenage daughter automatically meant having the most notorious of the teenage daughter problems lingering around the corner. Anyone else, on the other hand, would have seen that Karen Baker, while she might have run as deep as other still waters, just didn't fit the wild adolescent mold.
And now, with only a couple of hours more to spend at home before starting her new life, Karen couldn't help but feel that she was on the brink of something. And it frightened her.
College!
There were going to be people around her who had had much more experiences than her. They were going to be people who had gone to the high school dances but not to help out selling the refreshments! They were going to be people who had sucked cocks and gotten fucked and...
Damn!
Karen cursed herself as those bad thoughts filled her mind again like a warm, soft pillow. She was not going to give in to them, no matter how intriguing some of them were. Like wondering what it felt like to get fucked. Sure she wondered about that. She could wonder about what it would feel like to put her head inside a furnace too!
"Karen? Are you getting a move on?"
It was her father who called up to her. He was going to be making a long drive... only thirty-five miles, actually, but for him something of a long drive.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm packing."
"Well, don't take much longer about it. Your mother's almost got dinner ready."
"Okay Daddy."
Karen smiled to herself. She should try to temper her excitement, she knew. After all, here she was having one of her mother's usual Sunday dinners.
Except for one thing.
This would be one of the last Sunday dinners with the family for a good while. Not until some weekend when she decided to come home. The rest of the time her meals would be taken in the dining hall. The dining hall. That sounded very interesting to Karen, who had not come from a background well familiar with dining out. And while the dining hall wouldn't quite be a restaurant, it did have something of that flavor.
And then there was that question of coming home. Somehow, even though she didn't yet have all the whys and wherefores at her fingertips.
Karen didn't think she'd be coming home too often. There wasn't that much at home, considering the age of her parents and so forth. And if college was one half of the excitement that she anticipated, then she was quite sure she wouldn't be coming home much.
Time would tell.
CHAPTER TWO
Yes, time would tell. It was as Karen thought. She was on the brink of something big. And while she could feel it to a certain degree, it would prove to be far bigger in experience than anything she could have imagined. And more importantly, it would prove to be far more important as far as influence was concerned, than almost anything else could be on her future life.
But she wasn't fully aware of this as she trotted downstairs and skipped into the kitchen where the odors of her mother's good home cooking filled the air.
"Mama," Karen called out to her mother as she rounded the kitchen table and headed toward where her mother was working near the range. "I want you to see the checkbook."
Karen, at eighteen, had just opened her first checking account. And somehow, holding that checkbook in her hand and looking at her name printed so neatly and so professionally on the checks gave her a sense of importance and of independence that she had never know before.
Not that she had much money in the account. She didn't. There was barely more than the first semester's tuition expenses. But still it was something that added to the feeling of stature and commonality that the girl needed so desperately to develop within herself.
Self-assurance. That was the keyword they always talked about. Know yourself. To thine own self be true.
Those words stuck in Karen's craw, because she didn't understand them. She didn't know her own self, and she didn't know how to be true to her own self. And she was so afraid... so afraid that the other students would not only know, but have already known for a long time.
What would her roommate think of her? Karen didn't wonder so much about what she'd think of her roommate. Instead her lack of complete assurance translated the question into wonderment as to how she would appear to the roommate.
"Mama, look. I've already written the first check."
Her mother looked at the checkbook, and then at the register above it. The check was in the amount of three dollars, and represents a dorm activity fee that was charged to all students at the beginning to the year. Like so many of the fees the money was intended to defray the costs of the endless activities offered to the students who lived in the dorms. There were other students who lived close enough to commute to school. Day dodgers they were called, as Karen remembered from those copies of the campus newspaper she'd seen.
"Just be careful that you don't spend all your money, Karen," her mother cautioned.
"Oh Mama, I wish you wouldn't worry so."
Karen turned then, about to hurry on to something else. But she was suddenly aware of the emotion that had swept over her mother as she stood cooking her daughter's farewell dinner. And Karen longed then to be more affectionate with her mother... with her father also, for that matter... but somehow the years and the separation of ages... and maybe even other factors... had made Karen less warm, less affectionate than she might have been.
She was the child around which circumstances steered away from hearth fire and toward the chill of evening. She was, in all things, what-could be instead of what was. She was still unfinished. The question was whether such a late blooming flower would yet have the benefit of enough summer sun to flourish and catch up to the early bloomers.
Then her mother turned back to the dinner and Karen went about her business to finish packing. But soon dinner was ready, and the three .of them sat down to steaming bowls and platters, most of which Karen couldn't even eat because of her excitement.
As she got up from the table, leaving her mother and father to finish, her mother said: "You'd think you were in a hurry to get away from here."
Well, it was true. A promised land lay ahead. An unchartered wilderness for Karen, and like all pioneers she had the nervous dread of nothing fitting in to the new scene. But she was so anxious to make a stab at it.
"Well, you know I'm supposed to be over there by a certain time. For dorm check in and all that stuff."
Her mother didn't answer then as Karen scurried from the room and back upstairs. There was so much yet to do, and bag by bag she carried her belongings downstairs. Her father attempted to help her with the carrying, but things were accumulating so rapidly in the kitchen where they waited to be carried to the car that finally her father decided to begin loading up the car.
"Karen, you'd think you were going to a country club instead of college!"
The girl laughed at her father's remark as he lugged every last bit into the car, which had quickly taken on the look of a gypsy caravan. Then there were the inevitable four or five last checks around to see if anything was forgotten. Her mother brought out a bag of food that she had prepared, since they had found out in advance that the dining hall would be closed until the next day.
And then, when it was finally decided that they had everything, her father locked the house, got in the car, and they were off down the road and heading for the freeway.
Karen watched all the familiar sights flash by, and sitting in the back seat of the family car she suddenly found herself feeling very important. She was like a celebrity, or a member of royalty, going through the neighborhood where they recognized her with awe.
But of course she wasn't a celebrity, or a member of a royal family. She was only a college student, and this was her claim to current fame. College was the big time in her family, and she secretly felt herself deserving of special treatment and consideration.
Maybe it was because she so desperately wanted to make up for this lack in herself... a lack that sometimes set her pussy tingling, and her clit throbbing, and her breasts pounding up a storm.
Fuck fuck, fuck she thought to herself, as the droning sound of the rubber tires moving smoothly over the asphalt caused her to be mindful of the rhythm of the words.
Get fucked, get fucked, get fucked, it was like the sound of a train as it traveled on the iron smoothness of the tracks. Clickety clack clickety clack there's no turning back there's no turning back...
But Karen didn't want to turn back. She just wished that maybe she had had a bit more preparation for what she was headed in to. After all, college was going to be college, and not a monastery. There would be those boys in their tight flared pants, and their crotches bulging. And there would be the girls in the dorm, and the inevitable bull sessions where all was revealed and known about each other.
The girls would be talking about their previous dates, of course. They would be talking about the boys back home, and the ones who had screwed them and made them suck their cocks, and she had nothing...
Unless of course she let her mind conjure one up...
CHAPTER THREE
The car moved onto the freeway, and the passengers fell silent. Each was enmeshed in his and her own private thoughts. Mr. and Mrs. Baker were each thinking about their daughter, and how fast she'd grown up, and how she was going off to college.
Their thoughts were sentimental, but innocent. They were in no way like the thoughts going through Karen's mind. She had relaxed, letting her head rest in the upholstery, and her mind was soaring off and thinking about a boy she might have left behind.
A boy, and things she might have done with that boy...
His name was Joe.
Just plain Joe, and yet to Karen he was such a doll, with a prick that could turn her to jelly as it turned her snatch inside out with thrilling pleasure. He was built like a horse, but more importantly he knew what to do with what he had. Every hot licking inch of it!
Her parents were out, in this fantasy that Karen had conjured up, and the time had come for Joe to do all his wonderful things to her. He took her hand, lovingly, and together they walked up to her room. It was late afternoon, and the sun streamed through the shuttered windows, making erotic slat patterns across the bed.
Joe didn't waste any time in doing what had to be done. He took Karen in his strong, well muscled arms as soon as she closed the door behind them. And at his first touch Karen Baker melted. God, how she loved sex with Joe. There was something about him, she thought... something that included his looks and his smell, and everything else that went with him.
And Karen thought for a brief second that that might be what love is all about. Loving everything about the person... including his thick cream as he spurted the hot stuff inside her.
Then Joe pulled her close to him and started to nuzzle her neck, moaning softly in her ear.
"Karen, baby... oh, baby. You're so warm and you smell so... hmmmmmmm!"
"Go fast with me, Joe honey. That way we'll get more fucking done. And besides that, it gives me every hot inch you've got!"
They giggled at that, and then Joe started pushing his hips against the girl's, undulating back and forth, and she could feel his great cock, his beautiful stick of beef pushing against her pouted cunt. They weren't naked yet, but just some thin threads of material were separating their throbbing genitals.
Just the thin dress she was wearing, and just the tight pants he was wearing was keeping his aching hot cock from sliding right up her well-greased channel. If it wasn't for that, his dick could be slipping in slowly and gracefully like a torpedo sliding, into its nest.
And then Joe loosened his embrace of her and started to make movements with his hands behind him. Karen knew, from past experience with the fantasy, that he was starting to get down to business and take off her blouse.
And in a minute her ripe, full breasts would be popping up, free of the restraint of her bra, and he would be sucking at them like a hungry calf chewing at the cud.
Once her bra and blouse were off Joe lost no time in taking each of her breasts in his mouth, one at a time, and running his tongue around and around the nipple.
God, how she loved that. Already the good cunt juice was starting to boil over between her thick cunt lips, and she found herself having to press her legs together in order to keep from dissolving out of sheer delight!
And then, with the vigorous force of a boy who loved what he was doing, he sucked and nibbled at her breasts until the nipples were sticking out and standing up as straight and as tall as a miniature prick.
His hands flicked this way and that, not resting for a moment even though his mouth was full. His hands worked at the lower part of her dress and deftly got the skirt out of the way so that he could get down to the business section.
Swiftly his hands moved, and finally the skirt drifted down around her legs like a billowy cloud. And as soon as Karen felt this she also felt the tiny tremors from fingers that were tugging and pulling at her panties.
And then a flash of delight went through Karen's young body as she realized that she was alone in the house and naked in her bedroom, and being made wild love to by this beautiful boy!
While she was thinking these thoughts she saw Joe begin to skin out of his clothes. She always liked to watch Joe undress because it seemed to her that he was doing a little strip show for her.
She understood then why guys like to go to burlesque houses and topless bars and places like that. And she figured that if the guys got as excited watching the girls as she did watching Joe, then there would be male love cream all over the floor!
Joe went about it very steady and very slow, at just the right pace. It was almost as if he knew how much he had to offer a girl, and he wanted her to be all juiced up and ready for him before he even plunged it into her!
Karen kept her eyes on him the whole time that his brown bronzed, sun-ripened luscious body exposed itself to her hungry eyes.
She already knew every inch of his flesh intimately, from the widest expanse of his shoulders to the deepest cleft between his thighs and even between his ass cheeks. She had looked and licked all of it many times before, and it was like returning to familiar ground.
And then he started to walk toward her. His great cock was swaying back and forth like a pendulum, and with each sideward motion it got thicker and harder until finally it was pointing straight out and headed for her cunt.
She was ready, willing and able to take him on and give his prong a nice, wet home. And her clit began to throb all the more as she anticipated all the good that it would do for her... and her for him.
He took her in his arms then, and she felt herself melting, dissolving, until there was little left of her other than her snatch and her little man in the boat and her titties. Then he began steering her toward the bed, knowing full well that he was just minutes away from spearing her shish kebob on his skewer!
Without even bothering to pull back the bedspread the two young, beautiful people fell back on the bed, their bodies coming together like cheese melting on a hamburger. They moved this way and that, and within mere seconds each inch of Joe's flesh had at one time or another hotly covered each inch of Karen's flesh.
The flesh is weak, Karen had read, but it felt oh, so good!
And then Karen opened her legs wider and Joe wiggled and squirmed until finally he got the thick, engorged, big apple head of his dork right up between Karen's tasty, tempting cunt lips.
She felt the pushing and the probing, and she began to undulate her hips, trying to push herself up along the length of his great prong. But for all of her eagerness, Joe held back just until the right moment, and then he reared back and put all of his muscle behind an incredible forward thrust that just sent his bone ripping up between those cunt lips and deep inside the salty nest that Karen had waiting for him.
Inch by inch the hot rod sank into her, and Karen arched her back and rolled her head from side to side until finally she let out this great sigh of frenzied relief.
"Oh," she moaned, "screw me baby. Dip your wick in my twat and screw me right through the bed and against the floor!"
Joe responded as Karen wanted, but still she wanted more. She wanted hot, vigorous fucking, and she told him in no uncertain terms.
"Bang your balls against me, baby. If I don't feel those tender nuggets slapping against my ass then you've got to get more steam in your balls!"
"Okay honey," Joe answered with a hot pant, "hold on and we'll tripout!"
And then he really got down to business. He started ramming and jamming like a locomotive trying to get to the station on time. He pushed it in like a frenzied piston and kept it running back and forth like a trip hammer.
Sheer speed was his ball of wax, and with each lightning-like stroke he made sure that he grazed the top of her clit. And this action helped to send Karen higher and higher along the great line that went to orgasmic heaven.
Joe didn't need any encouragement when it came to his fucking. He knew what Karen needed. He was like the magical lover who always knew exactly how fast to thrust, and exactly where to touch here and there and then back to here again. He was perfect in all respects, and Karen was going steadily out of her gourd.
"Oh baby... baby, "she moaned, and she began to run her fingers up and down his back. And when she did this Joe responded by groaning low and deep in his throat.
Up and down he pounded, his heavy bag of balls flapping against the girl's ass time and time again. She wondered for a second if such violent slapping was hurting him, considering how tender a guy's nuts were.
But Joe wasn't complaining. He was fucking away like a ship pitching and tossing in a storm. Every now and then he would twist his hips around and around in a corkscrew motion. It was just like his prick was a corkscrew and he was twisting and turning it in order to get it deep into Karen's cork cunt.
"Oooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Karen moaned as she felt the hot hard flesh of Joe's dick press against part of her cunt walls that didn't get stroked during the usual in and out thrusting.
"Oh baby," Joe breathed hotly, "you feel so good. Your snatch is oh, so . .
"Don't talk about it honey," Karen answered. "Just do it!"
And Joe did!
Hump, hump, hump!
"Baby," he said after a few minutes more of delicious coitus, "I think I'm gonna come!"
It was said quietly, and with passion, but all the same it signalled something explosive to Karen. She knew that the warning came within seconds of the hot deluge that would spurt out of Joe's beefy prong and out against the back walls of her snatch.
It was a spurt that would go on for several minutes, and she would be able to feel each pulsating jet. And then, if everything worked out just right, her own climax would start its great cascading trip down the mount of ecstasy and the fires would rage inside her until finally she erupted with the force of a Hawaiian volcano.
"Hurry Joe," she moaned up at him, their faces only an inch or so apart. And with each powerful shove of Joe's hips their faces came perilously close to colliding into each other!
"Oh. Karen baby, your cunt. .
"Yes," she breathed quickly. "Yes?"
"It's... it's . .
"Tell me Joe, quick before you explode!"
"Oh Karen. It's just sooooo wonderful!"
"Baby. Baby."
And then Joe really went into high gear and started to plow the shit out of Karen's cunt, assuming it's possible to do something like that. And she was loving every fucking minute of it. And every time that Joe pushed down into her she could feel those heavy balls of his slapping against her ass.
Slap, slap, slap!
By then the waves were getting the best of her and she started to rock out of hand. She raked her nails up and down Joe's back--harder than ever before--and even though she knew that she was drawing blood she just couldn't help herself. Joe was moaning and groaning and just scaring up a fucking storm, but it wasn't from the digging, stabbing force that was going on behind his back.
He was getting ready for his big blast off, and Karen was ready to match it spurt for spurt!
"Uh, uh, uh... uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
That was Karen.
"Umpft. Uuuuum. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
That was Joe.
They had hit the peak together, both their bodies roaring with the raging waves of ecstasy. Just as the spasms of sexual fulfillment hit Karen's cunt and made it tighten around Joe's cock like a vise she could feel the hot jets of his cream as it shot into her. Again and again the thick stream shot out, and each time it shot Joe's prick enlarged just a bit and this extra throbbing and pulsating was felt by Karen's tender twat and those feelings reverberated and grew and spread up throughout her entire body until they bounced against the back of her brain like the reverberating force of a tympani roll.
They both moaned at the same time, their bodies rolling together and their sweat co-mingling. He lost control completely and let his body flatten down on hers, thereby pushing his dork even deeper into her steaming, cream-filled cunt.
They laid together then, with their sweated bodies pressed tight against each other, they could feel each other's hearts beat furiously, just as if they'd each just ran the hundred yard dash! "Oh Joe, that was so nice."
"Karen. I loved every minute of it. You've got a cunt that any guy would be pleased to fuck. Do you know that?"
"Nobody's told me that before, Joe. It's nice to hear."
"Well, you can believe it's true. baby. You've got a proper, fuckable cunt, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise!"
"Okay honey," she answered him, and her heart was filled with happiness as she heard these words that any normal girl would have been honored to hear. Her breasts were filled with gratification, and her heart was filled with happiness. and her cunt was still filled with Joe's male essence.
They remained pressed tightly together. Joe's head was on her shoulder and she could feel his hair--wet with the sweat of their sex excitement--pressed against the side of her face. What a workout they had had. And it wasn't over yet!
Karen knew that she would be leaving Joe and his memory behind for a long, long time. A new life was waiting for her, and Joe wasn't a part of that world. So while she had him... while he was there in her mind... she intended to make the most of him.
They waited a few minutes more, allowing their bodies to come down to a natural high, and for each other to get used to the earthquaking climax they had each given to the other. Then Joe rolled away from Karen and lay beside her.
Karen took one look at his resting dick and found herself shuddering with anticipation. Tasty anticipation.
She wanted to suck his cock for him. She wanted the feel of all that hard meat inside her mouth, and she wanted the feel of the throbbing as that hot pistol shot off every last drop of its cream.
Good to the last drop.
Karen thought Joe had a nice dick. It wasn't the kind that was too thick or too long. That kind, she knew, was too uncomfortable when it came to trying to take it all down to the pubic hair.
And there was another thing Karen liked about Joe's dork. It was circumcised, which she felt she had a definite preference toward. Of course she also knew that it was all a matter of taste, as the expression goes.
So she didn't waste any time getting down to the business end of the stick. And that made Joe very happy, because if there was anything he liked better than fucking it was getting his dork sucked off by something as pretty as Karen Baker.
"Suck me, baby," he moaned, and a shit-eating grin filled his face.
"You don't have to ask me twice, come balls," she answered, and she pushed his thighs apart and started to work on his crotch.
First she started licking all around the tops of his legs... on each side at the crevice where the thigh joins the lower body. She licked all around on both sides, and then she let her face run back and forth through his bush, inhaling deeply the rich masculine musk scent that she liked so much.
Then she started teasing him a little by biting just at the tip of his engorged dick head, and then she tried to run her tongue right into the little crack.
She pushed and probed and she could actually feel her tongue press into the tiny opening from which all that luscious cream would spurt. And Joe was moaning with a special brand of contentment. Happiness, contentment and complete gratification.
Yes, Karen was quite a proficient sucker.
Then she started to rub his lemon-sized balls. She rubbed them around and around each other, gently so as not to hurt him, but still vigorously enough to get him worked up.
She got him worked up to the point where a little drop of come formed at the tip of his cock head. It was the lubrication for all that would follow, of course, but they both liked to think of it as a little advance pearl of come cream.
Karen's juices were getting worked up again to the boiling point. Without even feeling herself with her hand she knew that her snatch was getting all steamed up for another orgasm... an orgasm that would rip through her body with the shuddering force of a hurricane.
Slowly she took the head of his dick in her mouth. And as soon as she did this she went at once to the root of the matter and began to lick and tongue along the tender, sensitive length of his shaft.
Back up to the tip again, and she began to gently nibble on the tip of it. This caused Joe to buck and twitch as he laid back and enjoyed it all. He put his hands on her head and began to rub his fingers around and around her hair line, and this sent little shivers up and down her spine.
