Ben Stewart - Cockshy coed

When she entered, Jean was languidly stretched out on the sofa. A thin silk robe was tied loosely over her naked body. The soft hills of her breasts lay barely covered. The fine material cascaded in rippling folds over her body, resting lightly on the curves of her thighs. "I hope your professor had enough to tell you how wonderful you look," she said, rising onto one elbow a Nancy came in.

"Oh hell, what a mess!" Nancy exclaimed, throwing her books into a chair.

"Darling, what's wrong?" Jean asked. The robe parted further and the ruby-red tip of one perfectly shaped breast appeared.

Nancy's eyes strayed to it. She remained silent while mentally she compared her breasts with Jean's.

"What's the matter, Nancy?" Jean cooed, letting the robe part still further, revealing the rounded slopes of her breasts. "You've seen me naked before. It doesn't disturb you, does it?"

"It's that damn professor!" Nancy exploded, ignoring Jean's seductive pose.

"Darling, he must have liked you!" Jean exclaimed, her eyes roving over her roommate's tantalizing curves.

"He wasn't there, damn it!" Nancy exclaimed, pacing the room. "Some man old enough to be God has taken his place!"

"Where is Professor Jurgen?" Jean asked.

"Damned if I know," Nancy replied gloomily. "I didn't even stay for class, I just left. Oh Jean, Jean! What am I going to do? I've got to bring my grades up in this last half. Jurgen was my only chance of doing that and now he's gone!"

"Nil yourself together. I'll think of something," Jean said, quickly getting to her feet. "I'll find your professor for you," she cooed, wrapping Nancy in her gentle embrace. "You know I'll do anything for you, anything and everything to help you. I've been fond of you for a long, long time, Nancy. I never told you because you were so prim and shy. Now that you've loosened up a little, I think we can be real friends." Jean kept talking in a low, hypnotic tone as she ran her hands down Nancy's back and began caressing her plump ass.

"Jean, I've got to tell you something," Nancy began nervously as she felt her body come alive under the gentle stroking.

"Not now, Nancy, just relax, let me take care of things for you!" Jean whispered as she slid one hand under Nancy's sweater and swept up the smooth naked skin to cup one heavy tit in the palm of her hand.

Nancy sighed and let Jean pull her close. Their bodies met and flowed against one another. Soft titties brushed over equally soft titties. Hips and thighs gyrated together. The rustle of silk sounded in Nancy's cars. When she opened her eyes, Jean was naked. Before she could move away she felt the gentle touch of Jean's delicate fingers sliding under her dress, caressing her bare legs! "Oh," she murmured as her pussy twitched.

"It's all right, darling, I'll take care of it, just hold still, don't move!" Jean whispered soothingly in her ear as she kept sliding her fingers gently up Nancy's hot smooth legs.

"Jean, don't, please, please," Nancy murmured as she felt herself swaying in the soft embrace. "Oh, easy, easy, easy," she pleaded as she felt the gentle touch slide onto her sore pussy lips.

"Just relax," Jean whispered, tightening her hold on Nancy. Using her fingertips like tiny massaging pads, Jean rubbed over the tender flesh. Her touch was as soft and gentle as anything Nancy had ever felt. After the rough, all-night fucking session with Don and Brad, it felt wonderful good to have her pussy stroked and rubbed! I spite of herself Nancy felt her clit edging to the surface. As Jean's skilled fingers discovered the emerging bud, she stroked it with a touch as light as a feather.

"Ohhhh good, so good!" Nancy whispered as she leaned against Jean's body. Her head fell onto the silky naked shoulder. Her legs spread to give the stroking fingers more room. The tender fleshy pussy lips trembled under Jean's touch until their soreness began to melt away. "Jean, I've got to toil you something," Nancy began, feeling more and more guilty about making it with Don and Brad.

"Hush, darting, you can tell me later," Jean whispered as she tilted Nancy's head up.

If the touch of Jean's lips hadn't been so gentle Nancy would have drawn away. Instead, she relaxed and let the wonderfully soft lips caress over her tender mouth.

