Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Before we were through the front door Jackie's legs were around my waist and her arms around my neck. I kicked the door closed behind us and took her straight to her room as she kissed my face. Somewhere under a pile of everything from her closet was a bed-- it hadn't moved since the last time I saw it so I was pretty sure I could find it. I unhooked her coveralls without dropping her and let the bib part fall open revealing her breasts. They looked great and tasted better. Not so much taste, I guess, but texture. I put her on her feet and pushed the denim to the floor. Those coverall cutoffs had been the sum total of everything she was wearing.
"Beth's gone all day?" I asked gruffly. She nodded while kind of working her mouth like she was biting at the inside of her cheeks and lips.
"Good," I said, "You look great, Jackie." She did too. Her hair was a bit longer and now almost shoulder length which was just right for her. When I first met her it was shorter. I liked it better now and told her. She still didn't say anything. "Is something wrong?" I asked. She shook her head very slightly from side to side while looking down at the floor like she had done something humiliating. I was confused. She was naked. I was fully dressed. We were standing next to her bed. Finally I just said, "What is it, Jackie?"
She looked at me and said one word very softly, "Cock."
I smiled slightly and said, "You know where it is, girl." She sat back on the bed and pulled me to her by grabbing my jeans and belt buckle. While she got my pants open I took off my sweatshirt-- it didn't seem fair that she was nude and I wasn't. She didn't get my pants, boots, and socks off before she had me in her mouth, however. Unzipped, unbuckled, my pants and underwear pulled down to my thighs, and watching that naughty little blond make my cock disappear in her mouth-- it felt like I was back home.
After she had been licking, nibbling, tugging, sucking and stroking me for a while my brain was struck with the idea that the art of cock sucking didn't have to be a face-to-face sort of thing. It was pretty hard to fuck at a 45 degree angle-- not impossible-- but damn difficult. But the human neck, head, and mouth were very versatile. Jackie's mouth was capable of great things. That much I knew for certain. So, I pulled away from her mouth and pivoted back on my left foot until I was off to the side. Then with my left hand I got her by that blond hair I loved so much and pulled her down off the bed. She went to her knees. I jerked her head back and stepped up to her from the side and, pressing it down with my right hand, I put my cock against her wide open mouth. Jackie now had my cock in a position where its length was in the same direction as her lips. I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled her head over towards my left thigh. Her head was still back so her eyes were on the ceiling when they weren't looking into mine.
"Did you say you wanted hard cock, little girl? Huh?" She nodded slightly against my grip. "Well, here it is, what the fuck are you going to do with it?" I said as I ran the bottom of my shaft across her mouth from balls to head. After just one pass I took my cock at the root with my right hand and slapped it across her mouth. I moved her head around by controlling it with my clenched fist in her hair and proceeded to cock-whip her cheeks, eyes, nose, hair, neck, forehead--- everywhere-- until returning it to her mouth. Right where it belonged.
"Work the underside, girl. Right there!" I said as I put the cock head onto her outstretched tongue. She was all over it. Drooling, sucking, licking on that hard-on. I relaxed my grip in her hair enough to let her do what she wanted on my cock. She moved around on the floor to get back to a face-to-face, or technically, a face-to-cock position. Jackie was completely in the moment. Nothing else mattered right then. She was a cock sucking animal. She was, and is, a natural born cocksucker. I've told her exactly that. She just smiles.
There are only two things that ever get Jackie to stop chattering: a hand held tightly over her mouth, and her own cock hunger.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I sat on the edge of the bed in the gym shorts I had pulled on to go down the hall. My back was turned to Diana and I was listening to Houndog Taylor rippin' it up on his Sears guitar. "Everything OK?" Diana asked.
"Yeah. Fine. How did you happen to pick this album?" I asked.
"I looked through your stuff and it was something I'd never heard of. I like to try new things," she said.
"What do you think?"
"It's kinda...uh... jangly," she said, "I like it... but it might not be right." She never explained what she meant by "right" but asked if I had any soul music. I put on Al Green's "Let's Stay Together" album, got under the sheets with her, and then took my gym shorts off and tossed them on our clothes pile.
"Why so modest?" she asked.
"I'm shy," I said. Diana laughed and got on top of me as she did.
"You are that for sure. I finally figured that out this summer. I'm usually not that slow. Did I tell you I had decided last spring that you didn't like girls?" she said.
"What?" I asked, "Where did that come from?"
"Well, when you didn't make a move I figured there had to be something, you know, wrong with you. And then I got to thinking that Molly looked kind of like a twelve year old boy in need of a haircut... so I put two and two together and decided you liked boys," she said brightly.
"You left out an important part, Diana. Don't tell anybody, but I lived with another guy all last school year!" I said.
"No! You didn't!" Diana said in mock horror.
I had figured one thing out about her, she loved to climb on top of me. And she felt really good there too. She was very light so I could breathe at least a little bit and she was the most uninhibited person I'd ever been around. Unlike me she wasn't the least bit self-conscious about being totally nude. My hands naturally went to her taut butt cheeks when she was on top of me-- they just seemed to fit there. When Side One ended she hopped off, turned the LP over, started Side Two and got right back on me like I was a rug or something. I watched every move she made as she did that. It was pretty close to perfect as far as I could tell.
"You seem moody. Are you OK?" she asked.
"I'm fine. What could be wrong, Diana? I mean, I'm in bed with the prettiest girl on campus and classes haven't even started yet." I said.
"I don't know... I thought maybe because you fucked me you were losing interest already," she laughed.
"Is that how it usually works?" I asked.
"I have no idea. I was a virgin until less than an hour ago," she said. Then we both laughed.