At this point she started to take it all in her mouth, going all the way down on it as she let her tongue rub around and around like a frantic butterfly.
And since Joe's was a nice comfortable sized dick there was no difficulty for her to take it all into her mouth and let her chin graze against his cock hair.
Had his dork been larger, like some of those fat dicks that she'd seen in the physical culture magazines, then she wouldn't have been able to go all the way down on it. But Joe's was just fine for that purpose, and Karen took advantage of it.
She rubbed her nose in his hair at the base of his dork while at the same time she had the full length of his dork in her mouth. And this made her so excited that she almost creamed right then and there!
And then this set off the trigger inside Karen and she began to suck in earnest. Up and down she started to go and she increased the tempo of her sucking until finally she was sending Joe into throes of wild, crazy ecstasy.
How he liked to be blown!
But then Karen figured that all guys did. It did something for them inside, she supposed, just like it did something for her when he went down on her clit and sucked and nibbled until she screamed with delight.
And then Joe began to tense up, and a moment later he heaved his crotch up even tighter into her face and his dick gave a mighty, soaring throb, sending bolt after bolt of salty, boiling male juice into her mouth.
Jet after jet spurted into her receptive mouth until finally everything was drained out of his tubes and he was as empty as a goose.
Karen swallowed it all, and even tugged and stroked on his dick to make sure that she squeezed down hard enough to get his last drops. These she flicked away with her tongue, letting the millions of taste buds in her mouth savor the salt roast pork taste of the come.
"Do you like it?"
Karen heard the words coming from a great distance, and somehow she resented having the wonderful experience that she was going through interrupted by a question.
"Karen! Are you asleep?"
And then Karen opened her eyes and jumped up with a start. It was her mother who was talking to her. She had been daydreaming all this time, thinking about an imaginary lover who had just fucked her, and whom she had just sucked off and swallowed his come.
And then a wave of shame and disgust filled the young girl, and she closed her eyes in order to blot away the vivid pictorial memory of the nude Joe in her bedroom. But the more she closed her eyes and tried to blot the memory out the more it stayed on.
"Karen, are you sick or what?"
Her mother again, and Karen knew that she would have to answer her sooner or later. Her mother couldn't possibly have any id"a of what had been going on in the girl's mind. If she had she would have been shocked and disgusted, of course, but not half as much as Karen was right at moment.
Karen reached over and rolled down the car window a little, breathing deeply of the rushing air from the expressway. Several more breaths and then she was ready to answer her mother.
"No mama. I'm not sick. I'm fine."
But was she?
"Well," her mother said, "all I wanted to know was whether or not you liked the view."
CHAPTER FOUR
"I hope you have a nice roommate," Karen's mother told her. "You hear so much about wildness now. Of course, you weren't brought up like that."
"Of course not," said Karen. She looked out of the window then and watched the scenery. At last she was on her way! Karen couldn't wait to reach the campus.
"But if you do get a girl who isn't, well, quite nice," her mother continued, "I'm sure that you will be able to change."
"Sure, Ma," said Karen. She thought to herself, I haven't met a girl who's quite nice since I was ten. Oh well.
"And you will write us every week, won't you?" asked her father.
"Sure Daddy. Every single week."
"And remember, Karen, college is not a social club. You are going there to learn, not to have a good time. Your mother and I expect good grades from you."
"I'll try hard, Daddy."
"Of course, as long as you are there you might as well look around for a nice, educated boy," her mother told her. "A young doctor, perhaps. A boy who will love and respect you."
"Yes, Mama."
"But don't neglect your studies," her father told her.
"No, Daddy."
"And stay out of all this rioting, for heaven's sake."
"Yes, Mama."
"That's right. I hope you won't meet any of those long haired radicals," her father told her.
"I'll try not to."
"Remember to take your vitamins," her mother told her.
"Yes, Mama," said Karen. I wish they would shut up, she thought rebelliously. Do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that. You would think I was five years old and not quite right in the head. Good grief!
The rest of the trip went quickly. Karen half listened to further instructions from her parents, and wondered just what they thought she was going to do.
You would think that the first thing I planned on doing as soon as I got there was get laid, Karen thought. Hell, if I'd wanted that I would certainly have had plenty of chances before now. But I know that it's not the right thing to do, so I'm not going to. I wish they would trust me more.
"Of course, we do trust you, darling," her mother told her, as though she could read the girl's mind. "If we didn't, we wouldn't be letting you go so far away from us."
"But naturally we are worried," her father said, creasing his brow. "You hear so much about college kids fuc--uh, messing up their lives. We just don't want anything to happen to you."
"Nothing will," Karen told them. "I'm sure that when I see you again I'll still be the same. I'm not interested in the dumb things you read about."
"That's our girl," said her father. The two parents smiled smugly at each other, congratulating themselves on doing such a fine job with their daughter.
"So don't worry about me," Karen told them. "We'll try not to," said her mother.
Just then Mr. Baker turned off the freeway. As she got closer to the campus, Karen's excitement rose. She was looking forward to all the experiences that were waiting for her.
Suddenly the girl could see the campus ahead of her. It stretched out, a fuzzy mass of forms in the distance. As they grew closer, Karen could pick out individual buildings. The campus was fairly new, and most of the architecture was very modern. The classrooms and dorms were streamlined buildings of concrete and glass that shone in the sunlight.
"My gosh," the girl said, "how will I ever find my way around?"
"Don't worry. In a week's time you'll know where every building is," her father told her.
They entered the campus then. The narrow road wound around the buildings. It was surrounded by grass and trees, and reminded Karen just a little of a park.
Mr. Baker pulled the car over for a minute to check the map. A group of boys walked by and looked in at them briefly. When they saw Karen they grinned and gave a low whistle. Karen turned her face away to show her displeasure. But as soon as they left she turned to watch their retreating bodies. They were all wearing tight jeans that showed off their ass cheeks. Karen found herself wondering what they looked like from the front. I'll bet their cocks show too, she thought. But then, realizing what she had said, she quickly turned her mind to something else.
"Fresh punks," her father said. "You watch out for them, you hear?"
"Yes, Daddy." Mr. Baker put the map away and pulled the car out into traffic once more.
"Well, here it is. Anthony Hall," her father said as he pulled the car right in front of the dorm. "Where did it get a name like that?"
"I think from Susan B. Anthony," Karen told him.
"Oh, one of those suffragette types. I hope you don't get involved in that silly women's lib," her mother told her.
"No, Mama. I'm not very interested in that." Who would be? the girl thought. Women going around trying to be like men. Sleeping with all the men they could find, too, I'll bet. I'd rather not be equal if that's what it means.
"Let's not spend all day looking at it," her father said impatiently. "Get out of the car."
"The three of them each took a couple of suitcases and walked into the lobby. It was very modern too, just like the outside of the building. There was a large desk in the middle. A young girl, about Karen's age, was busy signing in. The woman who was helping her smiled at the Bakers and motioned them to sit down.
There were three modern couches in the large lobby and seven or eight chairs. They sat down on one of the couches and waited. Girls walked in and out in groups, chattering and laughing. Karen felt a little nervous then. Would they like her? Would she like them?
"Okay, why don't you all come over here now?" said the woman. Karen and her parents walked over to the desk. "I'm Mrs. Bridges, the house mother," she said with a smile. Karen liked the short, gray haired woman at once.
Her parents introduced themselves and Karen. Mrs. Bridges quickly found Karen's name and assigned the girl a room number. "D 301. It's on the third floor. You take the elevator up and then turn right."
"Thank you," said Mr. Baker. "Is it okay if I go up and help out?"
"Certainly. Normally we don't allow men up there, but fathers on the first day are allowed. Let me just warn the girls." Then she turned to the intercom on the desk and flipped it on. 'Three--D, man on the floor." Then she switched the intercom off and told the Bakers to go up.
They found the room quickly and Karen proudly opened it with her key. It wasn't a large room, and the furniture filled it completely. There were two beds, two desks, and two dressers. The closet was large but the wardrobes of two girls would certainly fill it quickly.
"It doesn't look like your roommate is here yet," said Karen's mother.
"I guess not. I wonder which side of the room I should take. Or maybe I should wait until she gets here."
"They both look the same to me," Mr. Baker said.
"That's true. I'll take the right side, then."
"Fine," said her mother. They put all the suitcases on the floor near the bed. "Do you want us to help you unpack?"
"No, I think I can manage." Karen smiled at her parents although she suddenly wished that they would leave. They seemed so out of place in her new life.
"Well, I guess we'd better get going," her father said. "You remember everything we told you, now."
"Yes, Daddy. I will."
And don t forget to write," her mother reminded her.
"No, I won't forget." Her parents kissed her goodbye in the room. The Karen walked them down the hall to the elevator. As soon as they were on their way down Karen turned and went back to her room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen sat down on the desk chair and looked around. The room seemed so empty and lonely. Suddenly the girl felt alone. She didn't know when she would see another person.
I'm scared, she thought. And it's silly. Nothing is going to happen. I'm here in my very own room. Soon my roommate will come. I wish she would hurry up. This place is too quiet. But all this is silly. I have unpacking to do, and stuff like that. I shouldn't be just sitting around.
Spurred by her thoughts, Karen began to put her clothes away. Then she decided to make up the bed. She found sheets and pillowcases on the top shelf in the closet. Then she put her bright green bedspread over it. It brightened up the room and made the girl feel more at home. Karen was hanging up a few more things in the closet when she heard the sound of footsteps coming in her direction. She rushed over to the door, hoping that it was her roommate.
A tall girl with long black hair was fumbling with the key to the door to the next room. When she heard Karen she looked up and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Tammy Johnson. When did you get here?"
"Just a little while ago. I'm Karen Baker. I haven't seen my roommate yet, and when I heard your steps I thought you might be her."
"Nope. Sorry. Why don't you come in for a while?"
"Okay." Karen followed the girl into the room next door. It looked just like her own, except for the fact that it was obvious that two girls lived there.
"Angie, my roommate, should be back soon. Sit down. Are you a freshman?"
"Yes."
"Me too. I'm really excited about being here. Away from home and all that. It should be a real blast."
"Yes, I hope so."
"When do you register?" Tammy asked.
"The day after tomorrow. I've heard it's awful."
"Yeah, that's what my sister told me. Three million little cards. And a big, crowded mess. Oh well, I guess we'll live through it. I go tomorrow so I'll tell you all about it."
"That'll be nice. Do you know where the dining hall is? It's almost time for lunch."
"Yeah. I'll be going soon. Do you want to wait for me?"
"Sure. That would be nice." Karen wondered if all friendships started so stiffly. It seemed that back home she had known everyone so long that she had forgotten how or when she had met them.
Tammy brushed her hair quickly and freshened her make-up. The she took a last, critical look at herself in the mirror.
"I'll do, I guess. You never know who you'll run into. Some of the guys I've seen have really been gorgeous! The kind of good looks that makes my mouth water. And my pussy, too, if you want to know the truth."
"Oh." Karen didn't know what else to say. She wasn't quite used to the frankness of Tammy's language. Although she had thought in graphic terms herself, she was still surprised at hearing the words come out of another girl's mouth.
There were more footsteps in the hall and the girls walked over to the door to see who it was.
"Hi, Tammy," the girl said. "I'm Angie. Who are you?" Karen introduced herself to Tammy's roommate."
"We were just going to lunch," said Tammy. "Want to come along?"
"Yeah. Just let me fix up a little. Have I got news for you!"
"What?" asked Tammy.
"I'm going to get laid tonight. I swear I am. I met the cutest guy at the bookstore. Sexy as hell.
And he had his own apartment. With a real live bed!" Angie beamed at the two other girls in obvious delight.
Karen stared at her for a minute and then turned her eyes away. Angie was lovely. She had long auburn hair and a good body. Her breasts weren't quite as large as Karen's, but the effect was almost as sexy.
"That's great!" Tammy told her roommate. "Does he have a friend?"
"I'll find out tonight. Well, let's go. I'll need all my strength for tonight!"
The three girls walked over to the dining hall. Karen listened silently while Angie went on about her date.
"He's got these thick, sensuous looking lips. Really groovy. I wonder if he'll go down on me. I'll bet they would feel just great down inside my pussy."
"You can ask him to," said Tammy. "Although some guys don't like to be asked. If they do it they want to make sure it's their own idea."
"Yeah. Well, it doesn't matter. His pants were tight, and his cock looked enormous. What the hell. Either way I just know I'm going to come a million times."
"God, I wish I had a date tonight. It's been almost a week since Joe went off to his school." Then she turned to Karen to explain. "Joe is my boyfriend. His school opened earlier. I'm supposed to be, true to him or some kind of shit like that. But I know it will never work. He'll be after the first pussy he sees. So why should I live like a nun?"
"I don't know," said Karen. She was trying hard not to let her feelings show through. She realized that most girls were like Tammy and that she would have to learn to live with them.
After all, she thought, what other girls do is none of my business. I should never judge another person. That's wrong, too. So I'll just have to accept these girls the way they are. Although I don't see how they could let a boy stick a cock into them. But that's their problem.
"Do you like screwing?" Angie asked her.
"I don't know," said Karen. "I'm waiting to fall in love." She'd read that somewhere in a magazine and it seemed like a good thing to say.
"Yeah, I guess it's better that way. But fucking is fun, just by itself," Tammy told her.
"Well, I thought that for my first time, well, you know...."
"Sure," said Angie. "The first time I did it I was mad about the guy so I thought the whole thing was heavenly. Looking back, he really was a lousy lay. But don't sweat it. I'll bet you find a groovy guy soon."
"I hope so," said Karen. The girls entered the large dining hall and got in line. Once they had their food they looked around for a table. Angie quickly found one next to a group of boys and led the way.
However, the boys were freshmen and rather shy so they didn't try to talk to the girls, much to Karen's relief.
"You know who I would really like to screw? More than anyone else in the whole world?" asked Angie.
"Who?"
"Tom Barton."
"Oh yeah, me too," said Tammy.
"Who is he?" asked Karen.
"You don't know?" both girls said in unison.
"No," Karen admitted.
"He's on the football team. And he's the best looking guy in the whole world," Tammy told her.
"And the best stud, from what I've heard," said Angie.
"A night in bed with him would set me up for life," said Tammy.
"I'd settle for an hour. I'd be happy forever," Angie told her. "If there was only a way to meet him."
"Maybe he'll come to the mixer next weekend. I've heard that the football team usually shows up to check out the new girls."
"What mixer?" asked Karen, feeling pretty dumb.
"The one next Saturday night. It's going to be in the main parking lot. They are hiring a groovy band and everything."
"That should be a blast," said Tammy. "Why don't we all go together, unless we get dates, of course."
"Sure, that would be nice," said Karen.
"I hope we don't leave together," said Angie, with a smirk. The other girls laughed at that. Then they finished up their lunch and left. When Karen returned to her room there was a pretty brunette sprawled out on the other bed.
"Hi," said Karen. "I'm Karen Baker, your roommate. I hope you don't mind having that side of the room. I didn't think there was too much difference."
"No, this is just fine. I'm Julie Simms. God, what a dump this is."
"Do you really think so? I thought the room was kind of nice," Karen told her.
"It's all right. I'm talking about the whole place. I didn't want to go to school but they insisted. You see, I'm rich. Or at least I will be when I'm eighteen. Then I get my money. Now I have a bunch of old men trustees who watch me like a hawk."
"Oh. What did you want to do?" Karen asked her.
"I don't know. Go to Europe, I suppose. I've got a bunch of friends who are running around there. But the damned trustees can cut off my allowance whenever I'm a bad little girl. They've done it before. I was living in a commune over the summer and I didn't get a penny. Not that I needed it. It was really a groove."
"Then why didn't you stay?" asked Karen.
"It got to be a drag after a while. I mean, like it wasn't working out too well. One guy got hung up on me and had a shit fit if I let anyone else bang me. It was really turning into a bad scene so I split."
"Oh. Why did you come here?"
"My parents both went here. God knows why.
Anyway, I thought it might be fun. I'll stick it out for a while. I'll be eighteen in three months. If I don't like it by then I'll split. Who knows?"
"That's true," said Karen, for lack of anything better. Julie made her feel very young and totally unsophisticated.
"You're still cherry, aren't you?" asked Julie with an amused smile.
"Well, yes."
"That's all right with me. But look, if we are going to be roommates we have to get one thing straight right now."
"What's that?"
"I don't want anyone to mother me. I can take care of myself. So if you feel like disapproving of me, you can keep it to yourself. I'm not one bit interested in hearing about it."
"That's fine with me. I'm very good at minding my own business. Besides, I don't think I have the right to judge anyone else. By the way, I hope you aren't planning to try to convert me either."
"Nope. Live and let live, that's my motto." Then Julie gave Karen a big smile. "I think we should get along just fine."
"I hope so. And I hope you like it here."
"It should be different. Who knows? I might even buckle down and do some work. That would be a real change for me. My parents would have liked that. They were very big on work."
"What happened to them?" asked Karen gently.
"A plane crash. They both died. It was kind of funny, since it was the first time they'd ever flown together. Oh well, that's the way it goes, I guess. I was only two. I can't even remember them."
"I'm sorry," said Karen.
"So am I. But what the hell. Kids who have living parents hate them anyway. So maybe it's just as well. Anyway, I think I'll turn over a new leaf. Lots of work, and no screwing around except for maybe once or twice a week. I like to do different things, you know."
"I see," said Karen. She wondered how she was going to get along with Julie. She hoped that everything would work out well.
CHAPTER SIX
The next week or so sped by for Karen. She found registration as confusing as she had feared. There were hundreds of tables spread out all over the gym, and each table took care of a certain kind of class. It was up to Karen to arrange her schedule, according to what sections were still open.
After finding some sections closed, she had to rearrange it all over again. She had tried to have all late classes, but she soon found that she would have eight o'clock classes three days a week. By the end of the registration she was exhausted.
She spent a quiet weekend exploring the campus. She found all her classrooms, and walked from one to the other in order, so that she wouldn't get lost. Then she went to the small town next to the campus and bought her books. The girl spent almost all day Sunday looking them over, They didn't seem too difficult.
The first week of school went quickly. Karen liked all her classes, and most of the teachers seemed quite pleasant. The work, she knew, would be much harder than high school had been. After classes she went either to her dorm room or to the library to study.
By the time the weekend came Karen was more than ready for a break. She had been studying hard, and had little to do but have fun.
"Are you going to the mixer tonight?" asked Tammy.
"Oh, I don't know. Did you or Angie get dates?"
"Nope. A creep asked me out but I turned him down. I figured I could do better tonight. And I've heard that most of the football team is coming tonight. Angie's all excited about catching a look at Tom Barton."
"I guess I'll go with you. I'll see if Julie wants to go too."
Karen asked, although she knew ahead of time that Julie wouldn't be interested. Julie wasn't interested much in campus things at all. She knew several boys who lived in town, and spent almost every night with one of them.
"Me? Go to a freshman mixer? You must be out of your head," Julie told her roommate.
"Well, I didn't think you would want to but I figured I'd ask anyway."
"You won't have to go alone, will you?" asked Julie.
"Oh, no. I'm going with Tammy and Angie. Angie wants to meet Tom Barton. She goes on and on about it."
"The football player?" asked Julie.
"Yes."
"I wouldn't mind a little of that action myself. I've heard he's hung like a bull."
"I'll bet he's conceited as hell," said Karen. It amazed her how easily she had learned to swear out loud. She reminded herself that she would have to watch it at home.
"You can't blame him. Hell, any girl would part her legs in two seconds flat for a roll in the hay with his cock."
"I wouldn't."
"I don't know. I'll bet you one thing--if you ever went down for anyone I'll bet it would be him. He's just irresistible."
"Oh, shit. No guy can be that great. Anyway, we'll be going to the mixer right from the dining hall so I'll see you tonight. Or tomorrow."
"Try Monday. I think I'm going to have a very depraved weekend with a few of my good friends."
"Have a good time," Karen told her. And she meant it. Karen was beginning to realize that most of the girls her age were crazy about the feel of a cock inside them. While Karen couldn't understand it, she was beginning to be able to accept it.
She dressed carefully for the mixer. While she wasn't interested in getting fucked, she knew that it would be nice to meet a boy. A good, sweet boy who would be able to respect her--respect her enough to keep his hot hands away from her sweet mounds.
