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Huge: Chris Goes to College (MF, inc, mast, size)
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
Chris' mom reluctantly releases her son-the-stud into a
world of college coeds, who have their own agendas for
the hugely endowed young man.
Chris felt something warm and wet slip over the head of
his cock. He smiled even though he was still half
asleep. He felt a familiar weight settle on his groin.
The tight wetness began to slide around on his cock.
His breathing quickened and his eyes opened into the
early morning gloom of his bedroom.
"Mom," he said as he glanced at the clock on his
nightstand, "what are you doing? It's like four in the
morning."
His mother, Heather, braced her arms on either side of
his broad shoulders. As she leaned over, the nipples of
her generous breasts pressed onto his chest. She gave
him a soft, sloppy kiss on the mouth. "Sorry, honey, I
just couldn't sleep. I guess I can't get used to the
idea of you going away to school."
Chris sighed; his mother would have had him shot if he
had even hinted at not going to college. She had acted
disappointed when he had chosen Western State
University over more prestigious schools that would
have been much farther from home. But for the last
couple of days, she had been screwing his brains out as
if she were trying to convince him to stay home.
"It's only a few hours drive to the school," he
reminded her for the hundredth time.
Heather straightened up. She pushed her hair away from
her face and rolled her hips back and forth on Chris'
huge cock. "I know, but I'm going to miss you."
"What about Doctor Don?" asked Chris, "I thought you
two were getting it on pretty well in the sex
department?" Chris had to admit to himself that he was
a bit jealous of the rich and handsome doctor that his
mother had been dating lately.
Heather reached out and patted her son on his cheek.
"Doctor Don and I are doing just fine thank you, but I
like having you around. It's not all about the sex, you
know. Not that the sex with you isn't mind- blowingly
incredibly fantastic." Her eyes widened and a look of
surprise filled her face as an orgasm shook her body.
She could feel the involuntary contractions of her
pussy ripple along the shaft of Chris' cock. After a
minute she found her voice once more. "As to sex with
Don," she continued. "He has this thick, eight inch
cock that he thinks is God's gift to women. I believe
he was disappointed that I didn't swoon the first time
he pulled it out."
"Eight inches is way above average."
"I know, but it practically disappears beside yours."
Heather's hips went into a rapid bouncing motion as she
had another orgasm. When she slowed back to her regular
fucking rhythm, she said, "I suppose it might put a
dent in our relationship if I pointed out that my
little boy's dick made his look like a nubbin."
Chris snorted; he was hardly a little boy. He stood
over six feet tall with a sculpted body and more than
his share of good looks. And right now he began to feel
an unmistakable pressure in his groin. "Uh Mom," he
said, "I really don't want to sleep on a wet spot."
"Hang on just a second," said Heather. She shuddered
through another orgasm, and then slid off Chris' cock.
It was growing even stiffer and larger as she grabbed
his shaft with both hands and pried it upwards. She
barely managed to slip her lips over the massive head
before Chris was pouring load after load of creamy cum
down her throat.
Chris managed a few more hours of sleep, and then he
spent the balance of the next morning loading his Jeep
Cherokee with his stuff for school. After lunch, he and
Heather headed out to their cars for the trip to
school. Heather was going to drive her Lexus and Chris
was going to follow in his Jeep. They were about to
climb into their vehicles when Chris said, "One more
thing, I'll be right back." He ran back into the house
and returned a minute later with an expensive fly rod
that his Uncle Jack had given him for a high school
graduation present. Chris carefully placed the rod
where it wouldn't get crushed.
Heather crossed her arms under her breasts and said,
"You're going to school to study you know. Not to be a
fishing buddy to Uncle Jack."
Chris threw up his hands in surrender. His mom could go
from sexy lover to demanding mother in the blink of an
eye. "I know, I know," he said, "but I can't study all
the time, besides there are too many good trout streams
around the college to ignore."
Heather just shook her head and got into her car. Uncle
Jack was actually her uncle and Chris' great uncle. She
had given birth to Chris at the age of sixteen and with
the help of her family, she had raised Chris. Her Uncle
Jack had been determined that Chris wouldn't grow up to
be 'some sort of sissy boy' as he had put it. Although
Chris was a natural athlete, his uncle had taught him
the basics of baseball, football and other sports. He
and Chris had also spent a lot of time hunting and
fishing together. Heather had always been secretly
grateful that Chris had had such a strong male figure
in his life.
Heather may have been reluctant to see her off to
school, but she wasn't going to delay things by driving
slowly. It wasn't long before they pulled into the
parking lot next to Harmon Hall, Chris' dormitory. The
dorm was six stories tall. The floors alternated
between boys and girls although there were no
restrictions about who could visit where. Chris' room
was on the top floor, fortunately there were elevators
available so he and Heather didn't have to lug his
luggage up a bunch of stairs.
When he first opened the door to his room, Heather
looked around and said, "Well, this is uh, sparse." The
room held two single beds with a long, rectangular desk
between them. There were built in closets with cabinets
and drawers for the student's things. The outside wall
had two large windows with blinds that could be lowered
for privacy. It took nearly two hours for Chris and his
mom to move in all his things and put them away. "You
know," said Heather as she looked around the room, "we
could get you a rug - a tan one - with a bit of forest
green and then a couple of matching pictures, something
with dogs or hunting scenes."
Chris looked at his mother as if she had grown another
head on her shoulders. "Do you want my roommate to
think I'm gay?" he asked in an exasperated voice. "The
only things guys put on their dorm room walls are
posters of nude women. And I don't mean tasteful line
drawings either."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Heather. She started
to comment on her son's lack of taste, but then she
checked her watch instead. "Speaking of your roommate,
I wonder where he is. I wanted to meet him, but I can't
wait long. I have a late business appointment back
home."
Chris shrugged, "I'll check my messages, maybe he's
going to be late."
Chris pulled out his lap top computer and hooked it up.
All students at Western were required to have a
computer and they all had an account for e-mail and
research. After a couple of minutes on his computer,
Chris announced, "It looks like I'm not going to have a
roommate. This e-mail from the housing director says
that he's already dropped out."
Heather read the message over Chris' shoulder. "That's
too bad, she said. "But that means you'll be able to
spread out and use this other closet."
For a second, Chris thought his mother was going to
rearrange his clothing to accommodate his sudden
increase in storage space. But then she walked past the
closets and locked the door to his room. She turned and
gave him a sexy smile. "It also means that we'll have a
few minutes alone before I have to go." She walked back
and took a seat on the bed. Chris stood from the desk
where he'd been sitting and when he faced his mother;
she reached up and opened his pants. She pulled his
pants and shorts down to his knees. Chris' half hard
cock flopped over sideways and arced away from his
groin.
"Poor baby isn't hard yet," said Heather. The tip of
her tongue flicked out and licked the head of Chris'
cock. She gave it little baby kisses and then softly
ran her tongue and lips around and around the rapidly
expanding flesh.
Chris clenched his fists. His face screwed up as if he
were in great pain. It was maddening when his mother
teased his cock like this. He could feel the blood
pumping into his huge member in time with his pulse. In
less than a minute, Heather had to lay her hand on top
of his cock in order to keep it from growing away from
the reach of her full lips.
Chris looked down. His upper body was in the shade of
the window blinds, but his mother was bathed in the
afternoon sun. The light glinted off the highlights in
her hair and even in that harsh light Heather looked
younger than her thirty-four years. "You're killing me,
Mom," moaned Chris.
His mother just looked up and smiled at her son's
sexual agony. She continued to lick and tease at his
throbbing cock until a drop of clear pre-cum formed at
the slit in Chris' cock-head. Heather licked it away
and said, "I think you're charged up enough now."
Chris watched as she stretched her lips around the head
of his cock. It was a tight fit, but once it was in
there, Heather began to do wonderful things with her
tongue. It was all Chris could do to keep his hips from
bucking back and forth.
Heather could feel her son's cock begin to twitch. A
minute later she could feel his cock-head growing even
larger in her mouth. She grabbed his shaft with both
hands to keep it still and pulled her head back a bit.
She jammed the tip of her tongue into the slit at the
end of his huge cock. She knew that would set him off.
In a second, Chris was grunting and gasping out his
orgasm. Heather could feel the pulses of cum travel the
length of his cock and then erupt into her mouth. She
sucked down the hot jets of creamy cum as she grazed
the edges of her teeth across Chris' super sensitive
cock-head. She was rewarded when he yelped and a
shudder of pleasure shook his big frame.
"You were fantastic, Mom," said Chris as he packed away
his fading penis.