When she came back to bed after turning the album over to play Side One again, she took up a new position. She straddled my hips and sat on me with her ass resting lightly just this side of my cock. My hands went for her tits and she grabbed my wrists and told me I couldn't touch.
"Just relax, Wilson. You don't have to do a thing," she said. Reluctantly I laced my fingers together and put my hands behind my head. Diana caught the Memphis beat that Al Jackson Jr. and Leroy Hodges were playing and started to move to it as Al Green's vocals washed over the room. Her eyes were closed as she "danced" on top of me. Some of her movements involved playing with the parts of her that I had intended to touch when she told me I couldn't. It was a riveting performance.
When the title cut ended I started to reach for her and she slapped my hand.
"No! Don't touch!" she scolded.
By the third song she had turned herself around and straddled me facing the foot of the bed. I fought every temptation and kept myself from getting my hands on her ass. But what a view. During song four she put her hands back on both sides of my chest and leaned backwards, throwing her long, thick, dark red hair across my face and chest. I kept my hands behind my head but it was incredibly difficult. By now I had gotten hard again and as the side came to an end Diana had leaned all the way back and my chest was against her back. Her head was on my collarbone and her hair was everywhere. She slid down me a bit and reached for my stiff cock. She got it in her right hand and pressed it against her pussy lips, moving it from side to side across her opening. Then she got up on her knees and, still straddling me and facing away from me, she lowered herself onto my swollen member.
"Can I use my hands now, Diana?" I asked her softly.
"Oh, fuck, yes," she said.
I took her by the hips and together we moved her pussy up and down on my cock. It hadn't been all that long since I came so I had absolutely no intention of cumming again anytime soon. After a long time Diana raised herself up off me and stood up on the bed. She twirled around and put her feet outside my knees as I stayed right where I was. She lowered herself onto her knees, all the while staring straight into my eyes. Then she put me back inside of her and started to ride me while facing me. This was going to go on for a long time so I put my hands back behind my head, grinned, and watched her. She bit her lower lip, smiled, and reached down to play with her clit while she glided up and down on me. She seemed very determined.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
I was on another part of campus for my sophomore year. There were about a dozen new 4 story buildings down by the river and they were the first suite-type dorms on campus. And... they were the first co-ed dorms. I had a single room in a suite that had two corridors off a living room. I shared a bathroom with 5 other guys in my hall-- there were 12 of us total in the suite and there, right on the other side of our floor, just past the elevators, were 12 girls, er, college women. Of course this meant little to me as I had all the woman I needed just 210.6 miles to the north. I was so committed that when I saw that little single room I didn't think, "Cool. A nice private room in which to have wild sexual activities with co-eds!" No. I thought, "Cool. I don't have to share a room with a dipstick like Petey this year. That means private jerking-off at least twice a day. I wonder if I packed enough Kleenex?"
As it turned out my freshman roommate Petey was actually a suite-mate, but he lived down the other corridor. That was cool, somebody around that I already knew, but not right next door. Our Resident Assistant was Jill and she lived on the women's side (duh!) of our floor. I knew this because she had posted notices calling for a floor meeting for 8PM. I spent the afternoon and evening helping other guys move in and setting up my room. Stereo stuff took up half the closet, clothes took up another quarter of it. The posters went up on the walls: Van Gogh "Starry Night" print, Picasso's line drawing of a woman's ass (at least I hoped it was a woman!), a blown-up B&W photo of Hendrix in concert. My footlocker, emptied of towels and sheets and now covered with a small oriental carpet, doubled as a groovitational cocktail table. There, all set for a year of matriculation.
Around 7:45 I went out to the living room and most of the guys were already out there meeting each other. Anticipation caused a group decision to be punctual for the meeting. We didn't care too much about the meeting, but most of us were interested in assessing the talent on our floor. As we were exiting our suite there was Jill coming over to get us. My preconceived notions of a female RA being a prison matron narc went out the window. Jill was lovely, with very long, straight, black hair, a great tan, and a friendly, wide smile. We gladly followed her over to the women's suite where there were 12 girls who, no doubt, were waiting to see how intelligent we seemed. After all, that's what women care about: smarts-- not looks. I was the last guy through the door and there was already general cacophony and mayhem. As my eyes scanned the room I saw one young lady looking directly at me. As soon as our eyes met she jumped up and ran across the room and shouted, "Wil!" as she threw her arms around me. It was Diana. You remember Diana I'm sure. (Arrogant jerk! Like we've read all of this stuff from the very beginning! Some people work for a living, clown!-Ed.) OK. So maybe you don't know Diana. She's the attractive redhead who flirted shamelessly with me in Molly's very own dorm room. I believe her words were: "If you ever get tired of Little Miss No Tits, let me know." "Believe" nothing, that was exactly what she had said.
Diana dragged me across the room to sit next to her on the couch. Jill "Wow-she's-really-pretty-I-can't-believe-she's-our-RA" Thompson went through all of her agenda items... fire drills...dining hall...drugs...alcohol...overnight guests...etc. When she was done and the subsequent questions were over Diana grabbed my arm and said, "Wilson, I can't believe we're on the same floor. This is so great. A bunch of us are going uptown drinking and you have to come." A beer sounded pretty good and getting a beer with a half dozen girls along sounded even better. As it turned out about a dozen of us from the floor ended up hiking uptown. We ended up at The Union, not the student union, a bar called The Union that had the best jukebox in town. Lots of good Stax/Atlantic stuff along with the better rock singles. Everybody was excited to be back at school and it was loud and wild at the bar. Diana was talking to me all night but I couldn't hear half of it over the din. I did notice that she seemed to stroke her longneck beer bottle a lot, and she used just a little more lip and tongue than needed as she was drinking from it. Maybe it was just my imagination. The truth was that the entire time I kept thinking how much fun it would be if Jackie was at The Union.