"Son of a bitch!" The explosion of a male voice behind them ripped through the room. "You see that, Brad? Our cunt is stealing our cunt."

Nancy and Jean whirled around. Don was outlined in the open doorway. Brad stood right behind him.

"How dare you come in here without knocking!" Jean blasted out.

"Just wanted to surprise you, chick," Don shrugged. "Looks like we really did that."

"You can get the hell out of here!" she shouted fiercely. "When I want to see either one of you I'll call for you."

"No need to get mad, Jeanie," Brad rumbled from behind Don. "We're not selfish. You can have her tonight. That's only fair."

"What are you talking about?" Jean snarled.

"Didn't your little girl friend tell you?" Don mocked. "She took us on, one at a time, before vacation. Then she took us on, together, I mean both at the same time, last night. All fucking night, last night. Ain't that right, chick?" he asked, smiling at Nancy.

"Get out of here!" Jean hissed as she advanced toward the door.

Brad and Don disappeared before she reached them. She stood by the open door for an instant and then slammed it with enough violence to shake the building. Nancy jumped and then watched in fear as Jean turned the key in the lock.

"All night last night, huh?" she muttered, turning to face Nancy again. "And that wasn't the first time either. Is that right, Nancy, dear?" Her eyes flashed coldly as she stood with her legs spread. Her hard breasts pointed straight at Nancy. The tips could have been dipped in blood, they were so red.

"Jean, I tried to tell you, honest. That's what I was trying to say when you stopped me," Nancy tried to explain as she became more and more afraid of her roommate.

"Come here, darling," Jean hissed. "Come over here and tell me about it."

"There's nothing to tell, honestly, it just happened," Nancy began in a tiny voice.

"I said to come here, Nancy!" Jean touted. "When I toil you to do something you had better do it! Now get over here!"

Mesmerized, Nancy began walking across the room. Her eyes flashed from Jean's eyes to her hairy mate. The black fur seemed to curl out, beckoning her to come closer and closer.

"Now, darling," Jean began when Nancy had stopped in front of her. "Tell me all about it. Tell me about Don and Brad both fucking you." Her voice began soft and low, increasing in volume as her hands lashed onto Nancy's shoulders, forcing her down to her knees. "Tell me how you got their dicks up your soft pussy, you man-stealing bitch!" she yelled as she grabbed Nancy's head and pulled it between her legs. "Tell me how you fucked both of them at the same time all night! Tell me before you eat my pussy! Suck on my cunt while you think about how their dicks felt, you bitch, you whore, you slut!" she screamed at Nancy, pulling her head against her snatch.

Nancy was terrified. Jean was stronger than she looked. The gentle caressing touches of a few minutes earlier were gone. In their place was a rough, almost masculine hunching of her hips. Nancy tried to get away. As she began struggling, Jean wrapped her hands in Nancy's long blonde hair and gave it a couple of hard yanks.

"Hold still you cunt-tensing bitch or I'll tear it all out! Hold still and stick your tongue up my pussy! Suck my cunt or I'll shove a dildo so far up your greedy snatch you'll never get it out!"

Nancy lifted her head to the dark patch between Jean's legs. Slowly she bent forward. The black-haired snatch glistened evilly. Beneath the thick growth of tangled hair Nancy could see the red gash of Jean's pussy lips. It looked like a big, festering wound. She stopped, unable to go any further. She felt her head being jerked forward. Her face fitted between Jean's thighs. She froze, holding her breath. Jean held her tightly in place until Nancy had to breathe. She recognized the perfume. It was one Jean used all the time. It was expensive and sweet. Jean's cunt was clean, the hair was soft and curly. Nancy's tongue flicked out and licked up the slit between Jean's pussy lips. The glistening oil that was bubbling out tasted like the fuck juice from Don or Brad. Instinctively Nancy threw her arms around Jean's naked ass and shoved her mouth onto her cunt. Her tongue lashed inside, pushing up into the delicate, perfumed crack. She nestled her cheek against the soft pussy lips and gently began licking her way in and out of Jean's cunt.