"Yeah, I know," she said with a smile. She was in front
of a mirror, putting a couple of stray hairs back into
place and touching up her makeup. She picked up her
purse and in a few minutes she and Chris were
approaching her car in the dorm's parking lot.
In the distance Chris heard someone yell, "Yo, baby you
can do me anytime."
Chris glanced up. He hadn't thought about it, but there
was another dormitory about fifty yards away across the
parking lot. It was the mirror image of his building,
but it sat a bit higher because it sat on a slope. It
took Chris only a second to realize that his mother had
been sitting in full view of anyone on the top couple
of floors of that dorm. More guys called out rude
suggestions and Chris moved between his mother and the
other dorm, hoping that she wouldn't make the same
connection that he had.
But Heather was oblivious to the yells and taunts.
Apparently, she expected college boys to act that way.
She got into her car and lowered the window. When Chris
leaned over and rested his arm on the door, she grabbed
his arm and said, "You better e-mail or call me
everyday or so or I'll be back up here and embarrass
you in front of your classmates."
"Don't run off, baby," Chris heard from the other dorm.
"I've got a big boner right here."
Chris coughed to drown out the words. He patted his
mother's hand and said, "Don't worry, Mom. I certainly
don't want you to do anything to draw attention."
Chris stayed busy for the following weeks. He made
friends with the guys who lived on the same floor in
his dorm. His schoolwork didn't seem much harder than
what he had encountered in high school. He had been
worried that his instructors might be arrogant and
condescending, but they proved to be normal people who
seemed to like their jobs.
However, there was one professor who was kind of an
oddball. He taught Chris' history course. The guy
looked like he had stepped out of the nineteen-
seventies. He wore his long hair swept over his ears,
and sported thick, dark rimmed glasses. He seemed to
know his stuff though. He would come into class without
a book or any sort of notes and immediately begin to
lecture. He would walk about the front of room as he
spoke. He rarely looked at his students, preferring to
gaze out a window or up at the ceiling.
Chris usually sat at the back of the room for his
history class. A freshman co-ed sat in the next aisle.
Chris never knew her name. He just called her history-
girl to himself. They always smiled and said hello to
one another, but Chris didn't find her very attractive.
When she spoke, she ended every sentence with a giggle.
She had a pleasant face, but she was at least twenty
pounds overweight. The weight wasn't in her butt
though; she had really big boobs. She tended to wear
tight tops that gathered her large breasts into one
enormous bosom.
One day, a couple of weeks into the semester, Chris was
sitting in that history class. The professor was
droning on about some war or another. Chris had eaten a
large lunch and now he was drowsy. He found it
impossible to keep up with the lecture. Then he started
to get an erection. He wasn't particularly horny; it
was just one of those hormone induced things that
happen to young men. He squirmed in his seat and
surreptitiously adjusted the position of his huge cock
so that it could expand easily before it could turn
into a throbbing ache.
Chris glanced over to history-girl, and to his surprise
she was staring hungrily at his crotch. She looked up
and met Chris' eyes. "Let me take care of that for
you," she whispered.
"Take care of what?" asked Chris, trying to ignore the
bulge in the shorts he was wearing.
"That," said history-girl. She pointed at his crotch.
Chris looked down and saw that the head of his dick was
working its way out of the leg of his shorts.
"Don't worry, it'll go away," Chris said nervously. He
looked around, hoping that no one else in the class had
heard their exchange. But everyone had their attention
on the professor and his attention was focused, as
usual, on the ceiling. When Chris glanced back at
history-girl she was actually pulling off her top. As
Chris watched in amazement, she dropped her top on the
floor, and then undid her industrial strength bra and
casually laid it aside.
Chris had expected to see a couple of large, sagging
tits that drooped to her stomach, but he was surprised.
Her breasts had a long sort of torpedo shape, tipped
with conical areola and nipples that must have been an
inch long. "You shouldn't squash those fantastic
breasts into such tight tops and bras," he whispered.
She giggled softly and said, "I've been saving them for
you." She walked around her desk and knelt in front of
Chris. In a second she had his cock out of his shorts.
Chris looked around frantically, but no one was paying
any attention. The professor droned on as he looked out
the window, and the other students all had their eyes
to the front of the room.
History-girl wrapped her fantastic tits around Chris'
cock. Despite their size, her breasts felt remarkably
light on his throbbing member. Her cool, dry skin
merely tickled his cock, but it was enough to get the
cum boiling in his balls. He glanced around the room
once more and then decided the hell with it. He began
to pump his aching cock between all that tit flesh at a
frenzied pace. He shut his eyes and concentrated on
getting his rocks off. "Tighter," he hissed at the
girl, but she didn't respond. Chris' ass was
practically bouncing off his chair when he came. A gush
of cum flooded from the tip of his cock. It was
followed by more and more of the creamy stuff. Chris
could feel his hot cum coating her tits and flowing
around his distended cock.
Chris opened his eyes. There was no history-girl in
front of him though, just his darkened dorm room. He'd
had a wet dream. "Oh shit," moaned Chris. The soft skin
of his titty fuck was actually his bed sheets, and now
they were soaked with cum. Chris sighed, the product of
his wet dreams was nothing to ignore. He got out of bed
and gathered up his messy sheets. A couple of shots
from his cock had landed on his chest. He used his
sheets to wipe the cum off before it could run down his
leg and onto the floor. He cleaned even more of the
creamy stuff off his cock. He'd cum like water shooting
from a garden hose. As he stuffed the soiled linen into
his laundry bag he muttered to himself, "I really need
a date."
The following Friday, Chris finished his last class at
three o'clock. He joined up with two of the guys from
his dorm and they went to the gym for some basketball.
They had to win games in order to stay on the court and
thanks to Chris' abilities, their team played for
nearly two solid hours. They beat every team they
played. When they finally left the gym, Chris' shirt
was sweat soaked and plastered to the chiseled muscles
of his torso.
Chris entered the lobby of his dormitory. He was
looking forward to a cool shower and then dinner. He
thought that he might go to movie with some of his
buddies later. Not exactly his ideal Friday night, but
it would have to do. Chris waded through a sea of paper
strewn in front of the dorm's mail boxes. There was a
bank of post office like boxes for the dorm residents,
and they were forever filled with junk mail. The
students would just throw the unwanted paper on the
floor. Chris shook his head in disgust. He was no neat-
freak, but there was no point in making such a mess,
especially when there was trash can nearby.
Chris decided to check his box. Despite the fact that
his room was on the top floor of the dorm, his mailbox
was next to the floor. He squatted and opened his box.
He had received the same advertisements as everyone
else. Chris wadded up the papers in his hand, and then
he decided that at least he could clean up his little
area. He began to gather up the strewn paper around his
feet.
"It's a shame that people have to be so messy," Chris
heard from his left. He turned his head and saw pair of
feet in sandals. The feet had neatly trimmed nails that
were painted a sort of pearl-pink color. As he began to
stand, Chris saw a pair of slim but shapely legs, some
navy hip-hugger shorts, a bare midriff, a light blue
shirt with its tails tied under noticeable, but not
really large breasts and finally a graceful neck topped
by a pretty face with a warm and friendly smile.
"Yeah," said Chris, "I guess one person does it and
then everyone figures it's OK."
"Let me help," said the girl. She bent at the waist and
began to gather up a double handful of the papers.
Chris got an unexpected view of a very shapely ass.
Then she straightened up and swept her dark blonde hair
back into place with a shake of her head. She had a
double handful of paper.
"Trash can's over here," said Chris unnecessarily,
since it was in plain sight. The two walked over and
stuffed their trash in the container at the same time.
Their hands were touching as they withdrew them and
Chris seized the opportunity to turn the touch into a
handshake. "Hi, I'm Chris," he said.
"Cameron," she said as she firmly shook his hand.
"Do you live in the dorm?" he asked. He hadn't seen her
before and he was sure he would have remembered her.
"No, I was just visiting someone. But you must stay
here."
"Yeah, I'm up on the top floor," he said.
There was a short, but awkward silence between them,
and then Cameron said, "Listen, I'm going to be back
here tonight. If you're not busy come by room three
twelve around nine o'clock. I'll buy you a cup of
coffee for being such a good citizen."
Chris doubted that many guys could resist her bright
eyes and open smile and he certainly wasn't one of
them. But he didn't want to seem too eager, so he
shrugged and said, "OK, if I'm free, I might drop
around."
"Cool, see you later then," she said as if she were
ninety-nine percent sure that he would show up. They
parted, and Chris went up to his room. He showered and
then got together with a couple of guys for dinner. He
turned down an invitation to go into town for a movie
in anticipation of seeing Cameron again. She had seemed
awfully sure of herself, but that was no reason for him
not to see her.