She decided to wear her shortest mini-dress. She put it on, remembering how she'd had to hide it from her mother. Mrs. Baker would have made the girl return it, without a doubt.
It was very short, just three or four inches below her lovely round ass cheeks. The top was very tight and cut low enough to reveal just the beginning swell of her lovely breasts. Karen stared at herself in the mirror and wondered if she didn't look too sexy.
But then she thought of all the see through tops she had seen on campus, along with dresses that were shorter than hers.
No, she thought, compared to some I look like a dowdy old maid. And that's what I'll probably be. But it doesn't really matter. At least that way I'll never have to let some awful man stick it inside me. I'll bet it would hurt like hell. But they say you get over the pain after a while. Still, it wouldn't be worth it.
"Are you ready?" asked Tammy.
"Just about. Do I look okay?"
"Fine. Great. You'll get some tonight. Oh, I forgot. Well, maybe you'll meet a great guy and go ape for him. It could happen. And if it does, don't fight him too hard. If you do he'll look around for an easy piece of ass. And that wouldn't do you much good."
"If he's more interested in a piece of ass than he is in me he can find himself another girl. He wouldn't be my man anyway."
"But sweetie, men love to fuck."
"So who's stopping them? Is Angie ready yet?"
"She sure is," said Angie, who walked into the room just then. She looked good, but just a little hard. All the same, Tammy and Karen both told her how pretty she was. She simpered and smiled.
"Well then, why don't we three beauties get going? First dinner, and then, who knows?"
"We can hope, huh? A foot long cock for me, Tom Barton for you, and a knight in shining armor or whatever it is she's holding out for, for Karen."
The three girls separated quickly after they reached the dancing area. Most of the parking lot had been roped off and the band was blaring loudly.
Karen danced with a variety of boys. She enjoyed the music, and as she threw her body into the rhythm she could feel many boys staring at her. She felt a little embarrassed but she didn't mind too much. She was used to it, after all. A few of the boys suggested that she leave the dance and go into the bushes with them but she put them all down easily.
Then, suddenly in the middle of a dance, a strange quiet seemed to come over the proceedings. Karen could see a new group of boys, older than the rest. As they came closer, looking around, she caught sight of their leader.
"Who is that?" she asked in a whisper.
"Oh, Tom Barton and the team." The boy continued, but Karen was no longer listening. She couldn't take her eyes off Tom Barton.
Why, he's more like a god than a man, she thought. I've never seen anyone like that before. My panties are soaked and my clit is starting to swell up. I'm so hot I can't stand it. But I shouldn't be thinking things like that. I don't even know him.
Tom strutted through the crowd, looking over some of the girls, smiling at others. He flashed a quick smile at Karen that seemed to melt her into a puddle of water.
As he passed by, Karen felt rooted to the floor. But once he was gone, when she could only see his retreating back, she felt a strong compulsion to follow him. Just when she was starting to move, she noticed the gaggle of girls who were already behind him. Angie was leading the way.
Karen suddenly flushed and walked in the opposite direction. She ran into an average looking boy who asked her to dance. She shook her head, unwilling to trust her voice.
Then she walked back to the dorm. She couldn't understand what had come over her. She was trembling, and her panties were soaking wet with the cream that kept rushing out.
As soon as she got to her room, the bewildered girl sank down on her bed. She stretched out and closed her eyes, willing herself to stop the evil thoughts that filled her mind. She couldn't stop thinking of Tom Barton.
I don't understand, she thought. He's not that wonderful. He's got nice brown hair and I think dark eyes. His body is magnificent, of course. Even though I only saw him for a few seconds I noticed his cock just about ready to bulge out of his pants.
I wonder if part of it is in the way that he walks. He sort of swaggered by, moving like a jungle cat. He acted like he could have any girl he wanted. In fact, he almost gave the impression that he was parading through his harem.
I never thought he would have any effect on me, though. I mean, I don't want to get fucked. But man, I can just feel that big rod of his pumping in and out of me. No, I shouldn't think things like that. It's wrong. But I can't seem to help it. I just can't get him out of my mind.
Then Karen heard a knock to the door. "Come in," she called. Angie walked into the room.
"Did you see him? Wasn't he gorgeous? What a hunk of man. He said hello to me. Oh Karen, if only I could get him to fuck me. I'd give anything for that."
"Why are you back so early?" asked Karen.
"I don't know. I met a couple of guys who wanted to get laid. But somehow, after seeing Tom, I just lost interest. Anyway, as soon as I change my dripping pants I'm going out again. I'll see you later."
"Bye. Have fun."
"Oh, I will."
Karen watched Angie leave. Then she changed into her pajamas and turned the lights off. She finally fell asleep thinking about Tom Barton's prick.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen Baker woke up with an itch in her cunt.
It was the kind of itch that some people take as a sign of something coming... something that soon will be entering into one's life... an event or a person.
But whether or not one chose to believe in such psychic phenomenon the fact remained that the itch was very definitely there... deep inside her snatch and working deeper with every second of her wakefulness.
It had begun right at the entrance to her glistening pink garden, right at the tip of the channel in between her tender pouted cunt lips. And then it had moved forward and upward, spreading its scratching fingers inch by inch until it was so deep that Karen's finger couldn't even reach it.
It would take something longer and thicker to reach the point where the itch was just then.
Something like a nice hot dick!
A long hot dick that could thrust and jab away until it had lovingly stroked away that irritating itch that had buried itself inside Karen's poon just like a hook.
And then she remembered Tom Barton, the dreamboat she had seen at the freshman mixer a few nights before. He'd had that big bulge at his crotch that could have only come from a nice thick cock and two good-sized cream-filled nuts.
Not that Karen would ever find out what Tom Barton's cock and balls felt like. He was... well, she knew that he was of a different world on campus.
The campus society was as socially stratified as the outside world, and when one was the BMOC, or the big man on campus, as people referred to Tom Barton, then he had his own circle of friends that was made up of rich kids who were special on other teams, or on the student government association, or stuff like that.
And his girl... the one who spread her legs for him and cheerfully let him spurt his load into her snatch... she must be something really special, Karen thought.
And then she caught herself!
Why was she thinking these awful dirty things again?
They were vile things... filthy things... and if she was going to be the special kind of person that a college student and graduate was supposed to be then she was going to have to cleanse herself and be worthy of it. And one didn't become worthy by thinking about fucking with the star quarterback of the college football team!
And he was the star, there was no doubt about that. All week long Karen had heard everyone talking about how Tom Barton was going to carry the school for the new season.
There had been talk of little else as the day of the big game grew closer, and finally the big day was at hand, that day, Saturday, as Karen lay in her bed and pondered the itch in her snatch, was the day of the opening game.
And the air was electric with excitement for Karen. Not that she knew anything about football, because she didn't. But it had been a curious and exciting week for her, as she had found herself in the midst of registration and then the first sessions with her classes.
And now, the first week was over and the weekend was at hand. And Karen was filled with that sense of completion that one gets from having lived through one complete round of something and who now has some understanding of what lays before her for the other sixteen weeks in the semester.
She was more than a little frightened at first, wondering how in the world she would pass all the courses for which she had registered. But now, on Saturday morning and a veteran of a full round, Karen felt less afraid, less like a naive, inexperienced freshman, and more like a girl who knew the ropes.
At least a few of them.
The sleep was wearing away from her eyes now, and she began to stretch and contemplate the room around her. It was a nice room, in most ways a typically furnished collegiate dorm room.
But there was something new in it this morning. There was the warm streaming morning sun that was pouring in the window and illuminating everything with a special warmth... a special glow.
And that was because this was a special morning. It was Karen's first weekend in her college career. And it was also the weekend of the big game against the rival team.
The game in which Tom Barton would carry his home team to victory.
Karen swung her legs over the side of the bed, rubbing her crotch gently as she did so. She fought to keep any sex images out of her mind... especially ones of Tom Barton... because she knew how wrong they were.
Then she went to the mirror and began brushing her hair and doing other chores connected with her toilet. She was alone in the room since her roommate was going to be away for the weekend.
Then, when she finished getting dressed she went over to her desk to see if there was any studying that had to be done over the weekend.
She hoped not. This she wanted to be a weekend of rest and relaxation. She wanted to go to the game, of course. Not that she was a football fan, because actually she didn't know anything about it. But it was so very much a part of the college scene, and Karen desperately wanted to be as "with it" as possible.
And then too, Tom Barton was playing.
Then after the game she figured that she would walk around the campus and take mental inventory of her plans, as well as getting more familiar with the sights and sounds that would be so much a part of her life for the next four years.
Four years!
It was almost too difficult to imagine such a long length of time. But as Karen's father had told her, the time would go fast... oh, so fast... and before she knew it, it would be time to put on that old cap and gown and go out into the world, leaving behind for all time the glory and the anguish that would be the college experience.
As Karen looked down at her desk her eye automatically tugged away from the books and the assignment sheet and went instead to the headline that looked up at her from the first page of the campus newspaper.
BARTON TO CARRY TEAM TO VICTORY!
And there, just below the big black type of the headline was a picture of Tom Barton. His smiling face stared up at Karen, and she found herself drawn to the paper as if charmed by a snake.
She picked the newspaper up and let her eyes roam over the picture. God, was he handsome, she thought to herself, and she felt that old familiar twitching start in her snatch. Her clit began to throb as she looked down to the crotch of Tom's tight football uniform, and she wondered what in the world he might have buried in there.
Goodies!
But then, as she realized the train of her thoughts, she condemned herself for what she had been thinking and mentally vowed to keep her mind free of such filth.
Convincing her twat took a bit longer, and it wasn't until she had finished brushing her hair and completed getting dressed for breakfast that the hungry contracting in her cunny began to slow down.
In the dining hall she had her breakfast alone, since most of the girls from her floor were either home for the weekend, or else out with their dates that would extend into the big game in the afternoon and then the evening.
The evening. What would they be doing in the evening. Fucking, or sucking pricks, or maybe even getting it shoved up their asses!
Karen felt her stomach turn over, and she sat back quietly for several minutes until the upheaval settled down and she could resume her breakfast. But then, even after her stomach was quiet, she didn't feel like any more of the sterile dining hall food, and so she got up and walked outside.
The late September sun was shining bright, and she decided to walk down the campus mall and into the little town just beyond the college gates. And as she walked along she passed periodically this car or that filled with excited young students who were living it up on this big weekend--this weekend of the big game.
Surely, she thought, there would be other girls at the stadium who didn't have any dates. After all, that was no crime. Maybe later, as she got more used to her study load, she would meet some nice boy who would respect her as something other than a nice, wet receptacle for his hot dork.
Maybe then she would get married and fall into bed with her husband while he fucked her.
Then and only then, she vowed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen passed most of the morning shopping in the little college town that lay at the foot of the great University. She only bought small things... things that would fit inside her purse, since she didn't want to be burdened with a lot of stuff to take to the game.
She hurried through lunch at the local drugstore, the hangout of most of the kids who lived in apartments off campus, and as she went outside she noticed that already a steady stream of cars were beginning to pour onto the campus.
Karen figured then that it was time to head on up to the stadium. After all, she figured she wanted to soak up as much of the atmosphere as possible seeing as how that was about the only thing she'd be getting out of it.
A short while later she was waiting in the line to get into the stadium. She didn't have to worry about a ticket, since her student activity book took care of that sort of thing. Of course that meant that she couldn't sit in the better section. Instead there were a block of seats reserved for the students.
But immediately Karen was swept up in the color and the excitement and the sheer pageantry of all that was going on. There were vendors selling pennants and pins and little dolls designed as a replica of the University's mascot. People were hurrying this way and that, greeting friends and buying programs.
Already the announcer on the PA system was beginning to welcome the fans to the University, and to the opening game of the season. It was a big time, and Karen felt herself grinning from ear to ear as she moved down into the bleachers and took a seat alongside other students.
"Golly, I bet Tom really tromps them today," she heard one coed say.
"Yeah," answered her companion, "when it comes to grabbin' the ball and runnin' that guy's got balls all right!"
Tom's balls!
Oh, how Karen could imagine the feel of them... the hard but mushy texture of Tom Barton's nuts... and the juicy, creamy thick load that they held.
No!
She had to stop the flow of such disgusting thoughts. She longed to press her hands against her head and squeeze the devilish notions from her mind, but she knew that she couldn't do anything like that sitting there with all the people around her.
And then her mind was suddenly distracted from such worries as the PA system blared out: "And now ladies and gentlemen, let's give our home team a rousing welcome for the new season!"
And then, down on the field at the far end the team began to pour onto the field, resplendent in the school's clean colors. The announcer identified them each by name and number, and in the midst of it came Tom's name, followed by the designation of number sixteen.
The University marching band, lurking just off the field, broke into a rousing march, and the cheerleaders all did their thing, hopping high into the air and waving their great yellow and white paper pompoms.
And then, just a few minutes later, the kickoff!
The crowd roared and stood while the rival team ran back the kick off. Karen couldn't figure out at first what had happened, and then she decided that it really didn't matter anyway. She just wanted to keep her eyes on number sixteen and that tight uniform!
"And now Barton slants off to the right," the announcer called out, and Karen's eyes followed him.
Shortly after that: "They're in the huddle, ladies and gentlemen, and now they're up to the line."
Tom was hard on center. Then there was a pass and the guards moved in to block. Tom turned this way, then that way, and there was a fumble.
A groan went up from the crowd as everyone glanced toward the great scoreboard. The end of the first quarter score placed the rival school with seven points and the home team with six. In the second quarter they ran it over and the home team picked up one point, which held the score at seven to eight throughout the second and third quarters.
The sun was beginning to set as the fourth quarter got underway. Karen was a bit tired of the game, although a constant eye on Tom kept her interest up. The fans were restless, seeing the minutes tick away. How was the first game going to end? That was the question.
And then it all started to happen at once. Barton faked to the fullback and started to the right. Then he cut in between the tackle and the right end. He picked up his blocks and faked the safety out of his shoes and trotted the last ten yards to bring in a final score of home team thirteen, visitors eight!
The fans were jubilant, particularly the students in the special section, and as Karen started to stand to leave the stadium she felt herself being swept up with a crowd of well-wishers who were swarming down the aisle, onto the muddy playing field and out toward the weary but happy team.
Closer and closer Karen saw herself coming to Tom, and then there he was in all his male glory.
His uniform was torn and covered with dirt. Mud was smeared on his face, and yet he looked like a Greek god to Karen.
Everyone was slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Was it her imagination, or did he seem to glance at her every now and then out of the corner of his eye?
"Great job, Tom," somebody called to him.
"That's doin' it kid. Let's play the whole season that way!"
And then something very interesting happened. Karen all this time had been captivated by being close to the big man on campus, but she had realized that he was too far out of her league and consequently she had been about to turn around and leave.
But then Tom seemed to stop paying attention to all the rays of sunshine around him and he turned directly toward Karen and spoke to her.
"What did you think?" he said quietly, but directly to her.
At first Karen didn't do anything. She naturally assumed that he was speaking to someone behind her. But then she felt his eyes boring right down into hers, and her heart leapt to her throat as she stammered a reply.
"I thought... I thought..
"Yes?"
"I thought... you were wonderful!"
Everyone laughed then at the enthusiastic way in which she blurted out her feelings. Tom laughed, but it was a deep appreciative laugh. And he continued to stare into her eyes.
"Excuse me, everyone," he said finally, "I've got a little something private to discuss."
"Ooooooohhhhh," the fans' response went, but they observed his wishes and slowly moved away from him and Karen.
She couldn't get over the private audience with the god.
"I remember you at the freshman mixer," he said gently, looking down on her with penetrating eyes. He held his helmet in his hand, and his hair was all tousled.
"Yes," she answered quietly, "I remember seeing you too."
"And I remember something I said to myself then."
"What?"
"I remember saying to myself that if I was lucky enough to win the first game, I'd come looking for you."
"For me?"
Karen was incredulous.
"Certainly. I said to myself that I'd come looking for you and get up enough nerve to ask you for a date."
A date!
Karen couldn't believe her ears. Here was the hero of the school football team, the unchallenged big man on campus, talking to little nobody Karen Baker!
"You mean me? You wanted to ask me for a date?"
"Why yes. Oh, I hope you don't already have one for tonight. But then again, I should have realized that you would have one. I mean, a girl as pretty as you and... everything."
Karen saw his eyes flick down over her melon boobs, and even lower, as if he could see the pouted cunt lips of her snatch. And she blushed at first, but then the extreme satisfaction of getting this attention became overwhelming.
"I tell you what," he said, "if you could break your date, maybe you and I could go out to this groovy Italian place I know about. You'd love it."
"Okay."
It was said quickly, before he had a chance to change his mind.
"Great! You wait for me while I change and shower, okay. Out at the athlete's entrance. I won't be long."
And then he hurried off to the showers.
CHAPTER NINE
Karen stood nervously near the athlete's entrance to the stadium. One by one members of the team came out and looked her over. She could tell that they knew she was waiting for Tom.
"He's got plans for her tonight," she heard one of them tell another. Karen wondered just what they meant. If he thinks he's going to get me in bed, she thought, he can just think again.
Tom came out then and a burst of applause went through the crowd. He waved to everyone and then walked towards Karen. Once again the girl felt his total animal magnetism from her pussy right to her head.
"Come on, baby, let's blow this scene," he said as he took her hand.
"All right," said Karen. She'd had to clear her throat before she spoke to get rid of the lump.
Tom led her to his car which was parked close by. Fans followed them all the way, yelling and screaming and throwing kisses. Tom kept waving, and Karen smiled.
"I'll bet this is how it is with a movie star or something," Tom told her. "Groovy. At least they don't tear off pieces of my clothes or anything."
"That's lucky," Karen told him. She looked him over then. He had obviously showered all the grit from the game off his body, and changed his clothes. Even so, the big bulge in his crotch was still there.
They reached Tom's car at last and he helped her in. Then he got into the driver's seat and started the engine. The crowd groaned, but started to disperse to let him through.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked Karen.
"Oh, I don't really care," the girl told him.
"Bed now?"
"No, of course not. What are you thinking of?" Although the words sounded sincere, just the closeness of Tom's body to hers in his small sports car was enough to fill Karen's panties with cream.
"I'm thinking about those big tits of yours, for one thing. But I guess we could both use some dinner first. Where? What kind of food do you like?"
"Oh, I'll eat anything."
"Fine. There's a good Italian place near campus. Very romantic, too. Candlelight, music--the whole bit."
"That sounds great," Karen told him enthusiastically. He drove quickly and a few minutes later they were at the restaurant. The maitre'd recognized Tom right away and gave them a quiet table in a dark corner.
"What would you like to drink?" he asked Karen.
"Nothing. I mean. I'm under age," the girl told him.
"That doesn't matter. If you're with me, no one will ask any questions."
"All right. I'll have a Dubonnet on the rocks," Karen told him.
"Fine," he said to the waiter. "Make that two."
"Very good, sir," the waiter said and went to the bar to fill the order.
"You know what I like about you?" said Tom.
"What?" said Karen.
"You haven't tried to rape me yet."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You haven't even touched me. Most other girls would have at least given my prick a little squeeze in the car."
"I don't believe you," said Karen in amazement.
"I swear it."
"You must know awfully strange girls, then," she told him.
"Maybe. Or maybe it's just my terrific body," he kidded.
"Well, I'm sure that you'll find me very different," the girl said with a smile.
"Not too different," Tom kidded. "Anyway, what would you like to eat?"
Karen studied the menu for a few minutes, or at least tried to. Tom had placed his hand on her knee, and she was intensely aware of the pressure.
"I guess I'll let you order for me," she finally decided. "You must know what's extra good here."
"Fine." Tom gave the waiter a glance and the man came at once. "Two lasagna dinners."
"Very good, sir."
"And a bottle of Chianti."
"I'll bring it right away. Would you and the young lady care for another cocktail?"
"No, I think we'll just wait for the wine," Tom told him.
"You get awfully good service," commented Karen as the waiter hurried to the kitchen.
"Sure. I'm a celebrity, remember?" Tom laughed, but Karen wondered if he was really serious about all that.
"Anyway, I love lasagna. It's one of my favorite...." Just then Tom's hand worked from Karen's knee up to her inner thigh. She wanted to push him away, but found that she just couldn't.
"What the matter?" he asked.
"I wish you wouldn't do that."
"Do what?"
"Put your hand there. Would you mind moving it?"
