Ben Stewart: Cockshy coed

"So what's wrong with that?" Jean asked, continuing her brushing.

"It's the way he said it, and the way he looked at me. He doesn't want to help me, he wants to help himself. He's just like every other man in this world."

"I don't see anything wrong with that either," Jean cooed. "In fact, if I had your grades, I'd be damned grateful for it."

"Jean!" Nancy exclaimed, jumping up.

"Darling, if your precious virginity means more to you than your scholarship, that's your problem. Fortunately for me, I don't have that hang-up."

"Don't you have any hang-ups at all?" Nancy asked bitterly.

"Few," Jean replied shortly as she stretched out on the sofa, spreading her long legs. A thick tangle of fine pussy hair sprang into view. Jean lazily reached down and began to brush it. As she pulled at the tangles, her pussy lips parted until Nancy could see flashes of red, moist meat showing through.

There was the sound of feet pounding up the stairs. Nancy whirled in a panic. "Quick, someone's coming, get some clothes on!" she hissed.

"I will not," Jean shot back, still brushing her pussy hair. "If you don't want to be around when my guests arrive, you can go to your room. I didn't think you'd be home anyway," she added accusingly.

"You planned this!" Nancy said. "Jean, how could you? Who is that coming?"

"Take off your clothes if you want to stay and find out," Jean taunted, knowing she could drive Nancy from the room.

Whoever was coming up the stairs was very near the top. Nancy took one more look at the naked girl sprawled out on the sofa and fled to her room.

"How horrible!" she exclaimed, shutting the door quickly. "She planned that! Imagine warning anybody to see you naked! And the way she's using that brush. She acts like she enjoys pulling her pussy open. It's just like she's getting ready to be fucked!" Nancy sucked in her breath in dismay at having used the dirty words. She had promised herself never to use those words again. "Why can't I stop thinking those words?" she demanded, clasping her hands over her ears as if that would keep them out of her mind. Trying to compose herself, she shut both eyes and stood in self-imposed darkness and silence. She never knew when the key was turned in her door. When she did drop her hands, the first thing she heard was Jean's voice coming from the living room.

"I'm not at all embarrassed. I'm a liberated woman and I'm proud of my body. I wouldn't even care if you took your clothes off!"

"Who can she be saying that to?" Nancy whispered as she knelt by the keyhole. When she found it blacked she tried to open the door a crack. Her hands wrapped around the knob and turned slowly. Nothing happened. She tried again the other way. "I'm lacked in!" she said in a panic. "Jean has locked me up in here so she can do anything she wants without my stopping her."

"Why should I be upset because you have a hard on?" Jean's voice came through the door.

"How can she say something like that?" Nancy asked herself in a horrified whisper as she dragged a chair over so she could see through the transom.

"Of course, it's not doing anything to me. Women don't become aroused at the drop of a hat like men do," Jean was saying as Nancy peeped into the living room. She was sitting on the sofa, still naked. Her knees were pulled up under her chin and her long black hair almost hid her nakedness.

"Why are you sitting all scrunched up like that then?" Nancy heard a low male voice ask at the same time as she recognized Don Hanson, one of their student neighbors. He was standing by the sofa looking down at Jean. His bare chest hardly caught Nancy's eye as it was drawn to the rigid cock rearing its red, fleshy head from between his legs.

"You just want to see me," Jean accused.

"I thought you were liberated and proud of your body," Don shot back, his eyes glittering as he pierce through to the hidden curves and crevices of her body.

"If you're going to make such a big thing about it, go ahead and look," Jean languidly replied as she lay back. Her hair fell back over her shoulders so her milky-white breasts were exposed. The nipple ends were as tight as red cherries. She had one hand behind her head and one dropped lightly between her legs. Curly, well-brushed tendrils of hair peeked from between her fingers.

"Take your hand off your pussy," Don urged as he wrapped one thick-fingered fist around his cock.

"I can't believe it really means that much to you," Jean replied as she lifted her hand and placed it behind her head. Her breasts pulled up in tight, sweeping curves. The fat lips of her pussy were closed. The thick covering of hair was parted in the middle so the crack between them showed.

"You trying to tell me you don't feel anything?" Don asked as he moved his fist up high on his rod. As he waited for an answer he pulled his hand back down. The purple fleshy head gleamed wet and dangerous as it slid out of the confines of his palm. Jean's eyes never left it.

"Nothing at all," she managed to say, opening her legs a little so a thin, pink crack appeared in her snatch.

"You're a prick-teasing bitch," came the reply as Don walked closer, pulling the skin back from the head of his cock. "You wanted me to come over here so I would find you naked. All you're after is my dick and, you know it! Well, you're gonna get some of it now! Eat my cock, bitch! Open your mouth and suck it! I'll show you who's hot!" His hands disappeared under the black hair as he circled her neck and pulled her forward. His legs were flush with the edge of her ass and knees bent slightly as he pulled Jean's head between his legs. "Open your mouth and suck it or I'll pinch your tits off!" he threatened as he reached down and grabbed one soft, delicate breast.

Jean's mouth parted only slightly, just wide enough to give Don an opening. Using his peter as a wedge he shoved it forward, forcing her to open wide and take it. He pushed hard until inch by hairy inch his cock went in.

Jean could smell his sweat and his balls. His cockhead had penetrated so far down she couldn't breathe. Frantically she pushed, trying to get him away.

"Hold still, prick teaser!" he demanded. "My dick stays in your mouth until I decide to take it out. Understand?" He roughly held her against his hairy groin until she nodded violently.

"That's better," he growled. "You can slide it out now but not all the way out. Keep the head inside your lips. I want to feel your tongue playing with it. Lick it like you like it, baby, 'cause I know you do. I can tell by the way your tits are fired up. I can smell your pussy cooking and I'm gonna give this hot wet dick to you when you come off that crap of telling me you aren't hot!"

Just then there was the sound of fast steps coming up the stain. All three heads jerked toward the door.

"Son of a bitch," Don muttered, pushing Jean back against the sofa and reaching for his pants.

"Thank goodness! Somebody's coming. Now that horrible Don will have to leave Jean alone," Nancy whispered.

"Am I missing anything?" Don's roommate, [missing text].

"Hey man, you scared me." Don accused his buddy. "I was about to pop my rocks down this broad's throat when he heard you coming up."

"So go ahead and do it. I'd like to watch this little tease get what's coming."

"You can both get out of here," Jean hissed as she tried to cover her pussy with one hand.

Don laughed. "Hear that? She's been coming on like that ever since I got my dick out of my pants. She's been trying to tell me she ain't hot but, man, when I made her give me some head she sucked it like a pro!"

"Stop talking like that and get out of here," Jean demanded, pulling herself up from the sofa.

"No way, babe," Don replied, pushing her back down as he pulled his pants off again. "You've played games long enough. Now you can take what you got coming!" He reached behind her head and pulled Jean down toward his peter again. The tip of his dick slid across her closed lips until they were shiny with dick juice. As Jean opened bit by bit he hunched forward, shoving his peter into her mouth. He stopped before he had it all in. This time he didn't want her pulling off his cock. Instead, he got a good hold on her head and began to pump his cock through her lips, over her tongue, fucking her mouth. Planting his feet wide apart he worked his dick in slow, steady strokes, filling her mouth with the pulsating length of his peter. His hairy ass moved like a pile driver while his hands held Jean's head in place. "Suck it, baby!" he demanded. "Suck it all, I'll blow my load down your throat!"