An hour later, Chris stood in front of his closet,
wondering what he should wear. He wanted to be casual,
but not sloppy as if he didn't care about what he had
on. And he really didn't have anything dressy, short of
a suit. He hated first dates. He got just as nervous as
the next guy. Maybe it wasn't a date though. Maybe it
just a cup of coffee and then she'd be gone. She had to
be an upperclassman, why would she be interested in
him? If it had all been just some chance sexual
encounter, then he wouldn't be nervous. He was
confident that he could fuck any woman until she passed
out from sheer pleasure. But this was a date, where he
had to make small talk and his huge cock wouldn't be a
topic of conversation, at least not early in the
evening. Or maybe it wasn't a date, maybe just one very
indifferent cup of coffee. Just stop it, he said to
himself as unreasoning came full circle.
His attention returned to his closet. He sighed; of
course it wasn't as if he had a huge selection of
clothing to choose from. He settled on a clean pair of
jeans and a loose fitting white knit shirt along with
one of his newer pair of sneakers.
He made himself wait until it was nine o'clock, and
then he made his way down the stairs to the third
floor. The girl's floors certainly smelled better than
guy's floors he told himself as he walked down the
hallway. He could hear feminine voices as he neared
room three twelve. The door was wide open so he tapped
on the doorframe as the room came into view. The room
was basically just like his own, except for some carpet
on the floor and various decorative touches that women
always seemed to need. He couldn't help but notice that
the two single beds had been pushed together, side to
side.
"Hi, come in," said Cameron. She was sitting on one of
the wooden chairs that came with the room. There were
two other girls with her and Cameron introduced them as
he stepped into the room. "This is Kristen and Danni,"
she said, pointing to the girls in turn. Kristen had a
hint of American Indian in her features. She had a
slender face and body, high cheekbones, dark eyes and
lustrous black hair that fell down her back. Danni, on
the other hand was all curves with a full face and
curly blonde hair.
"And this is Chris," finished Cameron. Everyone said
hello to one another.
Cameron picked up a small notebook that she had been
writing in and put it into her bag. "So those dates are
OK?" she asked. The other girls agreed with her. Danni
typed something into a computer, and Kristen checked
off something in a day-planner. There was some more
small talk as Cameron gathered up her things and stood.
"See you guys later," Cameron said as she took Chris'
arm and headed for the door.
"Nice to meet you," said Chris.
"Come back anytime," said Danni as the couple went out
the door. Chris looked back in time to see a sultry
smile on her face.
They walked to the elevator and entered the car when it
arrived. "Are Kristen and Danni roommates?" asked Chris
as the elevator started down.
"No," Cameron answered," that's Danni's room; she lives
alone. Kristen and I live out at WSUGU - she pronounced
it 'wes-goo'.
"WSUGU?" asked Chris.
"It stands for Western State University Girls Union.
It's sort of a sorority, but the University doesn't
recognize it. We have a house a couple of miles out on
highway sixteen. Danni wants to join WSUGU, so Kristen
and I are sort of interviewing her, seeing what she's
like - that kind of thing."
They walked out of the elevator and Cameron suddenly
barked with laughter. She turned and slapped Chris on
the arm as she continued to laugh loudly.
"What?" said Chris as he rubbed at the stinging patch
of skin on his arm.
"The way she's got those beds pushed together, and you
asked if they were roommates."
Chris blushed. "I didn't mean it that way," he
protested.
Cameron just laughed again. "That's a hoot," she said.
"I can't wait until I tell those two."
Chris and Cameron strolled to the student union.
Cameron picked the quieter of the union's two coffee
shops, and the couple settled into a booth with two
oversized lattes. Chris took a sip from his cup and
said, "At the risk of asking the obvious, what's your
major?"
Cameron smiled and said, "I'm taking dramatic arts,
theater and public communication."
"Going to be an actress?"
She shrugged, "Actress, producer, director - something
in there, how about you?"
Now it was Chris' turn to shrug. "I'm not sure," he
said, "maybe business or teaching. I haven't decided."
Chris winced inwardly. He had just branded himself as a
freshman, wandering around, lost in the desert of his
indecision. But Cameron didn't seem to notice. They
talked for over an hour. Chris was surprised at how
much they had in common.
After a trip to the restroom to get rid of all that
coffee, Chris and Cameron headed back to his dorm. "I'm
parked over here," she said, pointing to a corner of
the parking lot. They walked over and she stopped next
to a large and new looking Mercedes.
"Nice car," said Chris, a bit of awe in his voice.
"Thanks, it's a bit much," said Cameron. "But I was
kind of reckless when I started driving. I totaled a
couple of cars so my dad bought this thing." Her voice
deepened and got rougher. "Young lady, you are going to
drive this tank or walk. I know damn good and well that
your mother would somehow blame me if you got killed in
a car wreck."
Chris chuckled. "My old Jeep's not far from here," he
said, looking over his shoulder. "Try not to run over
it as you leave."
"OK, I promise," she said as she touched his arm with
her fingertips. "I really enjoyed our little date," she
said in a quiet voice.
"Me too," said Chris. So it really was a date, he
thought. And looking at her upturned face, he figured
this would be the goodnight kiss. He tilted his head
and gave her gentle but firm buss on the lips.
Cameron kissed him back. Her soft lips had a direct
effect on Chris' cock. It began to uncoil in his pants.
She's a terrific kisser, he thought. As if on cue,
their mouths opened and their tongues got involved.
Chris placed his hands on her waist and Cameron slid
her hands up his chest and around his neck.
Their kiss became wetter and deeper. Chris pulled her
closer and Cameron's breasts flattened on his chest.
She ran her fingers through his hair and shoved her
tongue even farther into his mouth. Chris could feel
his cock swell inside his jeans. He couldn't help
himself; he began to make little fucking motions with
his hips against Cameron's waist.
She pulled her lips away from their frantic kisses and
said, "My god, Chris, is that all you down there?" She
moved her hand between their bodies and rubbed it the
length of his erection.
Chris grinned at her. "Why don't you pull it out and
see?"
Cameron couldn't resist that dare. She looked around.
Judging from all of the light and noise coming from the
two surrounding dormitories, there were plenty of
people around, but it was unlikely that anyone could
see them in this unlit portion of the parking lot. She
struggled to get Chris' jeans and shorts down, but then
his rigid cock sprang up between their bodies.
"Oh shit, it's just fucking huge," she said
breathlessly. She had one hand over her gaping mouth,
while her other hand reached out and tentatively
stroked his dark red cock head.
Chris took her hand and slid it to the sensitive skin
just behind the flaring head. Cameron massaged his cock
as best she could. There was no way that she was going
to be able to encircle all of that throbbing flesh with
her fingers.
But whatever she was doing agreed with Chris. "Oh yeah,
that's it," he moaned. Cameron pulled his lips to hers
and resumed their erotic kiss. Her tongue moved around
in Chris' mouth in time with the movements of her hand
job.
Outside of having a hot, wet pussy wrapped around his
cock, Chris had never felt anything so good as
Cameron's fevered fingers milking the cum out of his
cock. In fact, he was already feeling the first twinges
of a massive orgasm build up. "I'm going to cum," he
gasped. He grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it
into Cameron's palm.
His cock twitched and a bubble of cum appeared out of
its piss slit. It fell to the ground with a splat
leaving a long string of the gooey stuff hanging from
the tip of his dick. Another big glob of thick cum
formed on the end his cock, and then fell to the
ground. Even in the low light of the parking lot,
Cameron could see the little puddle of sperm lying on
the ground. "Nice, load of cum," she murmured in Chris'
ear. Her hand slowed its movement on his still rock
hard cock.
"Don't stop," Chris hissed through clenched teeth. His
hips shot forward and a long rope of cum leapt from his
cock and landed with a long splat on the pavement.
Cameron watched in amazement as load after load of cum
flew out of Chris' huge cock. There must have been six
or eight full jets of the creamy stuff, and then even
more as his orgasm lost its intensity. Finally, she
watched as a last glop fell off the end his dick onto
the ground. She looked down. At her feet was more cum
than three guys could have made, and a few steps away
was an unbelievable amount. "That's just awesome," she
whispered.
Chris packed away his cock. He gave Cameron a long,
soft kiss and said, "Thanks, that was wonderful." He
glanced at the invitingly large back seat of the
Mercedes. "I would be glad to return the favor."
Now it was Cameron's turn to give a long soft kiss. She
smiled at him and said, "Give into my feminine side,
let's wait until we can find someplace more romantic."