"I sure would. I can almost feel the heat coming out of your pussy. We're in for a nice night tonight."
"Please take your hand away. There are an awful lot of people here, and I don't want them to get the wrong impression."
"Don't sweat it. This is a nice, dark corner. And we have a long tablecloth."
"Look," said Karen shakily, "I think you have the wrong impression of me. I'm just not that kind of girl."
"What kind?"
"You know."
"Tell me."
"The kind of girl who, well, who sleeps with boys."
"Don't tell me you've still got your cherry!"
"As a matter of fact I have."
"Well, we'll have to fix that."
"I don't want it fixed. I'm happy the way I am."
"Only because you don't know what you're missing." Tom smiled at her. Karen opened her mouth to argue, but just then the food came. Tom took his hand out from underneath Karen's skirt and started to eat.
"This is fantastic food," said Karen a minute later.
"It sure is. The best Italian restaurant in the whole world, if you ask me."
"Do you come here often?"
"Oh, whenever I find a new girl I take her here. For the first date, anyway."
"What happens after that?" asked Karen curiously.
"Well, if I like her then I keep on seeing her. But after one time with me, most girls are too anxious to get to bed to eat."
"Look, I really wish you would stop talking like that." Karen moved around in her chair just then, trying to somehow scratch the itch that had sprung up in her pussy.
"Why? I can't stop thinking about it, so why not?"
"Because it bugs me."
"You mean it turns you on. I can tell that your clit is going a mile a minute right now.
"Maybe so," admitted Karen, "but that still doesn't mean that I'm going to sleep with you."
"Who's talking about sleep?"
"What?"
"I'm not interested in sleep. Not one little bit."
"You know what I mean," said Karen with just a small touch of exasperation.
"Sure. But why don't you just come right out and say it?"
"All right. I'm not going to have an affair with you, either. So there!"
"Oh shit, why don't you just tell me you don't want to fuck? I won't believe it anyway, but you can say it if you think it will make any difference."
"I don't use language like that," Karen told him.
"I'll bet you think it," Tom told her.
"Well, sometimes."
"So why not say it?"
"Because it's not nice. I don't even like to think it, much less talk about it."
"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it. Let me see...."
"What?"
"Oh," I was just wondering when the last time was when I had a nice cherry."
"Oh," said Karen.
"Hmm. Mary? No, I don't think she was. Kristine? Maybe. Anyway, it's been a hell of a long time."
"So why break your record?" Karen asked him.
"Because you turn me on. That long blonde hair, and those big tits. Man, I'm starting to get hard just thinking about it." Tom took Karen's hand in his and placed it over the bulge in his pants.
The girl tried to pull her hand away but Tom held it tight. She could feel his hard cock under his pants, swollen and eager to get into her hot, wet pussy.
"I think you'd better take me home," said Karen as she continued to try to loosen her hand.
"Nonsense. You want it, even if you won't admit it." He let go of her hand then and the girl nearly fell off her chair. "Besides, you haven't finished your dinner."
Karen began to eat quickly. She felt like she was way over her head. It wasn't that she was unused to propositions from all kinds of boys. What surprised her was the response in her own body.
She ate quietly and sipped at her wine, wondering if she would be able to resist Tom's advances. He didn't seem to think so, and she loved the idea of showing him up somehow.
"What are you thinking about? You look so serious."
"You," Karen told him.
"That's not serious, that's fun!"
"All depends on your point of view. What are we going to do after dinner?"
"I thought we might do something fun."
"Like what?"
"Like fuck. Nothing more fun than that."
"You car is kind of small," Karen told him. She decided that if she played along with him, it might somehow be easier to escape.
"That's okay. I've got an apartment off campus. Oh, shit."
"What's the matter?"
"I lent it to a friend for tonight. He's making it with this new chick and he lives in a dorm. I don't suppose you dig the orgy scene, huh?"
"No, I don't."
"That's all right. I'd rather have it all to myself tonight."
"That's nice of you."
"What the hell, we can go to a motel."
"I'm not exactly the motel type," Karen told him.
"That's okay. It's a nice place. I used to spend almost every weekend there when I was living in the dorm."
"Look, I thought all you athletic types had to stay away from this kind of messing around."
"That's an old fashioned deal. It used to be like that when they thought that shooting off took something out of a guy. I mean, besides his cream."
"I see," said Karen, wishing to change the subject.
"Now, a guy like me, if I don't get regular nookie, I get all uptight. I can blow a game just from too little fucking."
"Oh. I see. Do you like football?"
"Sure. It's my whole life. I really like it. Do you?"
"It's fun to watch."
"Yep. I've always wanted to make the big time. That's my goal in life. To make a pro team. Man, those cats really make the bread. And they get all the greatest chicks, too."
"I thought the rock groups did," said Karen. "Different type. Believe me, there are as many football followers as there are groupies. The only difference is that the football ones don't blab about it. It would give the sport a bad name."
"Oh." Karen finished her dinner and leaned back in the chair. "That was delicious. But I'm so stuffed I don't think I could move."
"You'll move, all right. Just wait until you get my cock inside you. You'll do things you never even heard of, I'll bet."
"Then we may as well get going," Karen told him. "I think I'd better go to the ladies room first." And then I can see if there's a back door, she thought. But just as she was about to get up, Tom quickly thrust his hand in between her legs and rubbed.
Karen sank down again. Tom's hand was still there. He pushed her panties aside and touched her hard, throbbing clit. She knew then that she was lost.
The two of them left quickly. Tom just waved to the waiter, and told the man to put it on his tab along with a big tip.
"Thank you very much, sir," he said. "I hope we see you again very soon."
"Ciao," said Tom.
The two of them got into Tom's car. He pulled Karen over a little and touched her breast. She tried to pull his hand away, but her rejection was so weak that Tom ignored it completely.
It only took a few minutes to reach the motel. It was a cheap looking joint, but Tom assured Karen that the beds were all right.
"I'll get out and register, then we can go to the cabin."
"Won't they ask to see a marriage license or something?" asked the girl.
"Hell no. They know me here, I told you that. They don't give a damn what goes on as long as no one breaks the place open." Tom left then.
Karen sat in the car and waited for him. She toyed with the idea of jumping out and running away, but Tom's advances had drained all the energy out of her body.
I'm going to get fucked, she thought. And there doesn't seem to be a damn thing that I can do about it. Tom came back just then and drove over to one of the cabins.
He helped Karen out, and they unlocked the door. A second later they were both inside.
CHAPTER TEN
Tom switched on the light and Karen looked at the cabin. It was a little shabby but it looked clean. There was one double bed, a desk, and a dresser. The furniture was old. Both it and the carpet showed wear.
"Well, here's our little home for the night," said Tom. "How do you like it?"
"It's all right. Look, I don't even know what I'm doing here."
"You are going to get fucked. Isn't that an exciting thought?" Tom took the girl in his arms and moved his cock close. She could feel the heat through her clothing.
Tom kissed her then, a real kiss that took her breath away. Karen could feel the blood racing through her veins as her panties became soaked with cream.
As Tom continued to kiss her, Karen felt his hands moving up and down her body. He cupped her breasts, and as his fingers moved across her nipples they became hard and swollen.
He started to undress her then. Karen felt a little embarrassed at first, but as Tom's tongue slipped into her mouth and half way down her throat she found that she really didn't care.
After a few minutes, she found herself on the bed, totally naked. The girl had no real recollection of the things that led up to it. She only knew that her pussy was itching and wet.
She lay back and watched as Tom quickly stripped down. When she saw the size of his fully erect cock she gave a gasp.
"That thing will never fit inside me," she told him.
"That's what all the girls say," he joked. "Now just relax. You're going to love it."
Karen stared at his dork, unconvinced. It was at least eight inches long, and two inches thick. It was standing straight out from his body, and it seemed to be pointing right at her.
"Look, I told you, I've never done anything like this before," she said to Tom.
"Good. Don't sweat it. I'm one of the best." He climbed in bed beside her then and started to run his hands up and down her naked body. Karen watched, fascinated, as he took her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and played with them until they were like two ripe, red strawberries.
Karen felt as though she were in some kind of a strange trance. Something in the back of her mind kept on telling her that she should put her clothes back on and run, but her body just wouldn't obey.
Tom leaned over and started to kiss her breasts. Then he started sucking on her nipples. First one and then the other went into his mouth. Karen loved the feeling that it was giving her, in spite of the fact that she knew it was wrong.
While Tom's mouth was on Karen's tits, his hands were far from idle. He was stroking her all over, running his hands up and down her body as though he was trying to soothe a frightened filly.
At last his fingers touched the inside of her thighs. Karen felt something like an electric shock go through her body. Without realizing what she was doing, the girl spread her legs a little farther open so that Tom's hand could easily get in between them.
He covered her whole pussy with his hand then. He could feel the dampness flooding out of her cunt. He fingered her. First one, then two, and finally three fingers easily disappeared into the girl's well greased box.
"Don't worry," he told her. "You won't have one bit of trouble."
"I hope not. If it hurts a lot, you'll stop, won't you?" Karen had finally accepted the fact that she was going to get fucked and she wanted to make sure that it wouldn't hurt too much.
"It might hurt a little right in the beginning. But it won't hurt for long. I think you're just about ready now."
Karen giggled. "You sound just like a doctor," she told him happily.
"That's me. Dr. Dick," Tom said with a grin.
Then he straddled her and put the head of his cock up to the entrance of her hole. Karen waited for some kind of pain but nothing happened. She relaxed, and at that very minute Tom thrust his long ramrod all the way inside her.
Karen tensed up at once. It had slid in so easily that there was no pain at all. She waited for something to hurt. But nothing did. Tom grinned down at her.
"See, that wasn't bad at all, was it?"
"No. I don't understand."
"Well, don't sweat it. It's just great." Then Tom started to move in and out of her body. Karen didn't respond at all in the beginning. She just lay there waiting for something terrible to happen.
But nothing bad happened at all. Instead, Karen found that she was able to relax completely. And just as soon as she did, her body began to respond.
Before long, she was moving with Tom. She met every thrust of his cock with a quick motion of her hips. She put her arms around him and held him tight, trying to figure out if she was in love with him, or if it was just some kind of animal attraction.
Suddenly, it all changed. Tom began banging her harder and faster. Karen responded, and had no time to think. Pleasure was filling her entire body, a pleasure so intense that it took all thoughts from her mind.
The fast pace continued for a few moments. Then, just as Karen was at the very peak of her arousal, Tom exploded inside her. The feel of his hot cream jetting off inside her body caused Karen to begin to climax.
She didn't know what was happening. She let out a yell which Tom quickly smothered by holding her very tight. More and more hot juice shot into her body, and each jet brought a new flow of passionate response.
At first, she wondered why her body was reacting so strangely. But as it went further and further out of control, she found that she really didn't care. She let loose, and came and came and came until she was totally exhausted.
She must have dozed off for a few minutes. When she came to, she was lying on Tom's chest and he had his arm around her. She looked at him, and suddenly the shame of what she had done hit her right between the eyes.
She looked around at the shabby motel room, and wondered how she had ever let herself set foot in such a place. Then she looked at Tom, whom she had just met.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked.
"What am I doing here?"
"Oh, come on."
"I mean it. Did you put some kind of spell on me?"
"Nope. Just used my charm, that's all."
"Please take me home."
"Don't be silly. We don't have to cut out until tomorrow morning. It's paid for."
"But I'm not."
"What?"
"Please, let me get out of here. I don't want to stay here." By then, Karen was getting a little bit hysterical. Her face was flushed, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Look, just hold on. What's bugging you?" asked Tom.
"I let you do that to me," she said.
"Sure. And you loved it. So what's the big deal?"
"I didn't love it."
"Oh yeah? Well, for a girl who didn't love it, you sure as hell came enough times."
"That was just my body. I don't want to argue with you. Please go away and let me get dressed. Then take me back or I'll walk."
"Okay, okay. I'll take you back." Tom got out of bed, picked up his clothes, and went into the bathroom. Karen dressed quickly and went outside the cabin to wait for him.
"Okay, let's go," said Tom when he came out a few minutes later. He took Karen to his car and started driving her back to the dorm. The Saturday night traffic was heavy so it took a little longer than usual to get there.
"I really don't understand you," he told her. "Look, you made me do something I swore that I would never do. What's not to understand?"
"I could dig it if I'd had trouble getting in. Or if it hurt a lot, or something like that. But you were crazy about it."
"That doesn't make it right," said Karen, in between clenched teeth.
"Sure it does. If you like it, and I like it, why not?"
"Because it just isn't, that's all."
"Sweetie, before tonight I'll bet you were the only virgin on this campus."
"So what?"
"So other girls do it."
"That's their business. If they think it's right, that's fine with me. And fine for them. You don't understand. I just lost my principles!"
"You're a big girl now. You might want to try on some new ones, just for size."
"I don't want to change. Don't you understand? Oh, it's obvious that you don't. You don't give a shit about me. Otherwise you would never have made me do what I did."
"You know, it wasn't exactly rape," said Tom in a ruffled tone of voice.
"That's right," yelled Karen. "It was all my fault. The girl has to draw the line."
"No, of course not. Look, I like you and respect you and all that other crap."
"Sure you do. But I'll tell you something. I never want to see you again as long as I live. In fact, I don't even want to be in the same car with you." Karen knew that she was near her dorm. She opened the car door and jumped out. Then she began to run across the mall to her dorm.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Karen walked towards the dorm slowly. Her breath was coming hard from running and she was exhausted. As she came closer to the dorm she noticed shadowy figures all around.
She wondered what they were until she was almost on top of them. Only then was the girl aware that they were necking couples, at least fifteen of them.
How disgusting, she thought to herself. How can those girls let themselves be mauled by those animals? And in public, too. Don't they have any self respect? Although after tonight I guess I shouldn't really say a word.
She walked into the dorm and could almost feel the pure whiteness of the lobby. Karen felt numb then, almost dazed. She got into the elevator and held her breath until she was in her room once more.
Karen sank down on the bed and stared at the room for a minute. She couldn't quite believe what she had been through and she didn't want to think about it. She took some comfort from the familiarity of her room. It was certainly much nicer than the motel had been.
The motel! She wanted to forget that she had ever set foot in such an evil place. The image of Tom straddling her, his hard cock pressed into her gully came into her mind. She tried to fight the image, closing her eyes tightly and thinking of something else.
I'm not a virgin any more, she thought mournfully. I've done the one thing that I've always said I wouldn't do. Oh, how could I have let myself? Just because he was so damned sexy, or whatever the hell it was, didn't mean that I had to fall for it. I'm cheap. I'm nothing but a cheap little tramp.
I used to be different. But now I'm like every other girl in this crazy place. A rotten tramp. Although I guess I really don't think that the others are that bad. I mean, I like Julie and Tammy and Angie. But they aren't me. They just fuck a lot because they don't know any better. I know better and I did it anyway.
Oh god, how could I have done it? All he did was start to touch me and I creamed all over the place. And I loved it. As much as I hate to admit it, just thinking about it makes my pussy start to itch. I can still remember how it felt when he put it inside me. And then when he started spurting his juice all inside me. Oh, it was so great! I just went crazy. I didn't know what the hell I was doing after that.
But I know now. And I don't understand. I always thought that sex was such an awful thing, that it would hurt like hell. But it didn't. It hardly hurt at all. Just a little bit in the beginning, but after that it was like heaven. Oh, I just couldn't stop my pussy from grabbing on to his hot joint and squeezing it as hard as I could.
But what the hell am I talking about? I shouldn't be thinking about that at all. I know that it was a wrong, evil thing for me to do. And lord knows. I regret it. I'll never do anything like that for as long as I live.
Then Karen lay down on her bed. She rubbed her eyes, as though she was trying to blot out images that kept returning to her mind. She could still see Tom's face in front of her, feel his lips on hers, then sucking her tits and finally, the worst of all, feel his prong sliding in and out of her well greased hole.
Oh, why can't I just forget tonight? Forget that it ever happened? I could go to sleep and wake up tomorrow morning with my cherry still here, instead of wasted on that motel room bed.
I'll never get married now. My mother can forget all about her young doctor or lawyer. No man will ever marry me. Why should he? I'm nothing but cheap, damaged goods. I'm not fresh anymore. I'm nothing.
Karen started crying then. At first she silently heaved, trying to hide her tears from the world. But as the thought of what she had done kept flooding her mind again and again her silent cries turned into moans of despair.
"Karen, what's the matter?" asked Angie. She had heard Karen from her room next door.
"Oh Angie, I can't talk about it. It's too awful," sobbed Karen as she clung to the other girl.
"Of course you can. You couldn't have done anything that terrible. Why, I'll bet I've done it hundreds of times."
"But you're not me. It's all right for you because you believe it's right."
"Now Karen, don't worry so. I guess you got fucked, huh?"
"Yes. And I wish it had never happened." Karen rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"I know it hurts at first. But once you get used to it, you'll love it."
"I don't want to get used to it."
"But you will. Honest. Was it a nice boy?"
"Of course not. He was an animal. A goddam animal. I hope I never see him again as long as I live."
"Is your bottom that sore?" asked Angie with a smile.
"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it much," said Karen, looking miserable.
"You weren't raped, were you?" asked Angie with a touch of horror in her voice.
"Oh, no. I went along with it, all right. I'd rather it had been rape. Then I wouldn't have been responsible."
"I don't suppose I know the guy," asked Angie, obviously hinting for a name.
"It's your idol. And you can have him."
"My idol? What in the world are you talking about? Unless... Tom Barton is the only one... Karen, it wasn't him, was it?"
"It sure was. And you can have him. I never want to see him again as long as I live."
"Tom Barton fucked you?"
"Yes."
"And you're complaining?"
"That's right."
"You must be out of your mind."
"That's what he said."
"But every girl on campus is hot for him."
"He said that, too. Every girl on campus can have him."
"Karen, you have to be out of your head. But don't worry about that now. How was he?"
"I don't know. I have no basis for comparison."
"Well, what did he do?"
"He stuck it in me and moved it around and then he came. Come on, now, Angie. You know what happens."
"Did you come?"
"Yes," admitted Karen reluctantly.
"Your First time, and you came? That's great!"
"Lovely. Now, if you don't mind, I think I would like some sleep. Good night." Angie left then and Karen fell asleep with a half smile on her face. She didn't want to admit it, but she was just a tiny bit proud of herself.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Karen decided to spend most of Sunday in her room studying. She didn't feel ready to go out and face the world. She wondered if people would be able to tell that she was no longer a virgin by looking at her. Her mother had told Karen frequently that she could always tell a girl who had "gone bad."
Karen peered anxiously into the mirror, wondering if she honestly looked different. She couldn't find anything to substantiate her fears.
Sunday night was special, in a way. All the girls who had been gone for the weekend returned. Some were happy after a weekend in bed. Others were glad to be back, away from their parents. They dribbled in slowly and reluctantly opened their books.
Karen watched them all and talked to a few of the girls. She knew that many of them had been fucked, and tried to notice if they looked at all different. But she could see no change. They all looked like pretty young girls instead of fallen women.
The phone in the hall rang constantly. Every time she heard it Karen jumped up and ran over to answer it. But it was always for one of the other girls.
What is this? she asked herself. I don't want Tom to call. I never want to see or hear from him again. If he did ask me out, it would only be to shove his cock inside me one more time. And I need that like a hole in my head.
But Karen kept running to the phone.
"Are you expecting a call?" asked Angie.
"No, of course not. Look, would you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Please don't tell anyone what I told you last night."
"You mean that Tom fucked you?"
"That's right."
"If it happened to me, I'd be shouting it from the rooftops."
"I know. But I'm not like that. Please, Angie."
"Okay. But I think you're acting pretty dumb about the whole thing."
"Maybe. But I'm only doing what I feel I should do," Karen told her.
"All right. Have it your own way. I hope he calls you soon," said Angie generously.
"I don't," Karen told her.
"You're crazy. Well, I'll see you later. I think I'll go to sleep and dream of your lover." Angie went into her room and shut the door. Karen did the same.
She wondered though whether or not she really did want Tom to call her. From the way that she had been jumping around it seemed like it. But Karen knew that Tom would only want to screw her again and she didn't want that.
I don't understand, she thought. Maybe I just want to talk to him so that I can tell him off. She imagined herself talking, and found that just thinking about the sound of Tom's voice was getting her juices stirred up.
