Robert Vickers: Sex slave coed

"I'm hot!" Manna Hancock declared, as she eyed her boyfriend. The blonde teenaged college student had been horny all day long and she hoped that Bert was just what she needed. He always had been in the past but this was a special itch she felt in her cunt.

"You can say that again!" Bert Thomas cried. "And my little friend is, too." He glanced down significantly at his crotch. The huge bulge there showed that his prick was trying to turn cartwheels.

"I wouldn't call it little," the girl said. She licked her ruby red lips in a provocative manner. She almost laughed with glee when she saw the effect it had on the man's crotch. That bulge swelled visibly. The young college student couldn't wait to get that prick inside her pussy where it belonged.

"We can go up to the roof to cool off," suggested Bert.

She moved closer and brushed her slender thigh against his groin. His cock stirred, Manna reached down and ran her fingertips over the swelling and felt the virile power just inches away. The blonde teenager smiled.

"What's on the roof?" she asked. "Well, I'll be up there. Isn't that good enough? Or do you want something more?"

"I'd love to have that fine cock of yours fucking me. Will it be along, too?"

"We're inseparable," he assured her. Bert swallowed hard as he studied the young girl. She was eighteen, a freshman in college and horny all the time. What more could he ask? And Manna having such a fine body was an added bonus, he thought. The thrust of her firm tits pressed into his arm. She didn't need to wear a bra and wasn't now.

Bert felt the hard points of Manna's nipples. The blonde freshman's tits were the best he'd ever seen, in or out of her blouse. He glanced down and saw the white, creamy swell threatening to spill forth. They would come tumbling out sooner or later – and when they did, he wanted to be there to catch them.

But her tits were only part of a really foxy package. The lustrous blonde hair, the perfectly sculpted features, the dancing, mocking blue eyes, the slim waist and the flaring ass, all those turned Bert on more than he cared to admit. And Manna's legs!

When those slender pillars locked around his waist and pulled his prick into her juicy pussy, it was like dying and finding heaven. Nothing was better than being buried to the balls in her cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he laughed. "Is that all you ever think about? Didn't you come to college to learn about everything in the world?"

"Fucking's important," she said primly. "A very important part. I wouldn't give it up for anything." Her fingers tightened on his cock. He almost shot his wad then and there. He swallowed hard and moved toward the stairs at the far end of the hall. The sooner they got to the roof, the sooner they could get it on.

"But it's not everything," Bert prodded.

The blonde teenager reluctantly admitted. "Sometimes I think of sucking you off. I don't much care which it is, as long as I can feel that lovely prick of yours whenever I want. But feeling it driving hard between my legs, going all the way up my cunt, that's super!"

"Shit, another horny college coed. Is that an entrance requirement now? You have to be perpetually in heat before they let you in?"

"You should know. You, the stud sophomore with the reputation of attacking all the coeds on campus."

"Not so!" Bert protested. "I never attack any of the girls unless they ask for it or look like they might ask for it some day when I wouldn't be around to help them out."

"So that's what you do, huh? You help them out."

"Sure. Horny, uninhibited, I bring out the best in them. I make them come to their senses, so to speak."

"You can make me come, that's for sure!" Manna cried, laughing out loud. "Now let's get out of this stuffy hallway and out onto the roof. I hate these night classes. They close down all the air-conditioning."

"There's a full moon out tonight. Let's go fuck like a pair of lunatics!"

She felt his cock give another surge as she stroked along it. It wouldn't be long before he would have a cock so hard and ready it would explode with lust. She wanted to be on the receiving end when if erupted.

"To the roof! I want some fresh air."

"If that's all you need," Bert started. He never got to finish.

"I need cock," Manna said positively.

"And I need a well-spread young lady who is willing to plant herself firmly down around my cock. And then move just a little bit while I fuck like hell!"

"Is that all you need?"

"I need you."

The kiss lasted a long time, but when the blonde teenager came to her senses, Bert was shoving her through the door into the stairwell.

"On up with you," the man said. "And wiggle that sweet ass all you want going up. I love to watch."

And he did. Seeing her wiggle her butt as she mounted the stairs to the roof was almost enough to make him come. Her ass rolled gently from side to side in the most seductive manner possible. He wanted to rape her by the time she finally got out onto the flat, broad roof.

"Ummm, it's cool out here, Bert. And the moon. Oh, it's full!"

"And high in the air, too."

She looked at the bulge in his pants. "The moon's not all that's rising, I see. Is that something even more thrilling?"

He laughed and took her by the arm. "If we're going to be up here to fuck, we're gonna do it so that it's exciting. Even more exciting than the last time."

He seated her on the stone ledge running around the roof so that her ass dangled out over a three-story drop. She clutched wildly at the edge of the roof, afraid and turned on at the same time.

"Don't, Bert. I'm scared of heights!"

"You haven't even seen the heights yet!" He unzipped his pants and let his huge, throbbing cock snap to attention in front of his groin. In the moonlight, it looked like a wand of silver topped with a gleaming purplish knob.

"Now that's the kind of height I love!"

She dropped to her knees to suck on his cock. He didn't protest. She loved the way that cock came totally alive in her mouth. It had been erect but not fully stiff. As she sucked and licked it, the prick stiffened noticeably. It was like raising the dead.

She ended up with a real, wonderfully vibrant cock in her mouth.

"That feels damn good, honey, but I want to bury it somewhere else, somewhere nicer for me, for both of us."

"Now where might that be?" Manna asked needlessly. The young college student could feel her cunt beginning to drool at the prospect of having this wondrous length of cock buried up her cunt again.

He said nothing. Looking down into her blue eyes made him feel he was being pulled into another, better universe. This new world was filled with tight cunt and sucking mouths and wanton women, women like the blonde teenager.

She lightly touched his prick again. The prick glistened front her saliva. As a cool wind began to blow across the roof, she felt her sweat vanishing. She also saw that the man's cock was beginning to shiver. She didn't want it to get too cold. It might deflate.

The young college student stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hmmm, that's nice, but I told you that your cunt's what I want to fuck. Not that sweet face of yours."

She felt strong hands reach under her arms and gently lift her. Reluctantly, she left his prick dancing in the air in front of his crotch.

His fingers began working their magic all over her body. Feathery touches here, stronger ones there stimulating her tits, fondling them, cupping them in his palms, weighing the heavy globes of titflesh, and then moving on.

Before she knew it, she was bare-ass naked. He had totally undressed her to stand gloriously undraped in the silvery moonlight. She smiled, then twirled around for his inspection.