"OK," he reluctantly agreed. A minute later they had
exchanged phone numbers, and Cameron was waving 'bye to
him as she drove away.
It was Monday before they got together on the phone.
"Chris, I'm sorry," said Cameron when they began to
discuss another date, "but I have a theater group that
meets every night this week."
"Well, I have intramural basketball three nights this
week," said Chris. "I promised the guys that I would
play."
"I guess that rules out most of the week, but what are
you doing Saturday?" she asked; her voice sounding
perkier.
"I hadn't really planned anything."
'Let's have a picnic. You pick out someplace nice, and
I'll bring the food," she said with enthusiasm.
"Sure, why not?" said Chris.
"Good," said Cameron, "I'll call you Saturday morning
and we'll settle the details."
On Wednesday, Chris went to one of the school's
cafeterias for lunch. The fare wasn't great, but it was
cheap and it came in large portions, two things dear to
the heart of any college student. He was walking
through the cafeteria with his tray of food, when he
heard someone calling his name. He looked around and
saw Kristen and Danni motioning him over to their
table.
They were sitting side by side at a round table that
could have held at least eight diners.
As Chris approached, Kristen slid over. She patted the
table between her and Danni, and said, "Come sit here."
"Hi," said Chris, as he shoehorned himself between the
two girls.
"Cameron dragged you away before we could talk the
other night," said Danni. "Now we want to hear all
about you."
"Well," began Chris, and between bites of food he gave
them a brief synopsis of his life. "Now where are you
guys from?" he asked politely.
"What sports did you play in high school?" asked
Kristen as if she hadn't heard him. And his lunch went
pretty much like that. It was more like an interview
than a conversation, although there were two points of
interest about the girls that intrigued Chris. At one
point Danni placed her hand on his thigh to emphasize
some idea or another, and she just left it there. And
Kristen had left him so little room to sit, that they
were touching practically from shoulder to toes.
After almost an hour of chit-chat Chris managed to
finish his meal. "Are you going back to the dorm?"
asked Danni.
"Yeah," answered Chris, "I don't have another class
until three today."
"Good, we'll walk with you," said Danni as she gathered
up her bag.
Shortly, the three of them were in the dormitory's
elevator. When it stopped on the third floor Danni
said, "Why don't you come down to my room, Kristen and
I have something to show you."
"OK," said Chris.
Danni unlocked the door to her room and Chris followed
her inside. He heard Kristen lock the door behind her
as she came in. The blinds over the windows were
closed, that combined with a cloudy day, made the room
fairly dim. But Chris could clearly see that Danni was
pulling off her blouse.
"We thought that you might like to have a little
afternoon fun," she said as she unbuttoned her skirt
and let it drop to the floor.
"Uh, yeah," Chris said hesitantly, "I guess we could do
that."
Kristen walked past Chris and began to strip off her
clothing. Unlike Danni, she neatly placed each piece on
a chair. Kristen reminded Chris of a fashion model,
tall and slender. She retained her bra. It was black
lace and pushed her breasts up and in so that there was
a provocative bulge of breast above each cup.
There was nothing subtle about Danni, though. She was
completely naked, her legs spread wide, one hand
fondling a breast, the other hand rubbing at the skin
above her clit.
The girls approached Chris. "Let us help you out of
those clothes," said Danni with a giggle. She went to
work on his pants while Kristen undid the buttons of
his shirt. When they had him down to his briefs, Danni
stared at the pulsing bulge in Chris' underwear. "Oh
shit," breathed Danni as she watched the head of his
cock emerged from the elastic band of his underwear and
began to climb toward the rigid muscles of his abs.
"Damn, what a big fucker," said Danni. She grabbed
Chris' cock with both hands and pulled him to the bed.
The trio fell onto the improvised double bed. Kristen
snuggled against his side. Her fingers traced the hard
muscles of his chest and tummy while her tongue dove
into his mouth. Danni lavished her attention on his
stiff cock. She laved her tongue up one side and down
the other, and then she held his dick in both hands
while she kissed and swirled her tongue around its
bulging head.
While Danni swirled her tongue around his, Chris held
her slender form in his arms. He ran his fingers
through her fragrant hair, locking their feverish lips
together. He moved one hand down her back and caressed
her butt until her hips were softly bucking against his
side. Chris slid a finger into her wet pussy and began
to fuck her with it just like his tongue was fucking
her mouth.
In a couple of minutes, Kristen broke off their kiss.
She grabbed him with both arms and buried her face
against his neck. She mewled softly as her body
shuddered in orgasm.
As Kristen continued to cum on his pounding finger,
Chris was able to watch Danni make out with his cock.
She would lick and kiss it and then and then slip her
lips half way over the head and French the slit with
her tongue. When Chris caught her eye, she said, "I
think this thing just keeps getting bigger and harder.
I better get it in my pussy while I still can." Having
said that, she awkwardly straddled both Chris' and
Kristen's clinging bodies and forced his cock head past
her pussy lips. She hunched her pussy up and down as
she arched her back and held onto her bouncing tits,
rubbing her nipples between her fingers.
Kristen's orgasms slowed to a stop, but she wasn't
through with Chris yet. Her hand groped at the muscles
of his broad chest as she ran her tongue around the
shell of his ear and whispered, "Fuck me, don't cum
inside her. I want your big dick in my pussy too."
Chris gave her a reassuring smile, and then he began to
shag his hips double time into Danni's tight cunt. Her
eyes opened wide and she began to moan in time to his
deep thrusts. "Oh, oh,oh shit yeah, baby. Do it like
that."
Chris felt her pussy contact on his cock. She came
three times before Chris rose up and gave her a hard
kiss on the mouth as he pulled her off his cock and sat
her to one side.
Kristen wasted no time; she was already flat on her
back, legs bent at the knee and open wide as Chris
turned his attention her way. Precum drooled steadily
from his cock as he positioned himself between her
legs. He had to force his rock hard dick down into
place at her engorged pussy lips. He pushed and to his
surprise eight inches of wide cock slid easily into her
slick hole. "I believe you were ready for me," said
Chris with a grin.
Kristen could only moan as Chris began to pound her
with pile-driving thrusts of his hips. Her pussy
muscles milked at his cock, and Chris could tell that
she was cumming constantly. He turned to look at Danni,
and saw that her eyes were locked on the sight of his
huge dick as it plunged into and withdrew from
Kristen's pussy. Danni had two fingers sawing in and
out of her own pussy. Her hand made a steady slapping
noise as it hit her crotch.
Chris knew that he couldn't delay his own pleasure any
longer. "Watch this," he said breathlessly to Danni.
Then two more thrusts and he was cumming. The first
blast of his cum managed to stay in Kristen's pussy,
but she had a vise like grip on his cock, and the next
batch of cock cream squirted out and coated Chris'
balls.
Danni had moved to his side. She put one hand on his
shoulder and moved her other hand to catch the
overflowing cum as it shot from Kristen's pussy lips.
"It's a sperm fountain," she giggled. She took a
handful of the milky stuff and coated the base of
Chris' cock, and then she gathered up some more and
massaged it into the quivering muscles of Kristen's
thighs.
**
It was almost ten before Chris awoke on Saturday
morning. He had played basketball and worked out late
into the previous night. This morning though, his
thoughts went immediately to Cameron. He rolled onto
his stomach, trapping his morning erection under his
stomach, and moaned into his pillow. He could only hope
that neither Danni, nor Kristen had talked to her about
their little get together with Chris on Wednesday. Men
might not confide in one another about their sex lives,
unless they were braggarts, that is. But Chris was
under no illusion about how women treated the subject.
He knew that they were capable of going into great
detail with one another, probably with multicolor
charts and graphs.
Oh well, he thought, they had either talked or they
hadn't. Cameron would either be pissed or she wouldn't.
She would either call or she wouldn't.
He arose and showered, had a quick breakfast and
reentered his room before noon. His eyes went
immediately to his phone, but there were no messages.
He almost jumped when the instrument began its
electronic ringing.
Chris cleared his throat, waited through two more
rings, and then picked it up. "Hello," he said.
"Chris?" said a female voice on the other end of the
connection.
He frowned, it wasn't Cameron's voice; it sounded more
like Kristen and she seemed upset. "Kristen, what's the
matter?"
"Is Cameron with you?" she asked.
"No, I haven't seen or heard from her since the first
of the week. Why?"
"Chris, something's happened. Can you come out to
WSUGU?"
"What's wrong, has something happened to Cameron?" he
asked, sounding as concerned as he felt. "Or to you?"
he added hastily.