What's the matter with me? I must be out of my mind. I'm not going to think about him anymore tonight and that's final.
Karen spent the rest of the evening studying and writing a letter to her parents. Then she went to bed, looking forward to the start of classes once more.
Karen heard her alarm go off the next morning. She turned over and shut it off. Then she lay in bed, thinking about Tom. She could almost feel his arms around her and his thick hardness going into her soft cunny.
Then the girl threw off her blanket and jumped out of bed as though it was on fire. What can I be thinking of? she wondered. It's obvious that he was just using me. I'm not going to think about it any more.
Karen dressed quickly and hurried to the dining hall for breakfast. She didn't see anyone that she knew, so she sat alone and ate quickly. She remembered that many of the girls took rolls from dinner to eat for breakfast to give them some more sleep, and wondered if she should start doing that.
Her first class was history. She found her seat quickly, got out her notebook and pen, and was ready to take notes. The professor spent no time kidding around.
"The old pattern of Southern society was being rearranged after the war. At the same time, the North also had to reconstruct the economy to...." Karen wrote down a few things and then her mind seemed to just drift off. She remembered how Tom had seen her after the game, and how willingly she had gone out with him.
I wonder why I did it, she thought to herself. I should have known something would happen. Especially since I acted so stupidly after just seeing him at the mixer.
"The Republican party had to try to force the South to it's side. Forty acres and a mule became the rallying cry of the Democrats, who, with their carpet bags, invaded the South."
He could have called me, she thought, as she wrote down "40 mules," on her paper. It would have been the decent thing to do. Even though I did kind of rush out of the car like that, telling him that I hated him.
But I do hate him. He is a totally despicable sort of person. He's a goddam rapist, only he just doesn't do it that easily. I can still remember the touch of his hand on my skin, and the feel of his cock inside my body.
"And we will continue with the Reconstruction period on Wednesday," the teacher said. Karen was suddenly conscious of other students getting ready to leave. The girl quickly copied down the assignment from the blackboard and hurried to her next class.
She sat down in her English class and tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying.
"A sentence fragment doesn't have a complete meaning. It is just a part of an idea which, for some reason, is not being expressed more fully."
A fragment, Karen thought. That's what I am. I was a whole, normal person. But then Tom came along and shoved it inside me, busting my cherry. I know that something is gone, some precious part of me. If only I hadn't enjoyed it so damned much.
I still can't understand that. I just lost control so completely. And to think that just the feel of his prick, going in and out of me, could make me do that.
"You see," the teacher continued, "in order to make a complete sentence you must have both a noun and a verb. Perhaps this diagram will fully explain it." She turned towards the board.
"He runs. That is a complete sentence. It expresses one full idea."
He fucks, thought Karen. He fucks, she fucks, you fuck, I fuck, they fuck. No problem with that verb. It never changes. And now I've done it. I fuck. No, fucked. I'll never do it again. Not unless I'm married, that is. Once I have that ring I sure will. But who's going to propose to me? I'm not that kind of girl any more.
"Class dismissed." Once again Karen was caught napping. She couldn't understand where all the time was going.
She had an hour or so in between classes so she found a shady place on the mall and sat down on the grass, watching the other students walk by.
God, he's got a big one, she said to herself. I wonder if it's as big as Tom's. Hey, and there goes another great big one. My goodness, there sure are enough thick cocks around this place. And more than enough guys showing them off.
But what am I looking for? I'm not interested in a pecker. I've had one, and that was more than enough. All the same, Karen sat on the grass for an hour, watching all the cocks go by.
Then she went to her economics class. She fully expected to be bored to death, since the subject didn't interest her very much. But she dutifully took out her notebook and pen.
"Malthus believed that the only dependable form of birth control was total abstinence in the early years. If men and women married later, they would have less of a tendency to have large families.
"The effect of a lower birthrate would help not only economics, but would also help the effect of overpopulation that he so correctly predicted."
Birth control. Thank goodness I don't have to worry about that. If I thought I could have gotten pregnant maybe I wouldn't have done it. But I guess I would have anyway. As soon as he touched me and sucked on my tits I was totally lost.
I guess the only thing to do is never to see him again. Not that I want to, of course. Although it would be nice to see him and not let him lay a finger on me. I wonder if I could do it. Resist his hot prick, along with his bulging muscles and long tongue.
"The law of diminishing returns clearly states that if one or more factors are held constant, and one or more other factors are permitted to increase, output will rise, but after a point it will rise by lesser amounts."
Yeah, I can dig that. My value as a future wife for some nice guy sure did diminish, and it didn't take a hell of a long time, either. But it could be worse. I mean, only once is almost like not at all. At least I hope so.
Aside from that, I wonder if it would matter if I did it again. How could anyone tell? Whether it was once, or twice? But what in the world am I talking about? I won't do it again because it's wrong, and I shouldn't have done it the first time. If only it hadn't been so great.
Soon the class was over and it was time for lunch. Karen walked to the dining hall and looked around for a girl from her dorm. She saw Tammy sitting with a boy, but she didn't want to interrupt that. So she got her food and sat alone. A few minutes later Angie joined her.
"Hi, Karen. How are your classes going?"
"Oh, I don't know. English seems like high school. And the others, well, they just aren't all that interesting. I hope philosophy will be better."
"Yeah, I've noticed the same thing. I guess I expected it to be a lot different from high school, but the classes are the same."
"Well, school is school, I guess. Maybe when we've been here a few years we'll start having interesting stuff."
"I hope so. But this is easy and I'm no brain so I'm not going to let it bother me."
"Me either. This food is interesting though," said Karen as she looked down at a patty on her plate.
"Oh, yeah. Hamburger. I've heard they have at least a dozen different names for it. But it's still hamburger."
The girls chatted a little more about classes and then left the dining hall. Karen went to her philosophy class and sat down, determined to pay attention.
"You see, ladies and gentlemen, Plato believed in forms. Each object on this plane had a form, an ideal of itself on another level. For example, take this chair.
"This chair naturally resembles the form of the chair. But it is not totally pure. I suppose one could say that the idea of the chair is its pure form."
Pure form, thought Karen. Whatever happened to my pure form? I guess I lost it in that damned motel. And ideals! I had only one, really. Not to get fucked.
But then along came Tom. And as soon as I saw that big joint of his I knew that I was totally lost. It just had to come inside me, and it did.
"When Plato speaks, for example, of the good," she heard the teacher say, "he is talking about the pure good. The ideal good. It is necessary that you understand his language in order to understand his thought processes."
The pure good. Until I felt my pussy quiver and my pants fill up with cream, I was like that. I was good. I hope I see him again. I want to prove to myself that I can be good. That I haven't lost everything that I stood for.
That's it! I'll just have to see him again, whether I want to or not. I'll prove to myself that I can resist his appeal. I won't let his cock get near me.
Karen smiled then, assured that her plan would meet with instant success. She knew that once she made up her mind Tom's cock wouldn't bother her a bit. Or at least that was what she thought.
Once her mind was made up, she even managed to pay attention in class for the first time that day.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Karen walked back to the dorm slowly. The campus was lovely in the fall, with all the trees turning golden. Karen knew that it wouldn't last long. Soon the leaves would turn brown and drop off. But that didn't stop her from enjoying the loveliness of the fall weather.
When Karen got back to the dorm, she returned directly to her room. She sank down gratefully on the bed. Suddenly it seemed like it had been a very long day and she was glad to be home. A few minutes later Julie walked in, looking exhausted.
"I don't know if I can take this grind," the girl said. "The classes are kind of a drag. And after the weekend I had I don't think I can hack it. Oh well, Mondays are supposed to be a bitch, I guess."
"Did you have fun?" asked Karen.
"Oh, yeah. I had a hell of a good time. I was going to spend the weekend with Rick, but he got pretty spaced out. So I met this other guy, Bill, at a party and I left with him. He was just great. His cock must have been a foot long."
"What did Rick do?"
"Who the hell knows? He was really out of it. I don't mind if a guy is stoned and wants to fuck, but all he wanted to do was draw pictures on the mirror with shaving cream. It was pretty funny for a little while, but after that, well, I just got so damned bored I could have screamed."
Karen smiled and picked up a book. She wondered if she should tell Julie about Tom but then decided against it. She knew that the other girl wouldn't understand at all.
"What did you do?" asked Julie.
"Oh, nothing much. I went to the football game and shit like that. It was kind of a drag."
"If you ever want a groovy weekend, just say the word and I'll fix you up."
"Thanks, but I don't think that's my thing."
"I guess not. But just in case. I'll keep the offer open."
"Okay. Really though, how do you like the whole thing?"
"You mean school and all that?"
"Yes."
"Well, it's all right. I may stick it out, as long as I don't have to work my ass off too much. I like the dorm okay, and weekends are fun. I don't know."
"I guess it is too early to tell anything," said Karen.
"Sure. I'll tell you, life is kind of a drag no matter what you do. It can't be perfect."
"That's for sure. No matter how much you plan, things can happen." Like getting fucked, Karen thought silently.
"Oh well. I'll see how things go. I guess I'd better study now so I can go out tonight."
Both girls opened their books and began to look through them. Karen was dimly aware of the hall phone ringing, but she ignored it. A few seconds later, a girl from down the hall came in.
"Karen, there's a call for you. Some guy with a groovy voice." Karen felt her heart jump to her throat. As she walked out of the room, she tried to contain her racing heart.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi Karen. This is Tom."
"Oh," she said and then paused. Just the sound of his low voice made her body seem to change. Her pussy was leaking a little and her nipples were hard. "How are you?"
"Just fine. I was wondering if you still wanted to talk to me, after the other night."
"Sure. I guess so. No harm in talking."
"Well, that wasn't all I had in mind. I was wondering if you were busy tonight."
"No. I have some studying to do but nothing very much."
"Good. Then how would you like to go out?"
"That would be fine."
"Great. I'll pick you up at seven."
"All right. But no messing around, if you know what I mean," the girl told him firmly.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't do things like that," Karen told him. "I'm not that kind of girl."
"You sure were on Saturday."
"That was different. I mean, I didn't want to do it."
"Yeah, but once you did you really dug it. I could tell. You must have come a hundred times."
"That doesn't make it right."
"Well, we'll worry about that later. I have to go now. I'll see you tonight." Tom hung up then and Karen walked back to her room, deep in thought. "Who was it?" asked Julie.
"Oh, just an old friend," lied Karen. She didn't feel ready to talk about Tom, and almost regretted telling Angie about it. Then Karen sat down at her desk and opened up her book and began to read. Julie wondered silently who it had been, but decided not to press the issue. She knew that she wouldn't have liked Karen probing into something that she would rather not discuss.
Karen didn't want the other girls to know about Tom so she went to the dining hall late and alone. She got back to the dorm at five minutes of seven. She sat on the steps and waited, hoping that Tom would be on time. She looked around nervously every now and then, hoping that no one would see her. Luckily, she didn't see any girls that she knew.
At seven on the dot Karen saw Tom drive up in front of the dorm. He started to park the car until he noticed that his date was coming towards him. He opened the car door and Karen jumped in.
"I would have come in you know," he told her.
"I didn't want anyone to see you," Karen explained.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because they would have made a big fuss. And I don't like fusses much."
"You know, that's why I like you. Any other girl would nave told the whole world by now."
"Yes. Well, they would think it was something to be proud of."
"Oh Karen, you could be such a groovy chick if only you weren't so damned hung up about sex." Tom put his arm around her and pulled the girl closer.
Karen tried to move away at first, but as the pressure of his arm increased she relaxed. After all, she thought, he's only got his arm around me. At the same time, she was intensely aware of the closeness of his body. She could feel something almost like electricity running from his hand to her shoulder.
Tom drove with confidence as his fingers began to massage Karen's shoulder. After a few minutes, they were in front of an apartment building that was just a few blocks away from the campus.
"Come on up for a minute. There's something I forgot to do," said Tom. Karen nodded and got out of the car. Something told her that she should have refused, but nevertheless she followed him into the building.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Karen looked around in the living room while she heard Tom looking for something in the bedroom. There were a lot of pictures of Tom all over the walls. Most of them were taken either before, during or after a game. He was in uniform in the photographs and Karen stared at all of them.
The apartment was furnished very cheaply with a lot of plastic modern furniture. Karen was beginning to become impatient when Tom walked into the room. He was naked, and at the sight of Karen his cock hardened and pointed right at her.
"Now wait a minute," the girl said. "You just go right back in there and put your clothes on."
"What for?" said Tom as he moved closer to her.
"I told you over the phone that I don't want any more of that kind of thing." But as Tom came closer still, something in Karen's body seemed to take over. The sight of his giant prick had stirred her juices until her panties were drenched with cream.
"Come on, baby. You know you want it. I can feel it from here." Then Tom took her in his arms and crushed her body close to his. Karen felt the heat from his loins rise and warm up her pussy even more. As he moved closer, she felt the hardness of his dork coming in between her legs.
Tom released her then and was satisfied that she was ready by the flush of her face. He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom.
Karen followed him. She was totally beyond thinking. In spite of all her good intentions, once Tom's cock had touched her she was lost. She wanted him, wanted the feel of his prick running in and out of her hole.
Tom undressed her quickly and the two of them fell back on Tom's bed. He caressed her breasts and then took them in his mouth. He sucked first one and then the other until her nipples were standing out hard and firm.
He moved his hand down over her flat belly and in between her legs. Karen felt his fingers part the lips of her cunt. Then he took her pulsating clit in between his thumb and finger and rolled it around very gently.
Karen was hot then, hot and ready. She wanted to feel him inside right away. Her sopping wet pussy was itching and aching. She knew that his cock would be the perfect cure for all of it.
Then she felt Tom slip one or two fingers into her hole. He moved them in and out very quickly, causing even more honey to drip into her pot.
Tom straddled her then. Karen watched, almost unbelieving, as his long sword sank down into her pussy. As soon as the girl felt the thick sausage she started to respond.
She felt Tom push it all the way in. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around his back and arched her cunt up to meet his thrust. She wanted as much of him inside her as possible.
They fucked furiously for a long, long time. Karen kept matching his thrusts while he ground his dork into her. He moved his hips so that he was circling her hole. Karen could feel every nook and cranny of her cave being touched by his thick cock.
Then she watched as Tom sat back so that he was kneeling in front of her. He kept up his hard pace. At the same time, he squeezed her still hard nipples with his fingers. It hurt for just a second. Then the girl began to love it.
"Harder. Pinch me harder," she begged. Tom did, and a few seconds later Karen felt her pussy begin to quiver. She was already coming, even before he emptied his load into her waiting box.
Tom got back down again so that his body was covering hers. Karen put her arms around him and held him tight as she came. She raked her nails over his back and cried out as the warmth spread from her pussy throughout her entire body.
She could feel Tom's still hardness inside her. He didn't move while she came. He just lay on top of her and enjoyed the feel of his prick being squeezed by her spasming cunt.
Once her climax was over, Tom began to move inside her again. He rammed his cock in as hard and as fast as he could. Karen moved with him, matching every thrust with one of her own.
The girl loved the fast pace. She could almost hear the sound of his cock as it whipped in and out of her well lubricated quim. Karen moved underneath him then. As he rammed his cock in and out of her, she circled underneath him. It drove both of them crazy.
She could tell that Tom was very close to coming. He was breathing hard, and his eyes were beginning to get a glazed look about them.
A few seconds later, Karen wrapped her legs around Tom's back to welcome his final thrust.
He gave one last hard shove. Then he exploded inside of her. He filled her cavity up with his cream.
Karen loved the feel of his wad. It was rich and hot and wet. It made the girl begin to come all over again. His warm liquid seemed to have triggered off another fantastic response inside Karen's body.
She came again and again. Each climax was stronger than the last until she reached her peak. At that point she was very close to passing out completely.
Then her orgasms subsided gradually until she stopped coming. She lay on the bed, totally exhausted. Tom put his arm about her and pulled her over to him.
The two of them lay like that for a few minutes. Then, as Karen came out of her sex-caused trance, she began to feel awful.
"Oh God," she said. "I've done it again. I didn't want to do this."
"Of course you did. You just don't realize it yet. Karen, you have to be one of the best lays I've ever had."
"Thanks a lot. But why me? You can have any girl on campus."
"Sure. But they all try to rape me, almost. It's a nice change to be the one who chases after the girl."
"You didn't have to chase very hard," the girl said ruefully.
"Harder than I ever did in my whole life. But I guess that's not saying too much. "
"No, it isn't. Look, now you've had me. So why don't we just forget it?"
"But I like you, Karen."
"Don't give me that shit. You don't even know me. Except for the sex thing."
"That's a good start."
"But you won't respect me," said Karen.
"Don't be silly. That kind of thinking went out years ago. Why shouldn't I respect you? I don't even know you."
"That's exactly it. Look, I don't think there's too much point in talking any more. I don't think we will ever agree on any of this. So why don't you just take me home and we'll call it quits."
Tom got up and both of them dressed quickly. Without a word he took her out to the car and headed back to the dorm. Only when she was right in front of the building and opening the car door did he speak.
"I don't want to call it quits. You're a beautiful girl and a great lay. You'll be hearing from me." Karen slammed the car door and rushed up to her room. She threw herself down on the bed and wondered what in the world she was going to do.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Karen returned to the dorm after her last class on Friday and sat down on the bed. Tom was going to be out of town over the weekend, and the two days stretched before her mind.
What in the world am I going to do with all this time? she asked herself. My work is all caught up, and I don't really feel like studying.
Just then Tammy wandered in. She was half dressed, and it was obvious that she was getting ready for a date.
"I wish I had something to do tonight," said Karen. I just feel so damned bored."
"Why don't you go the GIGIF? You might meet some interesting guys there."
"Maybe. What does it mean, anyway?" she asked.
"God, I'm glad it's Friday," Tammy told her.
"Well, I'm really not. But maybe I will go after all. It will sure be better than staying around here. Julie's off on another wild weekend, and everyone else has a date."
"Sure, go. I went a lot and I met a few really nice guys there." Tammy waved and left to finish dressing for her date. Karen didn't know whether she should go or not. To solve the matter she flipped a coin.
"Heads I go, tails I don't," she said out loud. The penny came up heads. "Well, that settles it. And I'd better stop talking to myself, before someone comes and puts me away."
She went to dinner, and then directly to the Grill. By the time she arrived the room was packed. She could hardly move. She ran into a boy in one of her classes and danced with him a couple of times. But she didn't like him. The feel of her body pressed tightly against his reminded her of Tom. And compared to Tom, the boy was nothing at all.
There were too many people in too small a place. The music was deafening, and no nice boys who interested her appeared. She walked into the bathroom to hide from the noise and found another girl doing much the same thing.
"Hell, I think I just might be too old for this kind of shit," the girl said. "My name is Jennifer, and you look about as happy as I do. Why don't we go someplace quiet and talk? I haven't met any girls yet."
"That will be fine," said Karen. The two girls left the Grill and went to a quiet Italian restaurant around the corner. They ordered a pizza and then Jennifer began to talk.
"I'm too old for a freshman, really. But I spent a couple of years in Los Angeles, living in one of those swinging singles apartments and working."
"Oh really?" asked Karen enthusiastically. "Tell me all about it. I've always been curious about those places and all."
"Sure, I'd love to. But you have to promise not to interrupt. I get confused and sidetracked and generally fucked up! It's kind of weird, but that's how it goes."
"I won't say a word. I promise." Karen told the girl.
"All my life I dreamed of moving to a big city on my own. I come from a small town and it's a drag.
"I always felt out of it there anyway. All the other girls were so damned prissy. They used to talk about how terrible the guys were for trying to make it with them. But hell, I loved the feel of a guy's hands all over me, touching my hair and face and tits. The trouble was, the guys would never fuck me. They told me that I was a nice girl, and they didn't want to ruin me.
"I'll tell you, I was frustrated as all hell. Of course, I knew what happened to the girls who gave in back home. No one would have much to do with them anymore. Oh, some of the boys would still take them out, but no place nice. And other girls wouldn't talk to them at all. It was really hell for a girl who fucked.
"So I knew that I had to move. I just didn't like the way they acted about sex. My parents never told me to go get fucked but they never said that it was dirty, either. In fact, they were always saying how great it was. Of course, they meant if you were married but I just ignored that part of it.
