Jane Fox - Sucking coeds

"God damn!" she cried. "That was the most beautiful fuck I've ever seen! I'm so horny I could die!"

Linc leaped to his feet and unzipped his pants, pulling out his long, stiff cock. He flopped down on his broad back on the rug and grabbed his cock in his hand. "Come on and get it!" he yelled.

Fat Susie opened her eyes quickly and laughed. Then she crawled laboriously over to him and straddled him frantically, pushing her moist pink cunt right down on the tip of his hard, pulsing cock.

"aaaaeeeeeiii!" she screamed in gee as she quickly lowered her throbbing pussy down on his almost bursting cock. Her slick, wide pussy felt like it was burning up! She lunged down on his thick cock until it was firmly buried in her wide-open cunt.

"Gawwwd!" Linc cried, feeling the incredibly hot pussy envelop his prick in a burning blaze of sweet hot cunt-flesh. It felt like Fat Susie was going to slide down so far she would push even his hard, throbbing nuts inside her burning snatch. Her cunt was so wide, so open, and so hot! He could feel his hard, aching cock being sucked into that blazing, burning hot inferno of a cunt, just like a moth into a flame.

"Aaaagh!" Linc screamed again and again as she started pumping, plunging and bucking up and down on his stiff rod and the pressure in his aching hard nuts was almost unbearable. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out before he'd have to shoot all his stored-up jizz into her wet, burning pussy.

Fat Susie seemed to know just exactly the limit of his endurance. She lunged once more and then sat perfectly still, like a statue on his gigantic pulsing cock, the only movement being the unconscious squeezing of her pussy muscles around his huge, aching prick. She glanced round the room, proud of her ability to arouse Linc to such an extent, and her eyes met those of her dog, King Rex, sitting quietly in the corner.

King Rex, her huge, gentle German shepherd, looked interested, but not too concerned. He sat there with his tongue hanging out, watching the whole scene. Fat Susie was his favorite, and he wanted to make sure no one was hurting her. His little doggy brain has assimilated the moans and groans she had made, with puzzlement. He had decided that she certainly didn't act hurt, but still the noises were different than those she usually made and he wanted to make sure he had his eyes on her!

Fat Susie smiled at her pet and he wagged his tail with a loud thumping noise, but his gaze was not completely reassured. She licked her lips and watched her pet as she began to move her hips in a slow circular motion on Linc's hard prick-shaft.

Eat Susie rubbed her hard, long clitty right on Linc's pelvic bone and the pressure created even hornier feelings in her already super-excited cunt. Her massive tits quivered and stuck straight out, she was so excited, and her butt gleamed in the candlelight as she squirmed and swirled on Linc's hard, long tool. She felt the first contractions of orgasm shake her body and a little moan of passion escape her moist lips.

King Rex perked up his pointed ears and got up from his place on the rug, trotting closer for a more detailed look. His mistress certainly looked all right, but the sounds she was making were mighty peculiar! He was a very loyal dog. No one was going to hurt his mistress!

Fat Susie groaned again and flung her head back with passion. She was almost ready to explode and she knew that if she pumped up and down just one more time, Linc would surely flood her pussy with his burst of thick cock-cream.

King Rex came closer and stuck his pointed nose in Fat Susie's face, surprising her. She let out a little gasp and then another moan as Linc's hard, long cock twitched mightily in her wet, hot pussy.

"Where are Herbie and Wolf?" Trish asked as the boys began passing various dishes around the table. "I thought everyone was going to be here."

"They had to spend a couple of hours over at the physics lab," Linc explained as he poured the wine. "Old Gimpy Harris decided to spring a special assignment and they had lab work to catch up on."

"Professor Harris?" Rhea asked, trying not to giggle. "Just ask Ginny about Professor Harris if you want to hear something good!"

Linc paused by Ginny's chair. He noticed that her hand was shaking as she held her wine glass out to be filled. "What's the matter, Ginny? Do you have old Gimpy Harris for a class, too?"

Ginny blushed bright red. "No!" she replied emphatically. "But I do run into him at the library every now and then!"

Rhea couldn't keep a straight face any longer. She burst into laughter. "I didn't think you ran into him, Ginny!" she sputtered. "I thought you ran away from him!!"

Linc snapped his fingers with a loud click. "Hah!" he said. "So you're the blonde Harris is after this quarter!" he exclaimed. "Wolf says he always talks about some beautiful blonde chick that works in the library. Well, Ginny, what an honor. Harris goes bananas only once every quarter and it's always over the prettiest new girl on campus. Got your track shoes on?"

"Oh, I manage," Ginny said, trying to stop blushing. "It doesn't take too much speed to outrun Gimpy Harris!"

Ginny found that she was enjoying the light-hearted banter and the fine wine. The boys seemed really nice and her earlier fears and apprehensions were firmly laid to rest. She sipped at her wine frequently and felt a warm glow spread through her body. The boys were amusing and attentive and the wine was doing very nice things to her head, relaxing her and making her talk freely. She was just telling about her encounter with Gimpy Harris in the rare-book section, when she felt a pressure on her thigh.

She thought, at first, that Harry was pressing his leg against hers, but when she looked up at him, she found that he was completely engaged in conversation with Trish. How odd! she thought to herself and finished the story quickly, turning to look at Barry, the only other possible candidate.

Barry was explaining something about English literature to Bobbie, and he didn't appear to even be interested in her. Ginny decided that someone had accidentally brushed against her and not even noticed he had done so. She began talking with Gordie and was caught up in a long description of his favorite football plays, when she felt the same pressure on her thigh, only higher up this time. She shifted a little in her chair and continued to listen to Gordie. If someone wanted to play footsie under the table with her, that was alright, too!

She stopped in the middle of a sentence when she felt a warm breath on her leg. "Do you have a dog?" she asked Gordie, about to raise the tablecloth and look under the table herself.

"No," Gordie replied, smiling in a strange sort of way. "The grounds aren't fenced and we decided that we didn't want any animals in the house. Why do you ask, Ginny?"

"Oh, I was just wondering," Ginny replied, deciding that her mind was playing tricks on her. She had consumed over four glasses of wine and perhaps she had imagined the whole thing. She took another sip of her wine and tried to appear interested in Gordie's conversation again.

A moment later she definitely felt hands on her thighs. This time she knew she hadn't imagined it. She sat perfectly still as the hands moved higher and higher, headed straight towards her golden beaver. She was too shocked to do anything. She just sat there, feeling the hands advance, and not knowing what to do about it.

The hands reached their goal and rubbed gently. God, it felt good! Ginny wasn't about to say anything now. Those hands certainly knew what they were doing and she felt delightful thrills course through her whole body. If the hands were just her imagination from drinking too much wine she wanted to lay in a whole case of that wine!