"I have to show you something, please come over."
"OK," said Chris. "Give me directions."
A mile outside the campus of Western State on highway
sixteen a person would never think that there was a
university near by. The two lane road ran by middle to
lower class homes, house trailers and small farms.
Chris made a turn onto an even narrower rural road and
in less than a mile he came to WSUGU. It was in an L
shaped building that looked more like a recently built
motel than anything else. He pulled into the parking
lot and walked up to the building's portico.
There was one of those electronic locks on the door and
a doorbell button next to the lock. But before Chris
could ring the bell, the door opened and Kristen was
standing there. "Come on in," she said. The door opened
into to a large common room. There were several sofas
and chairs as well as a large screen TV in one corner.
A half-dozen leotard clad young woman had their
attention on the television screen as they followed the
lead of an instructor and changed from one yoga pose to
another.
Kristen led him down a hallway that had rooms on one
side and windows on the other. Looking out the windows,
Chris could see a swimming pool - that was covered for
the fall and winter- as well as a couple of picnic
tables and a volley ball net.
"This is mine," said Kristen as they turned and entered
a room. Even Chris could appreciate how nice the space
was decorated. It was all done in burgundy and muted
shades of red. There was a desk along one wall that
held a computer and neatly placed books and papers.
She picked up a CD that lay on the desk and said in a
shaky voice. "Someone shoved this under my door in the
middle of the night."
Chris took the disk and examined it. Somebody had used
a marker to print, 'PLAY ME NOW!' on its surface.
"What's on it?" he asked.
Kristen retrieved the disk form his hand and popped it
into her computer. In a few seconds she had it playing.
Danni's face appeared on the screen; she was grinning
mischievously. "Hi Kristen and whoever else is
watching. Perhaps you may have noticed that your buddy,
Cameron, is missing. Well, don't worry, she's right
here."
Danni stepped back and the view shifted so that Danni
and Cameron were now in the frame. Only Cameron wasn't
up and walking around like Danni. She was seated on a
cheap plastic chair with duct tape over her mouth and
more tape wrapped around her torso pinning her arms to
her sides. The tough, silver tape had her ankles bound
together also. Her eyes were wide with fright. She
alternated between staring first at the camera and then
Danni.
"Oh shit," murmured Chris.
"It gets a lot worse," said Kristen.
"We have kidnapped little miss rich-bitch," said Danni,
"and of course we're holding her for ransom." She swept
her hand from one side of her body to the other and two
long strings of numbers appeared on the screen. "Here
is the international code for an offshore bank and an
account number in that bank. You have seventy-two hours
from midnight Friday to get five million dollars into
that account.
"Kristen, I know that sounds like a lot of money, but
believe me, it's just pocket change for her parents."
Danni folded her arms on her chest and continued. "So,
how do we expect to get away with this?" She made a
come here gesture with one hand. "Come on out John."
A man appeared, apparently from behind the camera. He
took a hands-on-hips stance between Danni and Cameron.
He was dressed in baggy, black clothing from head to
toe, including a ski-mask, gloves and dark glasses.
"This is John," said Danni, gesturing at the man. "He
is a stone cold, highly efficient contract killer.
He'll be in charge of Cameron. He's already been well
paid and he knows that he'll be even better paid when
the ransom comes in.
"Of course, if the ransom isn't paid then he kills
Cameron. If he doesn't hear from me on a regular basis,
then he kills Cameron. Even if the ransom is paid, and
I get arrested a decade later, then he tracks down
Cameron and kills her." She smiled sweetly into the
camera. "And that's how we expect to get away with it."
At that point Cameron began to jerk back and forth in
her chair. The thin plastic legs on the chair made a
horrible screeching noise as they scratched on the
floor, and she chimed in with her own muffled screams.
John turned and drew back his arm. He obscured Cameron
from the camera's view, but then John's hand came down
and a there was a loud thud as his gloved hand slapped
her face.
"Son of a bitch," growled Chris.
John calmly resumed his position, and as he moved away
from Cameron, her head lolled to one side and trickle
of blood came from her nose.
Danni had taken in the little episode with equanimity.
She looked into the camera and said, "OK Kristen, get
on the move or she's dead on midnight Monday." Danni
walked toward the camera and in a second the screen was
blank.
Chris and Kristen sat in silence for a few seconds, and
then Chris said, "It's some kind of a joke, or a prank
that you girls play on one another."
Kristen looked at him with a blank stare, and then
slowly shook her head. "No, Danni wasn't buddies enough
with Cameron, or anyone else at WSUGU, to do something
like this. She was on her way out. It was pretty
obvious that the girls weren't going to vote to admit
her. Look, Cameron went to her theatre group last night
and never came back. Danni or that John guy probably
snatched her then."
"And you weren't worried when she didn't come home?"
asked Chris.
Kristen stiffly stood up. "Hell, I'm not her mother. I
didn't wait up for her, and maybe you're not going to
take this seriously, but I have to."
"OK, OK," said Chris as he raised his hands in
surrender, "agreed that this kidnapping is real and
that we have to do something. Have you called her
parents? Do they really have that kind of money?"
Kristen took a deep breath and seemed to calm down.
"Yeah, Danni, or whoever she really is, is right. Five
million dollars is pocket change to her parents, but
her timing stinks. Cameron said the other day that her
parents were on their annual wilderness trip. I called
her home and talked to the housekeeper; even when I
told her that it was an emergency, she said it might
take several days to contact her parents."
Chris ran his fingers through his hair in frustration,
"So where does that leave us? Is there an aunt or uncle
or someone else that we can call?"
"I don't know, but I've already called the FBI," said
Kristen.
Chris frowned. "Was that wise? It might panic the
kidnappers."
"I didn't know what else to do," she snapped. "The
agent I spoke to said that she would be inconspicuous."
Kristen checked her watch. "She ought to be here by
now."
"OK," said Chris with a sigh. "Let's look at the CD
again, maybe there's something in there that might
help."
Kristen made a move toward her computer, but before she
could do anything, her phone rang. She had a terse
conversation and then hung up. "That was the FBI agent
calling from her car; she'll be here in a second. Let's
go let her in."
Chris followed Kristen back down the hallway to the
living room. The yoga girls had moved on, apparently
they weren't interested in the info-commercial for
breast enhancement cream that was playing on the TV.
As Chris watched out of the room's picture window, a
red Corvette convertible, with its top down, pulled
into the parking lot. When the car stopped, the door
opened and a woman got out. She was tall, with dark
hair that was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a
dark green tee shirt that stretched across her breasts
and left most of her tummy bare. A pair of well fitted
jeans and casual shoes finished off her ensemble. It
was hard to tell her age; she was wearing a cap low on
her brow and sunglasses too. She grabbed a bag off the
passenger seat and headed to the door.
"Kristen?" the woman asked as Kristen opened the door
for her.
"Yes," said Kristen.
A leather wallet appeared in the woman's hand. She
flipped it open to reveal her credentials. "I'm Special
Agent Patricia Weaver of the FBI." She moved her
glasses to the sit on the bill of her cap, revealing
dark eyes and high cheek bones that gave a faintly
oriental cast to her features.
Kristen introduced Chris and the three of them made
their way to her room. Agent Weaver watched the disc
and then went through her version of the 'are you sure
this isn't a joke' questions. When she was convinced
that the situation wasn't a college prank, Weaver got
on her phone and made an impressive number of calls to
Western's security office as well as the local sheriff
and her own office.
"Let's take a look at Cameron's room," said Weaver,
when she finally pocketed her phone.
Kristen led the way down the hall and into Cameron's
room. They passed a couple of girls along the way who
spoke to Kristen, but they didn't seem very interested
in the two strangers in their midst.
"Don't touch anything," said Weaver when they entered
Cameron's room. Chris was strangely comforted to see
that Cameron's room wasn't neat as a pin. Her book bag
lay in the middle of the floor and bits of clothing lay
strewn on her unmade bed and chairs. Her desk was a
jumble of books and papers.
Weaver looked about for a minute before she announced,
"I don't think we're going to find anything helpful
here, but I'm going to have a forensics team come out
anyway." She pulled out her phone and began to issue
orders once more.
"She's done everything but call out the Marines," Chris
whispered to Kristen.
"No Marines, but I have taken charge of a couple of
National Guard units before," said Weaver as she put
away her phone. She looked thoughtfully at Chris and
Kristen for a second and said, "Kristen, I need you
wait on the forensics team. They'll probably show up in
a van or truck and look like contractors come out to
fix something. Chris, why don't you and I go back to
campus and look at Danni's room?"