"When I finished high school I told them that I wanted to leave. I didn't tell them why, just that the town was kind of stuffy. I think they agreed with me. Anyway, they said fine and gave me a car and some money. I'm just telling you all that so you won't think that I'm some crackpot who ran away or something. I'm not. I still get along fine with my folks, although I'm sure that they have no idea of what kind of life I lead.
"So I moved into Los Angeles. I liked the warm weather, and it wasn't all that far away from home. For the first two weeks I stayed at the Y and looked for a job. It wasn't hard to find one.
"In fact, I got a very good job with a large firm because I could type and my shorthand was good.
I even beat out girls who had been to college. My only disappointment was my boss. I had been dying to work for a real sexy man who would chase me around the desk. Instead, I wound up working for a woman.
"One nice thing, though. She told me about the apartments for singles. I'd read about them in the paper and all but I was a little nervous about going to one. I guess I half expected to be raped the minute I walked in the door. As it turned out, I was half right but I didn't mind it a bit.
"As I looked at the place, I knew that it was for me. It was pretty expensive, but what the hell, I didn't have that much else to spend my money on. Besides, the place was gorgeous. All the apartments had carpeting and most of them were furnished with nice stuff. Of course, the best part was the atmosphere. There is a tennis court, pool, pool room, sauna and golf course right near my room. I finally decided to get a one room apartment but it had everything I could ever want.
"I moved in a few' hours after I saw the place. As soon as I unpacked some of my junk, I put on my skimpiest bikini and headed for the pool. I had noticed a lot of guys out there before and I figured they hadn't disappeared. For all my new experiences, I still had my cherry and I wanted to get rid of it as soon as I could.
"The pool was still pretty crowded. There were a lot of girls there too, but as I said I'm pretty and well built so I wasn't too worried about the competition. I found an empty lounge chair, sat down, and waited. I didn't have to wait very long.
" 'Hi there. When did you move in?' "I looked up and saw one of the best looking guys I'd ever seen. He had light hair that looked like it had been bleached by the sun and a deep dark tan that brought out the deep blue of his eyes. He was wearing a skimpy suit and the outline of his prick was clearly visible. To put it bluntly, he turned me on. As his eyes went all over my body I could feel the skin tighten on my nipples and my cunt begin to quiver.
"Along with the way he looked, he seemed like a pretty nice guy. He didn't make any pass or anything but I could tell that he sure wanted to.
"We talked for a while about work and shit like that. He was some kind of an engineer. I'm not too good at stuff like that so I just listened and nodded once in a while. Things weren't going anywhere so I told him that I had to go back to my room to unpack.
" 'Want some help?' From the tone of his voice, I got the idea that he wasn't exactly interested in unpacking but he sure was in some other things. I told him that would be fine.
"When we got to my place I started feeling kind of dumb and naive. I couldn't even offer him a drink. Besides that, I realized that he was a lot older than I was. At least five years and it seemed like a big difference. God, was I dumb.
"Luckily he was nice. I did do some unpacking and he put some things away on the high shelves. Then we sat down and started to talk again.
" 'You know, you're one of the sexiest chicks I've seen in a long time.' "I didn't know what to say. So I just thanked him and wondered what would come next.
" 'You aren't scared of me, now are you? I wouldn't hurt you for the world. I just thought that we might have a little fun together, if you know what I mean.' "My eyes looked down at his dork and I knew exactly what he meant. He was already hard and ready to go.
"Of course, right then I felt just a little bit scared. I mean, it's one thing to imagine a fat cock like that buried inside of me. But once it was finally ready to happen, well, I was scared. I mean, his cock was so big and thick and my hole was so small.
"But then he kissed me and pressed his body up close against mine. My breasts flattened against his chest and his hands fumbled with the buttons of the top of my bikini. It came loose and he pulled it down. As I fell to the floor he stared at my tits.
"Then he started to touch them, running his hands over them. My nipples were sticking out like strawberries and took one in each hand and rolled them around his fingers. I was so turned on that I could hardly breathe.
"He took my hand and put it over his rod. I squeezed it carefully and then pulled down his suit. It was even bigger than I'd thought. But then I was past all fear and caring. My cunny was on fire and all I wanted was to feel him up inside me.
"Things moved a lot faster then. In a flash we were on my bed, both of us naked. We held each other, our bodies pressed tightly together. His hands were all over me and I just love it. Finally they went down in between my legs.
"He covered my whole pussy with his hand, pressing his palm down hard on my clit. I felt it jump into action, start to swell and shake. My slit felt so empty that I couldn't stand it. I was aching for something to fill that empty hole of mine.
"His fingers did a second later. He fingered me for only a minute. When he felt how sopping wet I was he knew that I was more than ready for his cock. And by then I was. I wasn't a bit scared, either. I knew that his lovely joint couldn't possibly hurt me.
"He straddled me quickly and guided his pole to the entrance of my cavern. He pushed down on it and his cock slid in easily. It didn't hurt one bit! In fact, from the time that he first went inside me I felt nothing but the most intense pleasure. When he started ramming his dork in and out I really went wild. I loved the tight fit, and the way it kept sliding around in my cunt.
"Naturally, I wasn't just lying there. I quickly learned how to move back and forth with him, to meet every thrust with one of my own. Part of the time I even wrapped my legs tightly around his back and pulled him in even farther.
"It was all so wonderful, and I just loved every second of it. It seemed to go on forever, and at the same time it was over much too soon. His strokes came faster and he was in and out of me as hard and fast as a jack hammer. After a little of that I felt his cock start to jerk. Then my pussy was full of his hot cream.
"As soon as I felt his juice gushing into me my hole started to act like it had a mind of its own. I started to spasm and contract, holding and grabbing and sucking his prick with my cunt lips. And it was doing such wonderful things to the rest of my body, too. I felt just marvelous and I loved every second of it.
"He rolled off me and lay down next to me, pulling me over so that my head was resting on his chest. It was so nice to be close together like that, our bodies touching at every possible point.
He stroked me and hugged me tight, whispering in my ear, telling me what a great lay I was. And I enjoyed that too. I didn't bother telling him it was my first time--I don't think he would have believed me.
"After a little while we got dressed and he took me out to dinner. It was fun, but what I wanted more than anything else was to go back to bed and screw all over again. So when he offered to take me to a movie I just hemmed and hawed until he got the message.
"It was even better the second time. I was much more relaxed, and so was he. As soon as we got to my apartment I put my hand on his cock and we took it from there. That time I kept coming and coming. I wondered if it was normal, since I didn't know that much about it. But I didn't care, either. I loved the way waves of climaxes kept on sweeping my body. And Jim loved it too. He told me that it made him feel like the greatest lover on earth. For a while, I thought he was.
Jim and I dated for about two weeks. I didn't go out with anyone else and neither did he. We spent every minute together. He couldn't get over how eager I was for sex all the time and jokingly called me his little nympho. He was really a nice guy, and great in bed.
"The trouble started when he started talking about getting married. Hell, that was the last thing in the world that I wanted. If that was all I wanted to do I could have stayed at home. I wanted to experience everything that I could, that life had to offer.
"I tried explaining it to him but he didn't understand. The only thing that really got through was the fact that I wanted to sleep with other men. And he didn't like that one bit. So he stopped asking me out and calling. I missed him for a few days but I wasn't about to get trapped.
"It was easy finding another guy. All I had to do was go out and sit by the pool alone. Before ten minutes went by there were three of them sitting near me and trying to make dates.
"I did get the feeling that Jim had talked and all three knew that I was more than willing to fuck. But that didn't bother me. After all, it was true.
"My biggest problem was deciding. They were all nice looking and I would have been more than willing to sleep with any of them. But not all at once.
"I finally decided on Greg. He wasn't any better looking than the other two but he had an aura of sophistication that I really dug. Besides, to tell the truth, while they weren't looking I checked them all out below the belt and it looked like he had the biggest cock.
"The other two took their disappointment pretty well. I told them maybe some other time and I meant it. I didn't want to get tied down at all.
"So Greg and I went up to my place. I was getting pretty turned on and so was he. We were alone in the elevator going up and I just couldn't keep my hands away from the bulge that kept growing larger. By the time we got to my place we were both breathing pretty hard.
"We got out of our suits fast. He took a good long look at my body and gave a short whistle. I was glad that he liked me. Then his hands started exploring, working over every single inch of my hot flesh. By the time he got down in between my legs I thought that I was going to die. I was so hot that my pussy was completely drenched with thick, gooey cream. I could feel it gushing out and running down the inside of my thighs.
"Greg felt it too, and smiled at me as though he had some kind of secret on his mind.
"Then we lay down and kissed and I forgot everything but the hot pulsating of his long, thick cock. I took it in my hand and held it tight, knowing that soon it would be inside my body, driving in and out and making me wild with passion.
"He started kissing me then, my neck and throat and tits until I felt ready to scream. I loved the feel of his soft lips on my body but I was more interested in feeling his hot cock inside. At least that's what I was thinking then.
"But his lips kept going farther and farther down my body until they were in between my legs. I felt his tongue dart out of his mouth and lick up some of the cream while his hot breath flooded the inside of my pussy lips. It felt wonderful and more exciting than almost anything else that had ever happened to me.
"His mouth got closer and closer to my cunt. Finally he covered my cavern with it and began exploring with his tongue. It drove me right up the wall. It was just so damned wonderful, having his tongue in there licking my pussy. He found my throbbing love knob very quickly and licked it off too until I started coming. I just couldn't help myself. It was all so wonderful.
"As soon as he felt the first tremor of my cunny, Greg snaked his tongue further back and rammed it into my hole. I felt my pussy lips grab it hard and try to keep it inside while I finished coming. But I just couldn't control his writhing, teasing snake. He kept on tongue fucking me the whole time I was coming, driving me into the best climax I'd ever had.
"I couldn't believe all the tides that kept on sweeping my body. I felt like I was totally lost in a foggy sea of sensuality that I couldn't get out of. Not that I wanted to, either. It was just wild, the way the waves kept sweeping through my body, starting down in my cunt. I wasn't aware of anything but that wonderful feeling in my body. Nothing else existed for me at all.
"I don't remember how many times I came while he was going down on me but it must have been close to fifty. It was just terrific.
"And after I calmed down, he fucked me. After all those climaxes I wasn't sure if I could even respond. But once his piece of meat got inside me the whole wonderful thing started all over again.
I came and came until I was almost ready to pass out. I gave Greg a pretty good time, too. He told me later on that I was one of the best lays he'd ever made it with. Maybe I should have been insulted because of the way that he put it, but I wasn't. After all, it's what I'd always wanted to be.
"I guess I dated just about all the guys in the building, and slept with most of them. I really dug the freedom and all that. But hell, my job was kind of a drag. I looked around for another one, and all the places were much better. But they all wanted someone with a college degree. So here I am. You can talk now."
"That's good," said Karen with a smile. She thought how shocked she would have been if she'd met Jennifer a few months ago. 'How do you like it here?" she asked the older girl.
"It's okay. But the guys are something else. I mean, really. I'm just used to older guys, with a smoother approach, I guess. These college kids come on like animals. No timing, no nothing. I've let a couple screw me, and they aren't too damned good."
"Why not?" asked Karen.
"They have no control. They put it in, wiggle it around a few times, and then come. They're just too fast."
"All of them?" asked Karen, suddenly remembering how long Tom managed to stay hard inside her soft cunt.
"Only the one's I've let fuck me. I'm sure there must be guys who are great in the kip. I just haven't met them yet. But don't worry I'll keep looking."
"Well, good luck," said Karen, really meaning it. Even though she knew that she would never be that hot for sex the fact that Jennifer was didn't bother her at all.
The girls finished their pizza and went their separate ways. Karen had the feeling that they probably wouldn't meet again, and the fact didn't bother her too much. After all, Jennifer was a little too old for her.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"I suppose you think you have a right to fuck me up," Karen said angrily, "just because you're some big football hero!"
Tom chuckled and gave Karen's firm, ripe ass cheeks a pinch.
"Well, you gotta admit, being a football star entitles me to a helluva lot. I've done pretty well so far, you know."
"Yes, I do know. My cunt knows it and I wonder how many other cunts know it just as well!"
It was late afternoon and Karen and Tom had joined some of his pals for the cocktail hour at his favorite off campus bar. Karen had stood by and watched the hero treatment that he had gotten all during the time they were there... treatment that fell on the same order as any he ever got, no matter where they went. There was very little difference it seemed between the wild enthusiastic cheering that Tom got from the stands as he ran for this goal or that and the glad-handing and "Let me buy you another drink" routine that he got outside the stadium.
And then there were the girls. They looked at him and tried to get close to him just like they were hot for a good fuck from Tom Barton. As if his cock and his thick come was something special that the other guys on campus didn't have.
The boys too, they weren't that much different. And Karen had heard all about boys' interest in athletes and athletics. Sometimes, the adoration that went along with the young boy's interest in this player or that developed into something more... something sexual.
An awful lot of guys were homos just for athletes, Karen had heard. And not only did they remain fans but they also trained and became good athletes themselves... just to be able to be close to other male bodies without anyone saying anything about it! So this was Karen's competition, and she resented the fact that Tom played it to the hilt! He did nothing to turn off the attentions of the girls or the boys, although in the latter case Karen knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Tom didn't respond to them.
He just enjoyed all the hero worship.
Then, when it was time to head back, Karen had felt some of the anger start to swell up inside her. She had thought of the sexing Tom had gotten out of her, and she began to wonder if she hadn't let herself be used by this magnificent male specimen... let herself willingly be fucked!
They stopped just beyond a grove of trees at the edge of the campus.
"Come behind the trees," Tom said. "We can talk."
Karen did as she was told.
"Okay. So we're here. What do you want to talk about."
"Just this. It seems like something's bugging you about me and football."
"No. It's just... well...."
, "I can tell you just what it is. You fell for me because of my being the star quarterback, and now you resent it, don't you?"
"Well, I..
"Sure you do. I know your type. You study and try your damnedest to make the dean's list and all that sort of crap, and you just end up looking down your nose at guys like me who have to make it on the football teams... and on scholarship yet!"
The words cut into Karen. They cut deeply, mainly because Tom had hit the nail right on the head. She did resent his being able to take such a nice, cushy, free ride while all the others had to work and study and still sometimes fail.
It was generally known that the athletes could do no wrong. They really didn't have to worry about studying... as if their practice schedule could even permit such a thing. No, they were the school heroes. They were responsible for keeping the alumni dollars rolling in, and keeping the money coming in at the stadium ticket office, and for giving the school the kind of prestige it so eagerly sought from all directions.
"Shit Karen," Tom spit out, "don't you think I'd like to be a normal guy instead of... well, you know what they call us."
Karen shook her head. She knew that the nonathletes referred to them as animals.
Animals.
Sexual animals, yes. Otherwise...
"I could tell you stuff I've seen in the locker rooms that would turn your stomach. I really mean it. The bookies, and the hoods, and the guys who come in with pistols in their pockets... and they all want the same thing.
"They want our flesh, damn their souls! They bet on our bodies and then expect us to go out there and win or lose for them! And just to make sure that some of the guys keep on their side, well, I suppose you know about their tricks."
"Tricks?"
"You are kinda out of it, aren't you? I mean the hard stuff. Horse. Heroin. They get some of the guys hooked on the junk and then what else can they do but give them what they want.
"And sometimes they want a blow job. if you can believe that! Oh yeah! They think it's really the nuts to get the big athlete down on his knees and sucking their cocks! And some of those fuckin' guys... I've seen them pull back at the last second and just shoot their loads right over the guy's face! I mean, can you believe that?" Karen realized that she could believe it. Being close to Tom had made her see athletics in a new light. Sex, drugs, perversion, gambling, blackmail... these were the things that made up the great all-American sports.
"Fuck it, Karen," Tom suddenly said quietly. "My old man... dad, he's a mailman back in our home town. You know what mail men make? You can guess!
"Is that what I was supposed to be heading for? I couldn't get out of high school if it hadn't been for football. And I couldn't have afforded to come here if it hadn't been for football. So when it all comes down to it, what could I have had for a future if it hadn't been for football?"
Suddenly Karen felt her heart go out to this boy. even if he had copped her cherry with as much feeling as picking up just another trophy. She began to see a little of what went on in the other part of the world... the part that had heretofore been unfamiliar to her.
"Oh Tom," she said gently, and leaned forward to kiss him. "I want to help you. I want to take care of you...."
He looked at her steadily for a moment before replying.
"Okay. Then suck my cock."
"What?"
She recoiled in horror.
"That's right," he said with assurance. "I want you to suck my dick."
She stared at him for a long moment, her lips working silently. Then she started to get up. And as she did this Tom pulled her back down. He reached for her hand and grasped it tightly, then brought it down to his crotch where Karen could feel the long hardness of his staff through his pants.
"S-s-s-suck your c-c-cock," she stammered, hardly able to believe her ears. "Why, I wouldn't do such a dirty thing. Putting this... this thing in my mouth, no, I won't do it!"
"Oh yes you will, my pretty. You want to do it, and you know it," he said confidently, and then forced her hand to squeeze around his thick hard salami.
And suddenly something clicked inside Karen. She felt the throbbing and trembling in Tom's dork, and before she knew what had happened she had unzipped his pants and brought his iron prong out into the open.
"That's it baby," he said gently, "now chow down good."
Karen contemplated the long, hard wand for a moment or two, and then felt herself drawn toward it. But then she veered slightly off course and pressed her face down into his thicket of kinky crotch hair. She moved more and more of his clothes out of the way so that she had a clear and unobstructed approach to his pubic region, and then when this was accomplished she breathed deeply, inhaling his musky crotchy scent.
Something powerful was going on inside the girl, and in her mind the act of cock sucking was no longer a repulsive thing to consider. As a matter of fact it had her blood boiling with heady excitement and anticipation.
"Oh, suck my prick good," Tom asked, "suck me good baby."
But little did he know that Karen needed no such advice or encouragement. She was off on cloud nine as she contemplated his genitals... his long dork and his lemon balls.
At the tip of his dork was a thick, mushroomlike apple head, and this was very gently sucked between her lips. As soon as she did this she felt a shudder run through Tom's body as her velvety wet mouth sent shivers up and down his hard muscled length.
Her mouth closed around his bone, and her tongue began to do exciting things to him. She flicked it this way and that across his engorged length just like a crazy erotic butterfly. And then she pushed and probed and tried to work her tongue right up into the slit from which all his cream would pour.
It took only a few minutes of this before Tom was moaning and groaning and generally carrying on like a threshing machine. And the more he did this the more excited she got. Her head began to bob up and down like a piston, and Tom's great dork was wet and glistening with the moisture from her mouth.
"Ooooooh," he moaned, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"
And then he placed his hands down on Karen's head to keep her from pulling back when he shot his load. But he didn't have to do that because Karen was thirsty for his juice.
And then, after another minute or so, Tom humped himself up and jammed his cock deep down Karen's throat. A second later and a thick steady stream of his cream poured from his stem and Karen drank this down thirstily.
Then, as she pulled back from the finished blow job, her stomach did a few flip-flops and she puked. Her mind reeled with the disgust of what she'd done and she puked again and again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Karen looked down at her desk and tried to figure out what to do about Tom. It seemed that she couldn't stay away from him. Whenever he called, she went out with him.
And then, she thought, as soon as he touches me I'm lost. For some reason I just can't seem to resist. As soon as I see him, or even hear his voice, my panties get sopping wet and I have that awful itch down in my pussy.
Oh hell, I don't know what to do. There must be something. If only I could stop myself from going out with him. That would settle it once and for all. And I think I would feel better if only I didn't like it so much. But I do. Once I feel his cock inside me something goes off in my head. Something that I can't seem to control at all and I just don't know what to do.
Karen heard voices coming from the room next door and decided to visit Tammy and Angie. She realized that trying to study would do no good at all.
"Hi Karen," they said. "This is Lynn. She's from upstairs."
"Hi, Lynn," said Karen. She looked at the girl and smiled. Lynn looked very wholesome, just the type of girl that the Bakers would love to meet.
"Hi. God, what a day. I'm so bored I could scream. Do you ever have days like that?"
"Sure," said Karen.
"I think I need a new guy. If I only knew where to meet one," Tammy said mournfully.
"What's the matter?" asked Karen. "I thought you were going out a lot."
