Ben Stewart: Cockshy coed

Nancy shook her head, unable to speak. Her eyes darted over his body. The tight t-shirt he wore showed off his muscular chest and arms. His pants were cut low and tight. Nancy could see the outline of his cock resting dormant between his legs. It was big even though it was soft.

"O.K. if I have a look around?" he asked gruffly, still eyeing Nancy speculatively.

"Go ahead," Nancy said, standing aside. She felt a hot, slippery feeling between her legs. Under her brassiere her nipples were slowly growing.

"Aren't you gonna close the door?" he asked, his eyes resting on the willing, cloth-covered hills of her breasts.

"Maybe if I helped you look we could find it quicker," Nancy said, trying to ignore his eyes as she pushed the door shut and headed for the center of the room.

"Where you wanna start?" he asked, hooking his thumbs into the front of his pants.

"How about over here by the sofa," Nancy began, so flustered she forgot what she was saying. "They could have come out of your pocket when you took…" She let the sentence trail off. In the ensuing silence she didn't dare look up. Her body shook under the savage pounding of her heart. Blood rushed to her face and to her belly. The heat of embarrassment and a male presence coiled through her loins until she felt her pussy sputtering with oil.

"My pants off?" he finished for her. "You sure were quiet, chick. Where were you? In there?" He nodded in the direction of her bedroom. "Don't you get a little tired of watching, chick?"

Nancy heard the rustle of his shirt being unbuttoned. She looked up in horror just as he tossed it off. His thick hairy chest expanded with his breathing. He flexed his muscles, pinning as she widened her eyes. "Like it?" he asked.

"Get out of here," Nancy commanded in a low whisper, unable to take her eyes off him.

"Uh, uh." The grunted refusal came from deep in his throat as his fingers began to work on the top button of his pants.

"I'll scream!" Nancy warned, her breath coming shallow and fast, her heart pounding, her body exploding into heat.

"If you didn't scream yesterday, you won't scream today. Now cut the crap and come here," he commanded.

"No!" Nancy said, a note of panic in her voice as she began to back away.

"I said come here!" he growled trough clenched teeth. One massive arm snaked out, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hard against his chest.

"Don't. Please don't," Nancy pleaded.

"What's your heart beating so fast for?" Brad asked as he unbuttoned her blouse. "Is it because you're scared? Or is it something else? I'll bet you weren't scared yesterday when we couldn't see you. Were you? But your heart was beating the same way, wasn't it? You watched while we fucked your room mate. Didn't you? Did it get you hot? Did it make your tits get tight like they are now?" he asked, holding one tit while his other hand worked on her brassiere snap.

Nancy felt her breasts fall free and press into the hair of his naked chest. His wiry hair scratched across the sensitive nipples like sandpaper. Under the wild beating of her heart she could feel the steady, even tempo of his massive chest rising and falling. Her breathing fell into rhythm with his as she fell under his sexual domination.

"That's better. Don't let it get to you so bad. Slow it down. Let it feel good, like Jean does. Just lay back and take it, just like she does," he whispered in her ear as his hands wandered down her naked back onto the mounds of her ass. They took big handfuls of her plump buttocks, squeezing them as if he were squeezing oranges.

"Don't, oh, my God, please leave me alone," Nancy begged as her heart beat in panic once again. She could feel herself responding to his touch and knew that this was her last chance to stop before she let her pussy have its way.

"Look at me," Brad demanded roughly.

Nancy looked up into the intense light of his eyes. As they locked together in a stare his head came down, his mouth aimed for hers. She couldn't move. She felt his full, spread lips grind into hers. Her mouth flew open under the pressure. His tongue darted inside. She could feel it lashing over her own cowering tongue, urging it to lick back, to taste, lick and feel his mouth. Brad's arms closed around her like steel bands. Nancy knew she would never get free, never until he had pulled her dress up, her pants down and pushed his meat into the trembling mound that was waiting for it. As he forced his mouth tighter onto hers his strength overwhelmed her and she gave up. Throwing her arms around him she began to kiss back. Her tongue flashed between his lips, pushing his as it fought into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies lighter together. As she felt his dick pressing into her she remembered how long and thick it looked when he was shoving it into Jean.

"Dick, peter, balls, fuck!" she murmured as their mouths parted.

"Yes, baby, dick!" Brad answered, hunching into her so hard they both almost fell to the floor. "Time to go to bed and get some pussy," he whispered, picking her up and heading for her bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asked frantically as she felt her body being swept off the floor and taken across the living room to the door of her bedroom. "Not in there, no, no, no!"

Brad ignored her and kicked the door open. Her bed was unmade. The crumpled sheet showed where she had tossed and turned all night.

"You've either been fucking all night or tossing in your sleep," Brad whispered. "If it wasn't fucking, baby, it should have been. You've got a body just made for taking dick!" He lay her across the bed.

Nancy immediately pulled her arms tightly over her naked breasts.

"Looks like I got to do all the work," Brad whispered, standing to unfasten his pants.

Nancy couldn't keep her eyes off him as his fly opened and his cock came bursting out. The dark-red length of hard meat was throbbing. The purple head was bloated and already shiny with his pre-fuck juice. His balls dangled down low between his muscular thighs. He pulled his pants all the way off and stood before her naked.

"Get your skirt off," he demanded.

Nancy sat, unable to move.

"You want me to rip it off?" he threatened.

Nancy shook her head.

"Then do what I tell you," he commanded, wrapping his hands around her head.

Nancy felt herself being pulled forward. She opened her mouth to protest and kept opening it until it was wide open for his dick! Her tongue stretched out like a red welcome mat as the thick purple head worked its way between her lips. In spite of its thickness, the head felt soft inside Nancy's mouth. It was the shaft that pressed against her tongue like a steel rod. The salty taste of hot peter flooded her mouth. Nancy pulled her tongue back in and began to run it around the slit in the top. She felt a smooth film of oil milk out of his cock and coat her tongue. She swallowed hard, chewing down on his dick as she did so.

"Easy!" Brad grunted. "Don't get greedy and start biting. Put your arms around my ass and pull me to your face like you really want it!"

Nancy let her arms drop from her breasts. They pressed into his thick thighs as she pulled Brad forward, her fingers working their way around the edge of his ass, deep into the hot valley between. She couldn't take his dick down her throat. It was too big and she was too inexperienced. All she could do was play with the tip with her tongue and bury her face against his groin, smelling the musk of his body and rubbing her soft cheeks into his hair covered muscle.

"You didn't take off your skirt like I told you to," Brad reminded her as she licked at his dick. When Nancy didn't answer he pulled her hands off his ass and stepped back. His dick slid out of her mouth as she bent forward, trying to keep it between her lips.