"Sure," said Chris. "anything to help."
They walked outside into the parking lot. Agent Weaver
pointed at Chris' Jeep and asked, "Is that yours?"
"Yeah," said Chris. "How did you know?"
She grinned at Chris and said, "For one thing it's
parked in a visitor's slot, and for another, it hardly
looks like a chick-car."
Chris looked at his muddy old Jeep and then at the rest
of the cars in sight. They were mostly compact to mid-
sized sedans with a sprinkling of sporty cars and small
SUV's. "I guess your right," he said with a shrug as
they entered the Corvette. Chris looked around at the
car's leather interior and bright red paint and said,
"Speaking of cars agent Weaver, I'm wondering about the
FBI's concept of an inconspicuous car."
She laughed. "You can call me Pat. We confiscated this
car from an organized crime felon. It doesn't get out
of the garage very often. What's the matter? Don't I
look like a co-ed showing off her pretty car and hot
boyfriend on a Saturday drive?"
Chris smiled in reply. He had to admit that she could
easily pass as a student.
After flashing her badge at the dormitory's supervisor,
Pat obtained a pass key and then she and Chris made
their way to Danni's third floor room. She had Chris
stand back as they neared the door. He observed that
her hand hovered above the open bag that hung from her
shoulder. He assumed that she was ready to grab her gun
if it was needed.
In the end though, she didn't need any weapons or even
the pass key. The door was standing open, and after she
disappeared for a second, Pat peeked from around the
door frame and motioned him forward. When Chris entered
the room he saw that it had been stripped bare except
for the university's furniture. Pat was already on her
phone as he came through the door.
"Well, we couldn't expect to find her here anyway," she
said into the phone. "What have you got for me?" The
call continued for a couple of minutes, mostly Pat just
listened. When she put the phone away, she turned to
Chris and said, "We've already identified Danni. Her
name is Danielle Stevens. Apparently she's been in and
out of minor trouble since her early teens. It looks
like she's hooked into the big time now."
"Really?" said Chris. "I mean she didn't seem smart
enough to me to do something like this."
Pat gave him a little smirk. "Ordinarily, I'd say
something about men underestimating a woman with blonde
hair and big boobs, but I think you're right. She's
probably fronting for someone else, maybe this John
character, maybe a whole gang."
Suddenly Pat took a step toward Chris. With the tips of
her breasts about an inch from Chris' chest, she looked
up into his eyes and said, "You know, the FBI is very
good at catching kidnappers. If there is a gang, then
the first one we arrest has a chance to make a deal, to
practically walk away if the hostage is returned
unharmed and the other bad guys get put away."
Chris didn't back away from her implied accusation,
from the harsh look on her face or from the rest of her
body for that matter. In fact it was kind of nice to
stare into those dark eyes and to inhale her fragrance.
"Look," he said, "I barely know any of those girls,
especially Danni, but I was hoping to get to know
Cameron much better."
Pat leaned forward until her breasts began to spread
across Chris' chest. She rested a hand lightly on his
shoulder. "Are you saying that you didn't know how rich
her family is?"
"I knew that she had a car that's probably worth more
than my mother's house, but not that she's worth
billions or whatever."
Pat's hand moved to the back of Chris' neck. She pulled
his head down and then they were kissing. Their lips
were firmly planted together and in a few seconds their
tongues were sliding around one another. Pat managed to
rub her tits, hands and most of the rest of her body on
Chris' muscular frame.
When they came up for air Chris said softly, "That's
some interrogation technique you have there."
Pat gave him a sexy smile. "You'd be surprised at how
many men can't get it up because they feel guilty." Her
hand groped at Chris' groin. "Damn, from the feel of
this, I'd have to say that you're about the most guilt
free man I've ever met."
Chris could feel his dick growing rapidly. Pat's
upturned face was inviting another kiss and so he
obliged her. Her full lips were warm and he could feel
her breath coming faster and faster. All the pent up
sexual energy he had been saving for Cameron was about
to find its release. But then her words about guilt and
his thoughts of Cameron made him pull back. "Look, we
shouldn't be making out while Cameron's still in
trouble," he said with his lips brushing against hers.
Pat ran her hand along his cheek and said, "You're
sweet, but I've put a couple of hundred law enforcement
people on the move. Right now the best thing that we
can do is let them do their work."
With both arms full of willing, beautiful female, Chris
didn't need any further encouragement. He locked his
mouth back onto hers and let his hands roam freely.
They found their way under her shirt and then he was
cupping and caressing her breasts through her bra. With
one deft move, he unsnapped her bra and brushed the
cups away from her soft flesh.
Pat moaned as he tweaked her nipples and in a second
she had her arms in the air and Chris was stripping off
her top and loose bra. He gazed at her full breasts. In
fact, thought Chris, they might be a bit too full. He
was almost sure that she had implants. Not that it
really mattered. They were hardly the porn-sized
balloon implants. In fact, her tits looked fantastic
and his cock felt as if it had just grown another inch
in agreement.
Pat was busily stripping off the rest of her clothes,
and Chris followed her example. "Wow," was all that Pat
said when she saw his cock swing into view. She jacked
both hands up and down the length of his shaft as they
resumed their wet, frantic kisses.
Chris swept Pat up in his muscular arms and laid her on
the bare mattress of one of the room's beds. He lay
down beside her and traced his fingers along the inside
of her thigh. Her legs opened invitingly and Chris slid
a finger into her wet pussy. He began to finger fuck
her as his mouth made its way down her neck to her
breasts. "Oh yes, baby," cooed Pat as he sucked and ran
his tongue over her nipples.
Chris had her hips rolling and shifting about before he
moved his lips and tongue to her clit. He teased her
slowly with a finger massaging her g-spot until her
legs were locked around his torso, urging him closer.
"Please make me cum.please, Chris," she moaned.
Chris felt a fresh surge of sexual energy run through
his cock. He had this beautiful, take charge woman,
practically foaming at the mouth for him and it gave
him a heady feeling of power. He reached down and
gathered up a palm full of pre-cum from the stream of
that was oozing from his cock. He slathered it on his
bulging cock head and down the first eight or ten
inches of rigid shaft. Then he returned his attention
to Pat. He carefully brought her back to the edge of
orgasm, and then he drew himself up and plunged his
huge member into her sloppy wet pussy.
"OH FUCK!" screamed Pat as she went into a convulsive
orgasm. She thrashed about on Chris' heaving cock. Her
breath came in great sobs and then her back arched
until Chris was practically fucking her pussy straight
up in the air. Slowly, her body relaxed back onto the
bed. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and there was
a blush that ran from between her tits all the way up
her face. Every few seconds a shiver ran through her
body as if she had a chill, but Chris knew that she was
all right. In fact, she was better than just all right;
she was in a state of perpetual orgasm.
He grinned and felt a swell of pride. In the back of
his mind he knew that a few women could achieve this
state of continual sexual bliss and that it was mostly
their own doing. But he couldn't help running a fantasy
through his mind where he had ruined her for any
another man. That she would search in vain for someone
who could please her like he was now. He saw her alone
in her bed, her pussy stretched by some massive,
gyrating, vibrating dildo as she moaned out his name
and sought some fraction of the pleasure that she was
experiencing right this minute.
Yeah, sure pal, thought Chris sarcastically. I'm sure
that's going to happen, he told himself as he came back
to the present. He could feel the pressure building up
in his cock, and he knew that his own orgasm wasn't
going to be anything prolonged. It was going to be an
explosion and it was happening now. His hips
practically blurred in motion as he shot string after
string of creamy, thick cum into Pat's grasping pussy.
It was several minutes before either of them could move
from their lethargic post orgasmic state, but then Pat
rallied quickly. She gave him a peck on the cheek and
said, "That was fantastic, babe." And then she was off
the bed, using tissues from her bag to clean away the
messy aftermath of their sex. She had just put on her
bra and panties when her never quiescent cell phone
began to chirp.
"Oh really," she said into the phone, "well I'm
finished here." She gave Chris a wink. "I can check
that out right now. Why don't you have the deputy meet
me, I don't think that my car could make it down that
road as you describe it."
She listened for a few more seconds and then said
goodbye.
Chris gazed at Pat. She looked sexy as hell with her
full breasts bulging above her bra. She had her legs
spread wide and one hand on her hip as she spoke.
Despite their recent furious fuck, Chris felt his cock
begin to stir. He hopped out of bed and began to put on
his clothes. He really would be feeling guilty about
Cameron if he tried for round two with agent Weaver.