"Oh, I am. But nothing clicks. The sex is fine, but I guess I miss having something more. Once in a while I look at those ads for computer dating and wonder what that would be like."
"I tried it a couple of summers ago," said Lynn. "Really?" exclaimed Tammy. "What was it like? Tell us all about it."
"Kind of interesting. But this could take all night."
"We've got the time," said Karen with curiosity. "Start talking. We won't interrupt at all."
"Okay, you asked for it. I'd been having a rotten summer. No groovy guys at all. Oh, some of them were nice enough to me but there was no real-spark. Nothing clicked. Oh, one did, but he decided to go to Peru to look for gold or something like that. Really far out.
"Of course, that left me even further up the creek. Even if he was a little dippy he was marvelous in bed. There was just something about the way he went down on me that drove me out of my mind.
"I knew that if I didn't find a replacement I'd be going out of my mind pretty fast. I hate to pick up stray men in bars and I knew there must be a better way. So I was thinking about finding someone when I noticed the ad for the computer dating service in the paper. It was just a little deal that wanted you to send away for a questionnaire or something. I figured what the hell and mailed the thing in.
"I forget about it, so when a big, thick package arrived it took a minute to figure out what it was. I opened it and just about died. I mean, there were twenty pages of questions. I couldn't believe it! After all, I only wanted a date, not a husband.
"I looked it over and wondered if it was really worth it. But I hadn't met anyone so I picked up a pencil and started to fill it out. They wanted to know everything about me. What I looked like, what I liked to do, whether or not I was willing to screw. Not that they asked that last one quite like that. What they wanted to know was if I considered myself a moral person. I put yes. Then there were a bunch of questions about sex--did I think it was important, necessary, and did I have any feelings against it. "Of course they worded it a lot better than I did, but the implication was clear--would I put out? I wasn't too sure just how to answer the damned thing. I mean, a guy to sleep with was just what I was looking for. But I wasn't sure if I should tell the computer that or not. Hell, instead of a date that could send the vice squad to keep an eye on me instead.
"But I finally answered the questions as honestly as I could. After all, they could match me up with a real winner, a guy that I could have some great times with if they knew what I wanted. And hell, I was paying fifteen bucks so I might as well get my money's worth.
"It took me over an hour to just fill out the damned form. Then, before I had time to change my mind, I mailed it. I gave it a little pat for good luck and sent it on its way.
"Of course, I didn't just sit around every day to get an answer. They were supposed to send me the names of the guys, and then the guys were supposed to call. Ten of them. I couldn't wait.
"In the meantime though my cunt was itching pretty bad. Every time I saw a good looking guy I could feel my clit twitch just a little and my tits get all hard. I knew that if I didn't find someone soon I'd be going out of my head.
"So I went to a little bar near where I live. It was a cute place, sort of homey looking. They had a pretty good band, though. I sat down and ordered a drink and checked out the head. It was getting pretty crowded. A lot of guys brought dates but there were a few cute stray ones here and there. Finally one of them walked over and asked me to dance.
"So we danced for a while. He was nice, I guess. We tried to talk but we couldn't find anything to talk about. Besides, the band was so loud that we couldn't have heard each other, anyway.
"He did have a good body and he was looking me over like he liked what he saw. Finally the band played a slow number and he took me in his arms and held me tight.
"I swear, I was ready to rape him on the spot. But instead, I just worked my hips round and round until I felt his cock begin to stir just a little. Then I stopped. For all I knew he could have a very short fuse and I wanted to save it all for my bedroom. "He knew damned well that I wanted it. By then he did too so he paid the check and we left. I took him to my place, hoping that he wasn't a real loony.
"As soon as we got inside the living room we were in a tight clinch. His hands were all over my body, my tits and legs and all. He even gave me a few feels underneath my skirt. It was driving me crazy.
"I worked my hand down in between his legs and unzipped his fly. Then I took his dork out and played with it just a little. I'm not sure just what happened then because the next thing I knew the two of us were heading for my bedroom, scattering our clothes on the way. I could feel my cream gushing out of me as we kept on moving.
"We made it to the bed okay. I lay down and he climbed right on. I wasn't too crazy about that. I mean, I like it when I get my tits sucked and all the rest of it. But it had been weeks and I was desperate so I just let it pass.
"He had a good sized cock. I only caught a short glimpse of it before he slid it into my pussy. I was more than ready for him. In a way I'd been waiting for weeks.
"God, did that dork of his feel good inside me! It filled me up with its heat and thickness until I felt ready to burst wide open and scream with passion. He started running it in and out of me very slowly, sinking his anchor in again and again so that I could feel every lovely inch going down, down, down inside my body.
"Suddenly I had an urgent feeling. I wanted him to hurry up, so that I could feel his cock pounding into my soft flesh. I started to move, to thrust my cunt up on his cock to make him hurry. He got the message and worked faster and faster until I felt his prick explode inside of me, filling my cavern with his hot white cream.
"It was just a little too soon for me. I was on the very brink of coming but I needed just a little something to help me over the edge. I wrapped my legs around his back and worked myself up and down on his slowly dying cock so that my clit was brushing against it. After another minute I came.
"It was heavenly, feeling the spasms and contractions wrack my body with total delight. I came again and again until I was just too tired to move.
"When I came back down to earth the guy was looking at me funny.
" 'You castrating bitch, you're like all the rest. You have to run the whole damned show.' His eyes looked mean and I wondered what the hell I'd let myself in for. He looked mad enough to hit me over the head.
"So I tried to calm him down, telling him what a terrific guy he was and what a wonderful prick he had. I touched it a couple of times, lovingly, while I felt scared to death. I was waiting for him to call me a phony and beat the shit out of me. But he didn't. Instead, he just lay there with a happy look on his face. I guess he really liked the way my fingers kept going over his cock head.
"But I was still a little scared and I wanted to get rid of him before he changed his mind and decided that maybe I wasn't such a nice girl after all. So I made up some story about my roommate coming home soon. He got the message and got up and dressed.
" 'I don't think I'll call you again, so don't bother waiting around, Lynn. You're nothing but a cheap pick-up.' With those tender words he stomped out the door. I let out a sigh of relief and locked it after him.
"I made up my mind then that I would never pick up a guy in a bar again. I didn't think he was dangerous but he might have been. I love to fuck, but getting my head bashed in wasn't part of the deal.
"About a week later, I got the list of my dates. There were ten of them and they all lived in the city. I tried to imagine what they would look like and how well they were hung. I couldn't wait for the first one to call me and wondered how long it would take.
"A few days later he called. His name was Ron and he told me that I was at the top of his list. I thought that was nice and said so. Then the conversation died for a minute while we both tried to figure out what to say. It was like a blind date without having the people who fixed you up to talk about.
"Finally he asked me to have lunch with him the next day. I said yes and that was that. He had a nice voice, kind of low and sexy. I guess he asked for the lunch date so that he wouldn't be stuck with me for a whole evening if I turned out to be a dud. That was fine with me, since I'd never met him either.
"Naturally I got dressed very carefully for our lunch date. I had an extra vacation day from work so I took it then, thinking that if everything went well we just might wind up in bed. I couldn't see me turning it down to go back to work, for God's sake.
"Anyway, I wore one of my shortest mini's. It showed off my legs very nicely. I was tempted to wear something low in front, to show off my big tits, but I decided not to. It seemed too brazen, if you know what I mean. Besides, if we were supposed to be so well matched, I figured he'd have the sense to make a pass without needing that much of an invitation.
"We met in the park. He recognized me right away from the description I'd given him. His name was on a little badge from work anyway, so I would have found him. He was nice looking--nothing really special. But I hadn't expected a movie star, after all. I looked at his crotch while he wasn't watching me but his pants were too loose to really tell how big his dork was. Even though size doesn't make a difference if the guy is good in bed, if he's lousy it really helps a lot.
"Naturally, the first thing we talked about was trying to figure out why the computer matched us up. We tried to remember all the questions on the form. Of course we couldn't possibly. Oddly enough, from the questions that we could remember we couldn't see why on earth they had matched us up at all. At least until we got to the sex part.
"He was the one who brought up that part of it first. I had wanted to mention it but I just didn't have the nerve. I mean, asking someone what his sexual attitudes are over lunch did seem a little strange.
" 'I, uh, wanted a real modern girl, if you know what I mean.' Then his eyes went over my tits and seemed to get under my skirt and strip me naked. I knew what he meant.
"So I told him that I was about as modern as they came. He grinned and after that we both relaxed a little. In a way, it was sort of spooky sitting there with him. Hell, I'd just about promised to sleep with him and I barely knew him. That wasn't the spooky part, though. What was weird was the thought that we had all kinds of things in common that we didn't know about. I kept expecting him to come up with something that would really click in my mind. But he didn't.
"I don't guess it mattered very much. After all, I was much more interested in finding a guy with a good prick than a good mind. Oh, someday I guess I'll want to settle down and all that shit and need a man I really get along with. But for now, I'm just after fun and games."
"Then he was good in bed?" asked Tammy.
"He sure was. He could last for half an hour at least."
"And ten minutes after he came he'd be ready to go all over again. Yum."
"Do you still see him?" asked Karen.
"Well, no."
"Why not?" asked Angie.
"God, Angie," said Tammy. "You sure are nosy."
"I'm sorry," apologized Angie.
"It's okay. Hell, after all the stuff I've told you I guess you have the right to know the end."
"Well, then tell us," said Angie.
"We didn't get along. That computer sure fucked things up when it matched us. We didn't have much of anything in common, except for fucking."
"Wasn't that enough?" asked Tammy.
"Not for a long term thing. You know, the kind of thing you said you were looking for."
"Oh well. It seemed like a good idea. I guess I'll have to look somewhere else."
"It might work for you," said Lynn. "I mean, most of our differences were in things that weren't on the questionnaire, now that I think about it."
"Then maybe I will try it."
"What happened to your boyfriend?" asked Karen. "I remember you said you had one at another school."
"Oh, him He's still at that other school, and not doing me a damn bit of good. I'm thinking about breaking up with him." Angie and Karen both started laughing then.
"By God, that's a good idea," said Angie.
"Well look, I was sure crazy about him. But I don't think there's any such thing as having only one person that you can be crazy about."
"You mean there are others?" asked Karen. "Sure. I'll bet I could find a guy in every state of the union that would turn me on and make me happy. It's just a matter of sifting them all out."
"Well, good luck," said Karen. "I've got to go now. There's a mess of studying I just have to do tonight. Nice meeting you, Lynn."
Karen walked back into her room and shut the door. She didn't want to be disturbed for a while.
The girl lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She thought about Lynn, and how wholesome she had seemed.
Oh, the hell with it, thought Karen. It's just too damned confusing for me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Karen sat in the Student Union cafeteria, waiting for Angie to meet her for lunch. Every once in a while the dining hall food got to be too much of a drag so Karen had lunch out.
She nibbled on her pizza, wondering what had happened to Angie. Then she saw her moving toward the table. It seemed as though she was leading two hippies over, but Karen wasn't quite sure.
"Hi Karen. Sorry I'm late. This is Jeanne and this is Sue. They were in my last class so I dragged them along with me."
"Hi," said Karen shyly. They were the first hippies she had actually met, and she didn't quite know what to say to them. The girls both had long brown hair and wore tee shirts with frayed jeans.
"Hi," said Jeanne. "Look, why don't we go and get some food? We'll be right back."
"Okay," said Karen. Then she watched the three girls leave. She wondered what Jeanne and Sue were like. If they dressed decently, she thought, they would be awfully pretty. But I guess they are comfortable like that.
The three girls returned with their food and sat down. For a few minutes no one said too much as they all ate.
"I sure wish there was a cheap health food store around here," said Sue.
"Why?" asked Karen.
"So we could get some good food. This stuff is just junk." She looked at the remainder of her pizza in disgust, although she had been wolfing it down a few seconds before.
"I don't know too much about health foods," admitted Angie.
"They are pure, " Jeanne told her. "No insecticides, grown organically. And they haven't had all the protein taken out of them by overprocessing."
"Then why aren't all foods like that?" asked Karen.
"Money, mostly," Sue told her. "It's too much trouble, they say. And, of course, no preservatives are used, and that bugs establishment types."
"I've got a groovy idea," said Jeanne. "Why can't we get some of the kids together and picket the dining hall? Ask that some organic foods be brought in!"
"Out of sight!" exclaimed Sue.
"But couldn't that cause a lot of trouble?" asked Karen.
"So what? Changes have to be made," Jeanne told her seriously.
"Yes, but isn't there an easier way? I mean, just telling the student government or something."
"Oh, sure. But do you know what would happen?" asked Sue.
"No." said Karen and Angie together.
"First of all, we would have to get on the fucking calendar," Jeanne said venomously. "That would take at least three months. After that, when we finally said our piece, they would appoint some kind of dippy committee to investigate. They'd do it, and then wait another three months or so to get back on the damned calendar. By then, school would be over and we would have to start again next year."
"There's no faster way?" asked Karen doubtfully.
"Hell no. Oh, we could start by getting a petition signed. But that would take a while. It might prove that we had more kids with us, but it wouldn't speed things up any more," explained Sue.
"Wow. That's really rough," said Angie.
"But if you do picket, isn't there a chance that there will be some kind of a riot?"
"Right on, baby. And you know why?" asked Jeanne.
"Not really. It seems like kind of an extreme reaction. Why should anyone violently object to having health food around?" asked Karen.
"They don't. But once the straight types see us picketing they start to get bugged. We really mess their minds. I don't know why, but they feel threatened."
"And so," chimed in Jeanne, "they start their own picket lines, picketing our pickets. Then, sooner or later, the fuzz gets called in. And then all hell breaks loose when the pigs start breaking heads."
"All that just over some food," said Angie.
"It's not the food, it's the principle of the thing. Look, we have the right to dissent, right?" asked Sue.
"Yes," said Karen. "But don't you think that it's up to you to decide when to use that right? Do you think it would be worth a riot just to get the food?"
"But shit," said Jeanne, "why shouldn't we be able to tell the school what we want? Do you think things are so damned perfect around here?"
"No," confessed Karen. "But don't you sometimes feel that there's a big, master plan just using kids like you?"
"Oh, man. A real Bircher. No, we're not commies. Shit, in Russia we'd have a snow ball's chance in hell. We believe in freedom, that's all. And a true democracy." Jeanne looked at the other girls, waiting for another challenge.
"In other words," Sue explained, "when you see those 'America--Change It or Lose It' stickers, think of us. Because that's just how we feel."
"Still, I don't think it's the right way to do it. I mean, what if someone dies?" asked Angie.
"It won't be our fault," said Jeanne. "Look, we-don't want a riot. We just want some decent food. All the same, if that's what it takes to get it, because of the way this school is set up, that's tough."
"Besides," chimed in Sue, "it might change a few things. Things beside the food situation. If there was any way that we could really sit down and rap with the guys in charge things might be cool. But they won't talk to us."
"Have you ever tried?" asked Karen.
"Sure. This is my third year here," said Jeanne. "In my first year I tried to see the Dean of Women about something. I didn't like the way the curfew crap was set up."
"Did you see her?" asked Angie.
"Yep. For exactly five seconds. I explained the problem and she gave me the answer."
"What was it?" asked Karen.
" 'If you want something like that changed, you have to work through the proper channels. Take it up at your dorm meeting. And now, if you will excuse me... So I left. Who the hell wants to listen to that kind of shit?"
"What happened with the curfews?" asked Angie.
"I'll tell you," said Sue. "Last year we all marched up and down in front of the office buildings. It was groovy. There weren't too many hecklers, either. No one wanted to argue with our position."
"And then they changed it?" asked Karen.
"That's right. So when you're spending the night fucking with your guy you have us to thank for it."
"Thanks," said Angie.
"Then you really think that's the only way to get any changes made?" asked Karen.
"It sure looks like it," Jeanne and Sue told her. Karen would have liked to have talked to the girls longer but she had a class. She left the Union thinking quite a bit differently than she ever had before.
Karen sat in her class and tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but it all went right over her head. She thought about Sue and Jeanne, and wondered how many more girls there were like them. They were willing to risk a riot for what they believed in.
When Karen returned to the dorm, a group of girls were gathered in the room next door. Angie and Tammy were both there, along with Marcia and Kay, who lived across the hall.
"What's up?" Karen asked as she walked into the room.
"Have a seat," said Tammy. "We were just talking about Women's Lib. What do you think?"
"I don't know," said Karen. "It all seems pretty silly to me. Burning bras and stuff like that."
"That's the problem," said Marcia. "It's not all like that. But the weirdo things get a lot of publicity so they get into the paper."
"Then what's it all about?" asked Karen.
"We want equality with men, that's all," explained Kay. "If we do equal work, then we want the same pay scale. Otherwise, it's totally unfair."
"Besides," said Marcia, "we are tired of being sex objects."
"Oh, I don't mind that a bit," said Angie. "There's nothing I like better than to have a guy look me over and think he'd love to fuck me."
"Oh, Angie," said Karen. "Don't you want them to think more of you than just that?"
"Not especially. At least not now. But look, I think some of it is okay. But I don't really think it's for everybody. My mom and I talked about it once, and she said that she got an awful lot of satisfaction just out of making a home and bringing up kids."
"But what does she do now?" asked Marcia. "Well, nothing much. She kind of gets involved with community things and stuff like that. In fact, the last time I talked to her she said something about trying to find a job."
"See?" said Kay. "It's all right to be stuck in the house when you have little kids and plenty to do. But once all that is out of the way, then you have to move on to something else."
"Well, I guess she'll get a job," said Angie.
"If she can find one," said Tammy. "From what I've heard, no one wants to hire older women who haven't worked for a long time."
"That's it!" said Marcia. "And if she does find a job, well, you can bet that she'll be overworked and underpaid. But she'll take it, because she probably doesn't even believe that she deserves anything better."
"I don't know," said Angie. "I don't even know if I like the idea of her working at all. I mean, she's so innocent. I remember when I worked in an office one summer. I sure learned a lot. Most of the girls were sleeping around, and giving every detail of every single fuck."
"Oh, brother," said Marcia. "I think she'll be able to handle it all right."
"I don't know," said Tammy, "about this whole thing. Like, my mom has sold houses and land since I was about nine or ten. She's never had any problem about discrimination, and, of course, she gets the same commission as men."
"That's only one case," said Kay.
"Sure," Tammy agreed. "But she made it because she really tried hard. I think if a woman wants that, the opportunities are there. She just has to work."
"But she has to work ten times harder for the same thing as a man does. Do you think that's fair?" asked Marcia.
"No, I guess not," admitted Tammy.
"But what about women who aren't interested in working at all?" asked Karen. "I love my mother and all that, but I don't really think she has the brains to do much more than keep house."
"Yeah, that's what bugs me about the whole thing," said Angie. 'The idea that working will lead to some wonderful deal. Most jobs don't involve any kind of commitment at all. Working on an assembly line can be just as much of a drag as cleaning a house."
"Well sure," said Kay. "But at least you get paid for it. You don't get a cent for doing all the housekeeping crap."
"That's not really true," said Karen. "While you might not get a weekly salary, you get room and board. And anytime my mom wants a new dress or something for the house she can buy it. So she's getting paid indirectly."
"But that's almost a form of prostitution," said Marcia. "I mean, she cleans and cooks and fucks so she gets a reward. Big deal."
"Besides," said Kay, "not all women are as lucky as your mother. My dad feels that since he makes the money, he decides what it buys. He's gotten golf clubs, a pool table and fishing stuff while my mother has bitched about new furniture for the last ten years."
I think a lot of men want their wives to depend on them for things," said Tammy. "My dad has always been great about Mom working, but where I come from he's an exception. Other men seem to think that if they can't support their wives they've failed in some way."
"That's the kind of thinking that we have to change," said Kay. "After all, we've all been brought up to believe that the male ego is a very sensitive thing that we shouldn't touch. But is it really? If men are that hung up about it, they're in worse shape than we are."
Karen thought of Tom then and wondered what he would think of all this. At the mere thought of his name, the girl felt her panties begin to slowly dampen with cream. She could feel his mouth on hers, and his body holding her close. For a moment, she tried to imagine being married to him. Would he want her to teach? No, she thought. He'd want me to spend every second in bed with him, letting his cock pound into my body.
"Well," she heard Angie say, "I'm starved. Do you all want to go to dinner now?"
"Okay," said Tammy.
