Ben Stewart - Cockshy coed

"You know Don, don't you?" the professor asked easily as he took her by the arm and into the room. "He's having the same kind of problem with his grades that you're having, so I asked him to come over tonight, too. I hope you don't mind."

Nancy felt a wave of relief rush through her mind. Further down, she wasn't so glad. Her body seemed to melt, to deflate. Her breasts lost their tingle, and her cunt closed up tight under its forest of hair.

"I don't believe we've been introduced, but I've seen you around. I think you know my roommate better than you know me." As soon as she said it, Nancy blushed.

A wide grin broke over Don's face. "Yeah, I know Jean pretty good," he replied, slipping one hand down over his crotch as if the memory gave him a hard-on.

Nancy felt an answering sensation buckle the walls of hot cunt as she remembered how he had looked naked, shoving his dick down Jean's throat. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch as he pulled his hand away. There was an unmistakable outline of a dick running down his left leg.

"Well, shall we get started?" the professor asked as he motioned Nancy to the sofa. As soon as she was seated, he began a lecture much the same as the ones he gave in class. Nancy tried to take notes but found her attention wandering to Jurgen. He was standing as he talked, walking back and forth. His coat and tie were off. His massive chest bulged under his shirt. A curly patch of black hair that matched his beard grew wild and luxurious at the base of his throat. Pausing, he stood directly in front of Nancy. His legs spread wide, he showed off his muscular thighs. As the pants pulled tight over his crotch, the outline of his cock bulged outward.

Nancy's eyes flicked up again and again as he paused to stand in front of her. Aware of what she was doing but unable to stop, she tried to keep her mind busy as she wrote down his words. It was a failure. All she could think about was the need she had for his dick. She hated herself for being so weak, but she couldn't control the tremors that ran through her cunt. She wished he would end the lecture. It wasn't doing any more good than the ones in class.

Thank God Don is here, she thought to herself as she darted a quick look over to where he sat. She caught him staring at her. His gaze was direct and intense. One hand was resting between his legs. As she watched, he deliberately rubbed it over his dick, giving her a look at its long, hard outline. Nancy felt a double jolt hit her. The professor stopped directly in front of her again. His legs were spread, and the outline of his dick was obvious, too. Through his legs, she had a view of Don as he sat stroking the rod hidden in his pants! Nancy dropped her eyes back to her notebook as her cheeks burned bright red. She didn't look up again but kept her head bowed until the lecture ended.

"I hope you'll let me give you the help you need, Nancy," Professor Jurgen almost whispered as he was helping her into her sweater.

"Thank you, you've been very helpful," Nancy managed to reply.

"How about another session tomorrow night?" he asked. Nancy was aware of his hand lingering on her shoulder, squeezing the soft pads of flesh with his thick, strong fingers.

"Let me digest these notes first," Nancy protested as she started quickly for the door.

"Give you a ride back to your place?" Don offered before she could escape.

"No thanks, it's just right for walking," she replied hurriedly.

"Nancy, I'd feel better about it if you let Don drop you."

"It's really not necessary," she almost begged.

"Nevertheless, I'd feel better if you were in safe hands," he insisted, giving her a little shove toward the waiting Don.

Without protesting more, Nancy hurried down the walk and got into Don's big old car. Her ass sank down comfortably into the broad, soft seat as soon as she got in. The comfort scared her. It was too much like abed.

Don was quiet as he got in, started the engine and headed out. After a while, he turned on the heater until the interior was warm and cozy.

"You just missed the turn." Nancy managed to keep the tremor out of her voice as he sped past her street. When he didn't reply, she jerked her head around to look at him. The dash lights showed his square-cut jaw, set in determination. His eyes were glued to the road, ignoring her. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he guided the old sedan to the outskirts of town. As they reached the open road, he sped up, and Nancy felt a thrill zap through her as speed, darkness and a feeling of helplessness bubbled together.

"Don, where are you taking me?" she demanded, looking at him again.

He still didn't reply. His eyes were busy following the curve of the road as it entered the dark confines of a forest.

Nancy darted a look between his legs. His cock was hard again! She could see its long outline crawling up his belly. As if he sensed her looking at it, Don took one hand off the steering wheel and began to fumble with his belt and zipper.

"What are you doing?" Nancy demanded, trying to keep her voice firm.

Again there was no reply, only the sound of his zipper going down.

"Stop and let me out," Nancy demanded.

Her eyes raced back to his crotch just as the thick, purple head burst out. She was silent as he pulled his pants open, freeing the powerful shaft! When his peter was fully exposed, Don grabbed it with one hand and gave it a squeeze, then reached toward Nancy.

She could feel the slippery coating of cock juice on his palm as his hand closed over hers.

"Don't do that!" she almost shouted. "Leave me alone. Either take me back to town or let me out."

"You want my dick," he said with such an air of assurance that Nancy was stunned.

"How can you say something like that? What do you think I am?" she said, almost in team. She knew he was right. Her body was trembling, her heart was racing, and her pussy was hot and slippery.

"I saw you watching Jurgen's dick," he said, grinning at her with a knowing air.

"I did no such thing!" she yelled. "Stop and let me out! I'll have you expelled for this."

"Put your hand on my peter, chick," he demanded, pulling her hand toward his throbbing tool.

"No! Leave me alone! Please, please, please!" she begged as she struggled against his grip. She couldn't break it. Slowly, he pulled her hand toward the throbbing head of his big cock. "Don, don't! Please, please, please," she whimpered as she felt her pussy growing hotter and wetter. Her breasts were driving her crazy. The ache in her nipples increased as he forced her hand closer and closer.

"Feel my dick! Rub it up. Find out what a good piece of meat I'm gonna give you," he whispered, darting a smile at her.

"No! Please, no, no, no!" she begged.

"You know you want it, baby. You want every throbbing inch. You want that big, fat, slippery cock in your mouth. You want to lick it off and get my fuck juice down your throat! Go on, touch it."

"You don't know what you're saying. Turn around, Don… please! I won't ever tell anyone. We'll just forget it happened. Please?" she begged desperately as she felt her resistance weakening. She was almost ready to stop fighting him. Her fingers were poised to wrap around the thick, hard tool when she felt the car slow. His hand dropped from hers and returned to the steering wheel.

Nancy let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she had won. She was safe. She wasn't going to give in to him.

Don pulled into a small road.

"You can turn around here, and we'll be back in town in just a few minutes," Nancy encouraged.

They didn't stop. The car crept deeper and deeper into the woods. Then it stopped. He turned off the engine. Nancy sat in terror.

"No. No, you can't," she panted as she felt his hand wrap over hers again.

"Yes I can," he whispered, pulling closer to her.