"That was my office," said Pat as she donned the rest
of her clothing. "We got a license number and
description of Danni's car from the University's
police, and gave it to the local sheriff's office. It
seems that one of the sheriff's deputies had gone
fishing last week at some place called Panther Creek.
Anyway, there are some rental cabins on the road there
and he was checking them out as he drove by, sometimes
they have trouble with break-ins. This deputy thinks
that he remembers a car that fits the description of
Danni's car as sitting at one of the rental cabins."
"That seems pretty unlikely, doesn't it?" asked Chris.
"I mean that they would still be so close."
"Probably, but I have to check it out," said Pat. "Come
on, I'll drive you back to the girls' place so you can
get your car, then I'm going to meet that deputy."
They were half way back to WSUGU when Pat's phone went
off yet again. She answered and had a short
conversation, at one point looking at Chris. "Maybe I
can handle it another way," she said and hung up.
"Now what?" he asked.
"There's been a shooting somewhere in the county. Some
red neck is holding his wife at gun point, and every
available officer and deputy is headed there. I won't
have anyone to take me to that cabin. They say the road
is muddy and washed out along that creek. Now I wish
that I hadn't driven the Corvette."
"We can take my Jeep," volunteered Chris.
"Yeah, I thought of that," said Pat. "And even though
this cabin will probably turn out to be as empty as
Danni's room, I can't ask you to do more."
"I don't mind," Chris said, "at least I'll feel like
I've contributed something."
After driving in silence for a mile, Pat said, "OK,
we'll take your Jeep. I doubt that we'll find anything,
but these leads have to be checked."
In the parking lot back at WSUG, they transferred to
Chris' Jeep and headed out. They rode back to highway
sixteen and turned away from the university. After a
few miles they came to an intersection with a
convenience store situated in one corner. "Turn here,"
said Pat, "that's where I was supposed to meet the
deputy."
Chris turned and in a couple of miles he turned again
at a sign that read 'Panther Creek rd'. It was a gravel
tract that wound steeply down hill until it flattened
out next to a creek. The road did become a bit rutted,
and Chris figured that a low slung car like the
Corvette would have trouble driving in there. They
rounded a curve and Pat pointed across a weedy field to
a cabin that was set back from the road. "That's the
place," she said.
As they approached, they could see a black Ford
Expedition SUV half hidden behind the cabin. "Well
there's someone there," said Pat. "Why don't you stop
in front of the place and kill the engine. We'll get
out and make it look like we've got car trouble."
"OK," agreed Chris. He stopped on the edge of the road
near the cabin. It was situated about twenty yards away
up rise. He got out of the Jeep and opened the hood and
the pretended to jiggle wires and such as he tried to
catch glimpses of the house.
Pat stood back, sunglasses on, bag over her shoulder,
arms crossed under breasts, looking very much like an
impatient and highly unamused girlfriend. After a
minute she said, "Well, I can't tell anything from
here. Let's go up to the cabin and ask if we can use
the phone."
"Right," said Chris as he stepped back and brushed his
hands together to knock off the engine grime. They
walked up the gavel drive to the cabin. It was set into
the side of a hill, and they had to mount a flight of
steps to reach a porch that ran all along the front of
the cabin. There were a half dozen rocking chairs on
the porch, and Chris could just imagine relaxing in one
of those rockers as night fell after a long day of fly
fishing. That would be much nicer than the nervous
anticipation and slightly numb feeling that he had at
the moment.
As they reached the back of the porch, he took a deep
breath, opened a screen door and rapped loudly on the
wooden inner door. Belatedly, Chris realized that he
should have let Pat take the lead. When he glanced
back, he could see that she had her right hand was
resting on her bag that was slung over her shoulder,
and her left hand was lifting her sunglasses to the
bill of her cap. She gave him a quick, encouraging
smile, and then Chris heard heavy footsteps beyond the
door.
The door opened a few inches to the length of a safety
chain. Part of a face, including one icy blue eye
appeared in the crack between the door and its frame.
The lone eye looked Chris over and then a man's voice
said, "Yeah?"
"Hi, could.uh.we use your phone? Our car broke down -
right down there on the road," he said, jerking a thumb
over his shoulder.
"No fucking phone, it's a fucking rustic cabin," the
man said as if that should be obvious to anyone.
"Oh," was all that Chris could manage to say. At a
loss, he was about to turn to Pat when there was a
muffled cry, a crashing noise and a heavy thump from
the rear of the cabin. The man at the door looked
startled. He slammed the door shut and then Chris heard
his footsteps as the man ran.
"Break it down, break it down," Pat said frantically.
Chris tried the knob and tried to shove the door open
but it was stopped short by the safety chain. He took a
half step back and then threw his weight at the door,
slamming his palms against the edge opposite the chain.
There was the sound of splintering wood and the door
crashed open. Chris' momentum sent him stumbling into
the room. The cabin may have looked rustic on the
outside, but in the interior the floors were a
gleaming, polished hardwood. Chris' foot hit a throw
rug and as he fought for his balance the rug was
scrunched into a lump behind him.
Most any one else would have fallen flat on their face,
but after going half way to the floor Chris managed to
regain his balance. He straightened up just in time to
see the man enter the room. But he wasn't alone; he was
dragging Cameron with him. She was still bound in tape
and struggling futilely in the man's grasp. Chris
realized that this must have been the man that Danni
had called John on the compact disc.
John came up short when he saw Chris. He had one beefy
arm crushing Cameron's breasts as he held her fast to
his chest. In his other hand, he was holding a heavy
kitchen knife to her throat. The triangular blade of
the knife must have been razor sharp. There was a thin
line of blood where the blade pressed into her flesh.
"Federal Agent, drop the knife or I'll fire," Pat said
in a loud, firm voice.
Chris turned and saw Pat as she entered the room. She
was holding a pistol in her outstretched hands. Her
eyes were locked on John and when her foot hit the rug
that Chris had bunched up, she tripped. The gun flew
out of her hand as she went to her knees. The weapon
sounded much heavier than it looked as it thudded to
the floor and then skittered across the polished wood
toward John.
Chris watched as the gun slid past his feet. He saw
that it wasn't going to stop until it fetched up
against John's foot. He also saw that they were all
doomed if that cold killer got a hold of it.
Chris dove for the gun. In a movie he would have
grabbed the gun by its grip as he neatly rolled across
the floor, and then jumped to his feet with the bad guy
in his sights. As it was, Chris belly flopped to the
floor grabbing the gun with both hands. He fumbled with
it as he regained his feet, but he managed to end up
with the business end of the gun less than a foot from
the patch of skin between John's eyes.
In the back of Chris' mind he could already see the
ensuing stand off. John would demand that Chris drop
the gun, which he wasn't about to do. Pat would go into
mediator mode, pointing out that no one had died yet
and that no one had to. But there was no menacing look
on John's face, no sneer of stalemate, just a look of
panic.
John jerked the arm that was around Cameron's breasts
in one direction and the hand holding the knife in
another. The result was a great spew of blood that shot
from the blood vessels in her neck. As her body toppled
over, Chris could see the gaping wound in her neck and
even more blood pouring onto her chest.
For Chris, most of the world went away. All he could
see was John backing away, his hands stuck in front of
his body as if to ward off an attack. Chris centered
the sights of the gun on John's face and pulled the
trigger once, twice and a third time. He would have
emptied the clip into the killer's face, but the gun
jammed.
John went down and Chris went to his knees next to his
body. To Chris' amazement, John was still alive. He was
squirming about, still trying to get away from Chris.
There wasn't a mark on his face, much less three
gunshot wounds. Chris couldn't understand how he could
have missed the man. Maybe in the heat of the moment he
had been jerking the gun to one side as he pulled the
trigger. But it didn't matter, Chris had two pounds of
hard edged steel in his hands; he would just beat the
son of bitch to death.
Chris raised the gun over his head, and he was about to
smash it into John's face when he felt hands grab his
wrist. Suddenly, he was aware that Pat had been
screaming at him ever since his first shot, but between
the noise of the gunshots and his state of mind, he
hadn't been heard her.
"Stop, Chris, it's just a TV stunt, please don't hurt
him," she was repeating over and over.
Thirty minutes later Chris was seated at the kitchen
table in the cabin. He picked up a plastic bottle of
water and took a long drink. His hand shook as he sat
the bottle down. He still wasn't over the tremendous
adrenaline rush of the past hour.