"Fine," said Karen, wondering where the afternoon had gone.
"I think we'd better come along too," said Kay. "We have a meeting tonight."
The girls all walked over to the dining hall and got their food. They quickly found a table and began to eat and talk at the same time.
"You know," said Karen, "all this talk about Women's Lib makes me wonder just what F"-doing here."
"What do you mean?" asked Tammy.
"Well, I'm majoring in education, but I know that my folks would be pissed as hell if I ever really taught. They want me to find a husband who can make a lot of money and take care of me."
"Do you want to teach?" asked Kay.
"I'd like to," said Karen. "At least I think I would. I'm not really too sure."
"Well, you've got three more years to decide," Marcia told her. "You can always change majors. I think, though, that it's important to decide what you really want to do and then do it."
"What are you going to do?" asked Tammy.
"Go into biological research. I wanted to be a doctor at first, but my folks refused to put me in med school. They didn't want to spend the money. But I think I'll like research better. To be honest, I get a little sick at the sight of blood."
"I'm majoring in journalism," said Kay. "And when I graduate I plan to work on a newspaper. Hopefully not on the Women's page. They are all such cop outs."
"I don't know what I want to do," said Angie. "Right now I want to have a hell of a good time. Screw around a lot. I'll worry about all the rest of it later on."
"Are you having fun?" asked Tammy.
"You bet your sweet ass I am," said Angie. "And when I'm done with it, then I'll start to look around for a nice guy to settle down with. We'll get married and have kids and live in the suburbs. It sounds like a real drag, huh?"
"It sure does," said Kay. 'To each his own, I guess."
Her own," said Marcia with a smile.
The girls finished their dinner and left the dining hall. Marcia and Kay went to the Union for their meeting and the other went back to the dorm.
"It's funny," said Karen, "but I can feel myself changing. I mean, I talk about things now that I wouldn't have even thought about before."
"Well kid," said Angie, "that's what it's all about. We are supposed to be growing and all that. Who knows," she whispered in Karen's ear, "next week I may hear all about Tom." Karen blushed and once again felt her panties fill with cream.
"I've got to study now," she said and left quickly. As she shut the door, she heard Tammy ask, "What in the world did you say to her?" Angie just laughed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Tom called a few days later and Karen felt glad to hear from him. As much as she hated to admit it, she found that once her body was accustomed to sex she seemed to crave it.
"Look, why don't you just come on over for dinner tonight?" Tom asked. "I've got a couple of steaks and other jazz like that."
"What you mean is, why don't I come over and let you have sex with me."
"Sure. I mean, what do you expect?" asked Tom. "And don't go into your purity raped thing, either. I'll give you two minutes to decide. If you don't want to come, I'll find another chick."
"All right, I'll come," said Karen after thinking it over. She couldn't understand why the thought of Tom with another girl bothered her, but it did. Very much.
"Okay. I'll see you in a little while." Tom hung up and Karen went back to her room to get ready. The air was cold, so she decided to wear slacks and a sweater. They both set her figure off perfectly.
Karen hurried over to Tom's apartment and knocked on the door. He opened it right away.
"Hi, baby. Come on in and get warm. And hot, too." He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue all the way down her throat. At the same time, Karen felt his cock begin to stiffen.
"All right, cool it. I'm hungry," she told him as she gently pushed him away.
"So am I. And you look good enough to eat."
"I'd rather have that steak you talked about over the phone."
Tom sighed, pretending he was beaten. He took Karen into the kitchen and showed her the food.
"Now then, why don't you cook it?"
"And here I thought I was getting a treat for dinner," the girl kidded him.
"Nope, that comes later," he said with an exaggerated leer.
"All right. I'll cook your dinner. God knows it's better than anything the dining hall ever serves."
Karen broiled the steaks and made a salad. It didn't take her long, and soon they were both lying on the living room floor listening to Tom's records.
"You know what this place needs?" asked Karen.
"You to live here all the time and cook me nice dinners," Tom told her.
"No, a fireplace. It would be so nice and cosy."
"And hot. If you're cold, I'll warm you up right away."
"No thanks. That's all right," the girl told him. But it did no good. Tom took her in his arms and kissed her, a long, languorous kiss that Karen could feel all through her body.
Then he began to undress her. He slipped her sweater over her head and then threw her bra to the floor.
"I should have told you to serve my dinner topless," he said as he began to kiss and suck the girl's already swollen nipples.
"Please don't," begged Karen. "You know how I feel."
"That's right. Soft and warm and wet. Is fucking what bothers you? My cock up your r-snatch?"
"Well, yes. I mean, I know that it's wrong."
"Then don't sweat it, baby. We'll just do something else tonight. How's that?"
"No. I mean, it will probably be worse."
"Just wait and see."
"Tom, please don't...." Karen protested weakly. But by then Tom had her panties off and his fingers were massaging her swollen clit. She knew then that all was lost, and decided that she would just have to go along with whatever Tom wanted. She was much too hot to turn back.
"Come on, Karen. Why don't we get in bed where it's lots more comfortable."
Tom got to his feet and pulled Karen up. The girl looked down at her naked body and blushed a little. She was getting used to walking around naked in front of Tom but it still bothered her a bit.
When they reached the bedroom, Tom threw Karen down on the bed. She watched as he quickly stripped off his clothing and joined her.
He took her in his arms again, rubbing her bare tits over his hairy chest. Karen could feel each separate hair as it went over the tips of her nipples.
Tom kissed her lips and then moved his mouth down to her shoulders. Soon he was kissing and sucking her breasts until her nipples were bright red and swollen.
He worked his way down her body until Karen's legs were spread wide apart and his head was in between them. The girl could feel his hot breath on her clit, and it excited her intensely.
"You aren't going to kiss me there too, are you?" she asked.
"You bet I am. In fact, I'm going to make you come like you've never come before."
He kissed her entire pussy first, including the thatch of hair that surrounded it. As he kissed, his tongue began to emerge little by little out of his mouth.
At first, he licked Karen's pouty outer lips. Then, using his lips and tongue, he opened up her jewel and began to run his tongue over her crimson gash.
Karen gave a loud moan of ecstasy then. She had never felt anything quite that exquisite in her entire life. There was just something about the feel of Tom's tongue licking her cunt that turned her on a great deal.
Tom worked his tongue back to Karen's hole and licked that out, noisily slurping up all the cream that was flooding out. The girl moaned again and spread her legs farther apart.
Then she felt Tom's tongue going over her clit. He worked on it very gently at first, but even that was enough to bring Karen to the heights of passion.
Then he took it in between his lips and sucked on it very slowly. Karen saw the room begin to circle around and around her body. As Tom began to flick his tongue over her love knob the girl began to come.
Her orgasm was so intense that it frightened her just a little. It seemed like every muscle, every organ in her body was involved in the wonderful sensations that were flooding out of her cunt.
A thick wad of cream shot out of her hole and into Tom's mouth. He took his lips away from her engorged clit and moved his tongue back into the girl's hole.
Through the veil of her passion, Karen felt Tom snake his tongue in and out of her. He worked so fast that it reminded the girl of a lizard.
Karen came again and again. Somehow each climax was better than the last. She was moving and moaning with an uncontrollable force that had taken over her entire body.
She felt Tom take his mouth away from her box, but she still came, again and again until she lay back exhausted. Only then was she aware that he had come too, just from going down on her.
"I knew you'd like it," he told her when she was back down to earth.
"Oh, I did," Karen confessed. "But why do I like things like this?"
"Because you're a girl and I'm a boy. That's the way it goes."
"But I know that it's wrong. Or at least, I think that it is."
"You shouldn't be so sure," Tom told her.
"I guess you're right about that. I've been meeting all kinds of new people lately. People who are so different from me. But I don't condemn them because of that."
"You shouldn't condemn yourself, either. Hell, you probably can't help it. You're just one hell of a sexy chick."
"But it's you. You're the one who's making me like this."
"Nope. Oh, I guess I've brought it out a lot. But it was already inside you, just waiting for the right guy."
"Oh, I don't know. I have to think. I'd better get back to the dorm now."
"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" asked Tom.
"No, I don't think so. I kind of have to be alone to sort things out."
"Okay," Tom told her. "Let's get dressed and I'll take you back to the dorm."
"That's all right. I'd just as soon walk, I think.
That way the fresh air will clear my head." Karen dressed quickly and left. On the way back, she thought about what she had done.
Karen tried to revive her old guilty feelings, and quite a few did return. But they weren't as strong as before. For the first time she started to wonder whether or not Tom might be right.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Karen was sitting at her desk studying when she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," she said.
"Karen, you've got a phone call," Tammy told her.
"Who is it?"
"A guy with a dreamy voice."
"Okay, I'll be right there. Thanks a lot." Karen hurried to the phone, hoping that it would be Tom.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Karen." At the sound of Tom's voice Karen's heart did a quick flip and her clit started to quiver.
"Hi, Tom. What's up?"
"I've got to see you right away. It's kind of important."
"You mean you're horny again?" asked Karen with a trace of sarcasm.
"For once I don't want sex. I just want to talk to you. Look, I'll meet you in front of the dorm in ten minutes. We can go for a walk or something."
"All right," the girl said. Then they hung up. Karen dressed quickly and put her make up on carefully.
I wonder what he wants, she thought. If it's not sex, maybe he's gotten tired of me. But I don't think he would bother with a big break up scene or anything like that. He's just not the type.
Karen went downstairs and sat on the steps of the dorm. A minute later, Tom appeared. He took her by the hand and the two of them started to walk across the campus.
"What's going on?" asked Karen.
"I've got a terrific offer from a pro football team."
"Tom, that's wonderful," said Karen enthusiastically. She knew just how much he wanted it.
"There's only one hitch."
"What's that?"
"They want me right now. They expect to win a hell of a lot of games next year. They are going to have a long, long training period."
"But what about school?"
"Screw it."
"Tom, you aren't serious, are you?"
"Why the hell not? I'm sure not any kind of a brain. Football is all I really give a damn about."
"But you'll have other offers after you graduate."
"Sure, but why waste a whole year? This place is a real drag. And the money they're offering is great."
"I didn't know they did things like that," said Karen.
"They usually don't. They like to give a guy as much collegiate experience as they can. But they figured that I just didn't need any more. And they're right."
"But Tom, why not finish school anyway? You'll have years to play football."
"Not that many. I mean, shit, a guy can't last forever. And after that, well, if I feel like it I can always go back and finish. I'll have the money then."
"But you probably won't go back," Karen told him. "Most people don't after they've been away for along time."
"So who needs it? I'll be making all the money I'll ever need playing ball. I really don't give much of a damn about school. It's just a drag."
"Well, I guess you know what you want to do. Have you talked to the coach about it at all?"
"What for?"
"Just to see what he would say."
"I know what he would say. Stick around. So what? He wants me to stay on the team. That's all he would care about. Why should I worry about him?"
"I don't know. Well, I guess you've made up your mind. I'm glad you told me. When do you leave?" Karen felt terribly sad at the thought of never seeing Tom again. At the same time, she knew that his leaving would solve her problems. At least she thought it might.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Why don't you come with me?"
"You mean get married?" asked Karen in amazement.
"Who's talking about marriage? I just thought you might like to tag along. Most of the guys have girls who follow the team."
"I see. Just follow you around so that you'll have someone to sleep with." Karen knew that she should feel insulted, but she just couldn't bring herself to get mad.
"I'm really kind of crazy about you, baby. I'd miss you like hell if you don't come."
"But what kind of life would I have?" asked Karen indignantly. "I'd just be a cheap little camp follower."
"It might be fun for you. Traveling around, seeing all kinds of different places, shit like that. Besides, I kind of like having you around."
"But what about my school?"
"I didn't think you were too hung up on that scene."
"I'm not, really. But I have my folks to think about. I don't know what something like that would do to them. Besides, I don't think I'm the type of girl to go running off with some boy."
"Sure you are. You've got a good thing with me. Not many boys could keep that pussy of yours happy after this."
"Maybe not, but I'm not interested . .
"The hell you're not. I've been listening to that shit ever since the first time I fucked you. When will you get it through that thick head of yours that you love it?"
"That doesn't make it right."
"It doesn't make it wrong, either. You think you got some kind of special thing going? Hell, I wonder if you've met a virgin since you've been Here.
"No, I haven't, but I wasn't brought up to do things like I've been doing."
"You think anyone was? Sweetie, the times are changing and you've got to change with them or else be left behind. So make up your mind which way you're going."
"I'd like some time to think about it," Karen said slowly.
"Okay. I'll be home tonight. You know where I live. If you want to come with me, come. If you don't just forget it. It won't be hard to find another chick."
"All right. I think I'd like to go back to the dorm now. I need some time alone."
"Fine. Look, I don't mean to hassle you. It's just that there isn't a whole lot of time." They turned around and headed towards the dorm.
"When do they want you?"
"In two weeks. We'll be going down to Florida for winter training."
"But Tom, I don't have any money."
"Don't sweat it. I told you, I'll be making a hell of a lot of bread. I'll take care of you."
"I don't know." They walked the rest of the way to the dorm in silence. Karen was very conscious of Tom's physical presence beside her and wished that he would take her in his arms.
"If you're wondering why I sprung this now, instead of in bed. I'll tell you," he said.
"Please do."
"I figured it wouldn't be fair to ask you once my cock was up inside you."
"Why not?"
"You probably would have said yes."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Sure. But for a thing like this I'd rather have you have your mind nice and clear. After all, whatever you decide will be kind of important."
"Yes, it will. I just don't know."
"Look at it this way. Is there anything better here?"
"If you mean in bed, I haven't looked," Karen said wryly.
"No, I mean as a whole way of life. Some people dig the big campus scene. If you like it that much, then stay. Oh shit, why don't you go in and think?" Tom turned and started to leave.
"Aren't you even going to kiss me goodbye?" asked Karen.
"Nope," said Tom with a grin. "I told you, I want you to have a very clear mind." He turned and left then.
"Think a lot of yourself, don't you?" muttered Karen under her breath at his retreating figure. "But I guess you have a right to."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Karen walked into her room and locked the door behind her. She knew that she had to think all alone.
What in the world am I going to do? I'm surprised that I'm even considering going at all. I mean, I'm just not that kind of girl.
"Or am I? I've certainly been acting like it for the past few months, ever since I met Tom. He's done me in. I've changed an awful lot.
But is it really so bad? I know just what my folks would say. But they are old. They don't know what's happening. They think that I should be the way girls were thirty years ago when they were growing up.
But is that even right? I sure as hell don't want to be some kind of weird anachronism. I'm alive now, and I want to live the right way. But I'm not sure just what that is any more. After all, as far as I know I'm the only girl on the whole campus who thinks there's something wrong with screwing around. And I haven't done that much, either.
In fact, compared to the other girls around here I've done nothing at all. The other girls! That almost explains the way that I'm beginning to feel. My parents would think that all the girls I know are real tramps.
But they're not! I mean, when I think about Julie and Tammy and Angie and Lynn and Jennifer I can't say that they are bad. They are nice girls. And their morals are their own business.
Mine should be too. So I slept with Tom. Who did I hurt? No one at all! In fact, I had a hell of a good time and I gave him pleasure too. So what's wrong with that?
I just can't believe that it's wrong, anymore. It just seems so right, and so natural. Oh, I've tried to live the way my folks think a young girl should. But I just can't do it their way. I have to find a way all my own.
Still, that doesn't settle my current problem. If I should go with Tom, or stay here. If I stayed, I think I would probably start to sleep around a lot, to look for a replacement.
I'm not ready for that yet. The thought of having sex with anyone else turns me off. But so does the idea of having to do without it.
Besides, I'm not even sure what the hell I'm doing here. If it's looking for a husband, well. I'm not ready to get married yet. I want to have fun, live a little.
s That's what Tom is offering me, after all. A chance to travel, to have a good time. I won't have to worry about money. Of course, he could always dump me cold but I'll worry about that if and when it happens.
Karen looked around her room and thought of all the fun she had had there. The other girls visiting, the all night study sessions, cramming for tests.
But it's not as good as the feel of Tom's dork inside my crack, she decided. I can always find another room, other people. But there's only one Tom Barton, that's for sure.
But if I go with him, it will mean the end of everything with my folks. Or maybe it won't. Of course I won't be able to tell them about Tom, but maybe I could convince them that I had to get away from school and work for a while.
Look, she told herself, you can't go through life only doing what your parents want you to do. It's just not right. Not for me, and not for them.
I feel just a little silly, though. I mean, all this time I've told myself that the thing with Tom was wrong. And now I'm willing to follow him all over the country just to keep getting it.
I don't even know if I'm in love with him or not.
I like him, that's for sure. And I love the feel of his prick pounding in and out of my hole. Or the feel of his tongue, reaming me out.
I guess all the girls are right. Sex is enough. I can't think of anything in the world that's better than getting fucked or eaten out. I even love the feel of his prick going down my throat.
It's funny, A few months ago even the thought of going down on a guy would shock the hell out of me. But I've changed. I'm just not the same person any more.
But I don't care. So I've changed. So what! College is supposed to be a broadening experience and all that. I think I'm about as broad as I can get.
So there's nothing to keep me here. I guess I'll go with Tom. The thought kind of scares me, but that's the way it goes. I don't want to run away from life any more, I want to face it.
Karen got up and started to pace around the room. She thought about everything she would be leaving behind, and decided that most of it didn't seem to be worth hanging on to.
Karen left the dorm then, feeling more free than she ever had in her life. As she walked over to Tom's apartment, she smiled and grinned at everything and everybody she saw. Heads turned as she passed. She looked like the epitome of happiness.
At last she reached Tom's apartment. She knocked at the door and he opened it a second later. Karen gave him a big, warm smile. Tom grinned back and took the girl in his arms.
They kissed for a long time. Karen loved the feel of Tom's arms holding her tight, pressing her into his hard, masculine body. She felt his cock stiffen and swell until it was pressing into her body. At the same time, her clit started to throb as her pussy filled with cream.
"You want it, don't you baby?" whispered Tom.
"Oh, yes. Yes, yes, YES!"
Tom led her into the bedroom. The two of them tore off their clothes as quickly as they could and jumped on to the bed. Tom held her tight and kissed her. Then he moved his hand down in between her legs and thrust his fingers into her sopping wet hole.
"You're ready now."
"Yes, put it inside me. I want to feel it all the way inside right now!"
Tom mounted her quickly and plunged his thick sword all the way into her steaming cavern. She moved her hips up to meet his thrust and quickly wrapped her legs around his back.
He started to move in and out slowly-But suddenly a fierce passion overwhelmed them both. They tore into each other as hard as they could.
Karen felt Tom's dork going in and out of her like a jack hammer and she loved it. She raked her nails over his back and cried out as the first of many climaxes began to sweep over her body.
Tom felt her begin to come and worked harder than ever. Karen could feel his hardness moving inside her, against the walls of her spasming pussy.
She came like she had never come before! All the guilt and shame had been washed away, and she was free to respond with her body and her soul.
Karen couldn't believe the wild emotions that were flooding her entire body. The wonderful orgasm that started in her pussy went through her body to the roots of her hair.
The girl thrashed on the bed, tearing at Tom's skin as he kept on ramming it into her. She felt like she was really living for the first time in her life.
Tom felt her strong contractions on his cock as he kept thrusting it into her. Finally it was too much for him. Tom gave one last heave and exploded inside her body.
Karen felt his cream pour into her. She started another cycle of climaxes that was even stronger than the last. Her strong pussy lips held tight to Tom's slowly shrinking organ. She stopped coming just as he withdrew.
"Oh Tom, that was wonderful," she told him softly as she lay in his arms.
"It sure was. That's just what I've been telling you all this time. You were made for sex and that's all there is to it."
"I guess you're right. After all, how can anything so wonderful possibly be wrong?"
"It can't. And this is just the beginning."
"What do you mean?"
"After we leave here we can get an apartment together. We'll make it every night, and twice on Sundays!"
"Won't you get tired of me?" the girl asked.
"Never. You're too gorgeous. Besides, you're too damned good in bed."
"Oh Tom, when I think of how silly I was I could die."
"Well, now you know the truth. There's nothing as good as a good fuck."
"That's for sure." Karen closed her eyes then and thought about her short college career. Oh well, she decided, I learned one of the most important things in the whole world. It sure wasn't a waste of time.
