Ben Stewart - Cockshy coed

"Get it in," he urged as he watched Brad slamming into Jean's ass. "When you push in, this chick sucks my dick down to her tonsils! I can tell when it's getting good to her. She works on my dick like it's the one reaming out her aunt! Won't you, baby?" he whispered hoarsely to Jean's bobbing head. "You like that dick old Brad's shoving in you, don't you, baby? It's almost as good as the one you're sucking on. You're after that hot cum, aren't you, bitch? Every salty drop of that good hot cum! Go get it, honey! Suck it out, baby! Get my dick down your throat, cock sucking bitch!" he growled as he pushed her head down all the way. "Good. Oh good, good, good! Do it like that for about three more strokes and I'll pop my nuts in you again. Fill you full of that good cream! Eat me, baby!" he moaned as he spread his legs and hunched his dick past Jean's drooling lips.

"Take it, bitch!" Brad growled as he wrapped both arms around Jean's waist and shoved his body hard against hers. The cheeks of her ass fitted tight into his belly. His dick struggled to get further down her pussy. He sucked in his belly, gained a couple of inches and shoved forward again. He could feel his dick pushing in further. Jean's ass wiggled against his hips as she rolled around, trying to hunch back into his body.

"Fuck, God damn it!" Brad yelled, gritting his teeth and pulling roughly on Jean's hips. His cock stretched forward and got in a little bit more. As his hard shaft slipped into the slippery folds of her cunt, he wanted to sink it in up to his balls. The more he wanted to, the harder he hunched. The harder he hunched the more he could feel Jean pushing beck into his body. She was begging for it, trying to get every inch inside her pussy. He knew he was getting close to blowing his nuts.

"Getting close!" he warned in a gasp.

"Fuck her good," Don panted. "She's got me in her throat. Suck it, baby, suck that meat!" He wrapped his hands around Jean's head and bold her down on him. His fingers slipped inside her ears, wiggling like dicks, trying to get her hotter. His hips worked in controlled hunches, sending his peter plunging deeper into the clutching cavity of her throat. "Get it, baby! Suck it harder or my balls are gonna pop!" he groaned as his load churned around, seeking release.

"Can't get in!" came the frantic complaint from Brad. He was lying on Jean's back, his weight bearing her down to the floor. "Got to get deeper!" he panted. "Fuck me! Shove it to me, bitch!" he demanded as Jean faltered in her hunching.

"Don't push her so far down, man. She can't get to my cock if she's flat," Don warned. "Slide your knees up between her legs and squat, that'll get your dick in up to your balls."

Brad crawled off Jean, squatted on the balls of his feet and proceeded to push himself forward. Jean rose up under him as he hunched his way forward. He could feel his cock getting in deeper and deeper as he got closer and closer. He was almost directly under her, no longer doing it dog fashion but pushing his peter in like she was lying down on it. He felt his groin grind into her soft mound. Panting and sweating he reached his hands around her ass and pulled down onto his rod. They fit together at last. He ground upward, mashing her clit.

"Oh God!" Don moaned, "It's gonna shoot, pop, cum, oh, oh, oh!" He thrust his head back, closed his eyes and groaned as his seed shot out of his body. He held Jean down so she had to swallow it. The throbbing of his cock was matched by the gulping of her throat. Jean kept sucking at his cock at it shriveled up, swinging it with her tongue, working it with her teeth as Brad pounded away in her cunt.

"Now, now, get it, get it!" Brad shouted. He gave two more swift, hard hunches and then clenched Jean's body tight against his as his cock throbbed with hot juice. "Cum!" he gurgled as he shot his rocks. Jean's cunt clutched around his cum-shooting rod and held it tight. She held still for a second and then frantically began to hunch down onto his dick. The more he shot the harder she hunched until they gave one final shove and lay glued together. All three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, panting and sweating.

"Hey, let's get out of here before this bitch decides she got raped," Don said.

He and Brad pulled on their clothes and started for the door. As they reached it, Don turned and spoke to the still form lying on the floor. "Next time you try cock teasing, think about us, baby. The next time you want some more fucking, just give us a call. That's how you women's libbers do it, isn't it?"

The door slammed and the apartment was quiet. Jean stirred, wiggled over onto her back and lay there with her legs spread, a smile on her face.

Nancy watched in shocked horror until Brad and Don left. "Two of them!" she whispered to herself. "Both of them did it to her at the same time!" She wrapped her arms around herself and hugged tight. That feeling of pins on her breasts sent a warm glow over her body. She closed her eyes end imagined Uncle. As she fought with that image it slowly turned into Professor Jurgen. "No!" she told herself in horror. "I won't do it! That's what he wants and I'm not going to! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!"

"You slept late," Jean commented as Nancy walked into the living room the next morning.

"Late?" Nancy was confused.

"Yes, late. You've been sleeping since you came home early yesterday afternoon. I checked you a couple of times but I didn't want to wake you."

"Oh, my God!" Nancy turned white and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked as she hurried to Nancy's side. "Just because you slept a long time doesn't mean anything."

"I missed two classes," Nancy moaned. "I was so damned exhausted when I came in that I forgot all about them. It's that Professor Jurgen. If I keep on going through the strain he's putting me through I'll go crazy."

"He can't be all that bad. I've seen him a couple of times, in fact, and he looks cute to me."

"We don't think the same way about those things," Nancy sobbed.

"Is it really important that you get a passing mark in his class?" Jean asked gently.

Nancy nodded. "I'm carrying such a heavy load that I don't have time for everything. One failing mark will put me below the scholarship minimum. He's threatened to fail me." She began to cry.

"Darling, don't do that," Jean begged, putting an arm around Nancy. "I'll see Jurgen for you."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Nancy sniffed.

"Not at all," her roommate assured her. "You have a good day and try to relax. I'll tell you what happens this afternoon." Quickly gathering her books, Jean left the apartment.

Nancy sat for several minutes, her mind in a turmoil. The sound of footsteps on the stairs startled her. The footsteps came closer and Nancy realized they were a man's. He first tried the door. Only when he found it locked, did he knock.

"Who is it?" Nancy called out, apprehension growing in the pit of her stomach.

"Brad, from across the sheet," came the shouted reply.

"Jean's not here," Nancy replied quickly, her heart jolting into action. She was suddenly aware that she was alone, just the way she had been the night Uncle Jim had fucked her. A thrill surged through her like a charge of electricity.

"I don't want to see Jean, I've lost the key to my locker and I think I may have dropped it here. Can I come in and look for it?" came the request.

I can't say no, Nancy thought frantically. After all, he is Jean's friend and she's going to a lot of trouble for me.

"Look, I hate to bother you but I've got to get into my locker and I hate to bust the lock," he pleaded from outside the locked door.

"Just a minute, Brad," she called, pausing to look at herself in the mirror before she opened the door.

"Sorry if I woke you up or anything," he muttered, his eyes moving quickly over Nancy. "Jean didn't say anything about finding a key, did she?"