On the table next to the bottled water, was the knife
that John - it turned out that his name really was John
- had held to Cameron's throat. For the fifth time in
the last few minutes, he picked it up and looked it
over. It was a prop of course. The thing was mostly
hollow plastic. What would have been the cutting edge
was actually rounded and full of tiny holes. When an
actor squeezed the knife's handle, fake blood came
through the holes. A dull metal coating made the prop
look real. John had panicked when he saw Chris holding
the gun inches from his eyes. He knew that even blanks
could hurt from that range. So that's when he'd
panicked, causing fake, gory blood to go everywhere.
The gaping wound in Cameron's throat had been a product
of light and shadow and mostly Chris' imagination.
Chris put the knife back on the table when he saw
Kristen and Danni approach. They took seats and Kristen
said, "Pat and Cameron are taking John to the hospital.
We think he may have a burst eardrum from the shots."
"We're all about half deaf," said Danni as she rubbed
at her ear. "Those full power blanks are damn loud when
you shoot them indoors."
Chris smiled weakly and said, "Yeah, I noticed."
"Let me tell you what's going on from the beginning,"
said Kristen.
It turned out that Kristen, Danni and Pat were
television producers. They had a contract to turn out a
so-called reality show based on the lives of college
co-eds. The girls got room, board and tuition in return
for having a large chunk of their private lives put on
tape. Of course the girls had to take on challenges
made up by the producers. The over weight girl of the
house was forced to go out for cheerleader. The
beautiful girls were forced to woo geeks and nerds and
so forth. It had been Cameron's job to lure an all
American stud into thinking that he was really faced
with a life or death situation.
"The crew had a betting pool going as to whether you
would scream, or cry, or wet your pants or just run
away," said Kristen with a smile.
"Too bad they didn't add 'grab the gun and blaze away
like John Wayne'," chipped in Danni.
"Yeah, too bad" said Chris with a good deal of sarcasm.
"Look, no harm - no foul," said Kristen, getting back
to business. She took a file of papers that she had
been holding and pushed it across the table to Chris.
"These are papers that release us to show you in our
program."
Chris took the file and thumbed through the dozen or so
sheets of paper.
Danni held out a pen for him to use. "This is you
ticket to fame," she said. "Who knows, you may end up
on the talk show circuit. There're any number of
possibilities."
Chris took the file and stood to leave. "I'll let you
know," he said.
Several days later, Chris was studying in his room,
late at night, when there was a knock at his door.
"Come in," he called out. He figured it was one of the
guys wanting to split a pizza. But when it opened,
Cameron's head slowly peeked around the door's edge.
"Hi," she said softly, "can I come in?"
"Sure," he said.
She came into the room and took a seat opposite Chris
at the desk. She was wearing white Capri pants and a
light blue hooded sweatshirt that was zipped low enough
to show a bit of cleavage above a lacy bra. After some
small talk she said, "I just came from looking at the
footage they shot of you. It's some good stuff. You
looked very heroic."
"Well I feel used, more like an idiot than anything
else."
"Hey don't feel that way," she said, reaching across
the desk to lightly touch his hand. "You were sweet.
You did all you could when you thought that I was in
trouble."
"How did you come to pick me anyway?" he asked.
She shrugged. "They wanted a big, arrogant stud that
they could scare the pants off of."
"And you thought that was me?"
Now it was her turn to shrug and smile. "You certainly
filled out the stud part when I saw you all sweaty in
front of the mailboxes that day. And a lot of guys who
look like you think that the world revolves around
their oversized egos. But after I got to know you a
little, I tried to persuade Danni and them to let me
get someone else. I didn't want to see you embarrassed.
But, apparently they ambushed you at lunch or
something, and after that their minds were set."
"Oh," said Chris as he loudly cleared his throat.
"Maybe it's my own fault that I made such a huge
impression."
"Well anyway," she said as she picked up the folder
that held the release papers, "have you signed these?"
"No, I haven't decided. I might, they are offering a
little money."
She opened the folder and looked at the papers. "Not
very much money," she said. She gave him a sly grin.
"How much money would you like to get out of this?"
"Gee," said Chris looking up in the air as if to read
off some astronomical figure. "Let's say ten thousand
dollars."
Cameron stood and walked around the desk. She plopped
the file down in front of Chris and took a pen from his
fingers. She wrote a two and a zero in front of the
dollar offer from Danni and friends, and then she drew
a heavy circle around the figures.
"That's twenty thousand more than their offer," said
Chris, stating the obvious.
"Right," she said. "I'll take this back and tell them
that you wanted more, but that I talked you down to the
twenty. They'll pat me on the head and tell me that
they know how to play hard ball. They'll offer you the
ten thousand and probably add a note telling you to
take it or leave it - they can always blur out your
face and use the tape anyway."
Chris beamed up at Cameron. He wrapped his arm around
her waist and pulled her down to his lap. "Hey, I'm
beginning to think that you're on my side."
Cameron slid her arms around his neck and gave him a
soft, wet kiss that lasted for a full minute. She could
fell the affect that it was having on Chris. His
rapidly hardening cock was practically lifting her into
the air.
"You know," said Chris, "the other night you said that
you wanted to do this some place more romantic."
She looked around the drab dorm room thoughtfully for a
second and said, "I guess I owe you one," then she
locked her mouth on his.
Cameron's kiss was so frantic Chris thought his tongue
was going to be tied in knots. She rocked her hips on
his distended cock until it ached. He ran his hands
underneath her sweatshirt and took his pleasure at the
feel of her warm, soft skin. Cameron broke their kiss
just long enough to pull off her top and bra. Chris
eagerly moved his hands to her breasts. They weren't
large, but they had a nice shape. Cameron moaned softly
and arched her back when he took a nipple in his mouth
and played it with his lips and tongue.
Chris stood with Cameron in his arms. She gently nipped
at his neck as he turned to his bed and laid her down.
Cameron kicked off her shoes and then Chris helped her
skin off her tight Capri pants.
Cameron whipped off her thong and then used the elastic
band to shoot the feathery panties at Chris' chest.
"You're wearing way too many clothes," she said
laughing. "Let me see what I can do about that."
Chris stepped closer and Cameron undid his belt. It
took a bit of doing but in a few seconds Chris' cock
was jutting stiffly from his groin. Cameron bent the
rigid flesh to mouth level and began to kiss and tongue
Chris' cock head as eagerly as she had his mouth.
"Oh that's too good," said Chris. She was using both
hands to jack his cock.
He peeled off his shirt and then reluctantly pulled
away from Cameron's lovely mouth long enough to shed
the rest of his clothes.
There was nothing demure about Cameron. She lay on her
back with her legs bent at the knees and spread wide.
She was fondling her breast with one hand while she
rubbed at her clit with the other. "Hey, that's my
job," said Chris as he climbed on the bed and pushed
Cameron's hand away from her shaved pussy. He split her
silken lips with his tongue and moved it to the little
button of her clit. He eased a finger into the clinging
wetness of her pussy and probed until he found the bump
of her g-spot.
"Oh fuck, Chris," she moaned, "what are you doing?"
Chris grinned to himself, apparently no other man had
done this for Cameron. He slowed his ministrations and
brought her along slowly. He excited to the edge of
climax a dozen times. He had to practically fight her
off with his free hand as she did her best to shove his
face into her dripping pussy.
"Damn it, Chris," she hissed, "fuck me, please fuck
me."
Chris relented and moved up her body. He worked his
swollen cock head into Cameron's hot cunt and then in
one solid thrust he shoved in the first nine inches of
his huge cock.
"Uhhh," moaned Cameron. She started cumming
immediately.
Chris fucked her until he lost count of her orgasms.
When he felt as if his balls were going to burst, he
pulled out of her steaming cunt. His cock plopped onto
her stomach, and Chris continued to swing his hips. His
cock slid up until the head was pounding on her
breasts. He began to shoot a massive load of cum. The
creamy stuff coated her tits, the hollow of her neck
and a couple of hot streams even landed on her face.
Several minutes later, Chris and Cameron began to get
dressed once again. "Sorry about the impromptu facial,"
he said.
"Yeah," said Cameron as she pulled her sweatshirt over
her head, "someone might think that you had some issues
with me."
Chris laughed and said, "None that I know of - besides,
you can't say that I didn't think of your needs first."
Cameron walked over to where he was standing and put
her arms around his neck. In between soft kisses she
said, "I guess I can't complain about that." They
kissed until Chris was pulsing his hips against
Cameron. "You're hard again already," she said with a
bit of awe in her voice.
Chris put his hands on her ass and pulled her against
his renewed hard on. "It can be hard for you, a lot,"
said Chris with a grin.
"I'm all for working in some recreational sex," said
Cameron, returning his grin. "just as you don't mind
hiding it from my fianc‚."
"Fiance?" he said.
To be continued.