Abby Windsor suspected she was the only girl in Delta Rho's who'd ever had her asshole reamed by a tongue. Alien, her former boyfriend in Chicago, had done just that to her one lazy summer afternoon in Chicago while her parents were off on their annual vacation in the Northern woods. He'd plunged his tongue between her buttocks and ground right down on her sphincter. In sixty seconds flat he had her so wild she wanted to scream and jump right out of her skin with joy. That sucking, massaging tongue right on her ass muscle turned her into a babbling, helpless creature. Alien had only to finger her cunt a little to make her explode into orgasm after that.
It was typical of the shocking, lustful things Alien did. It was why she couldn't give him up even though she suspected he might have criminal tendencies. It also taught her something about herself. Her rear entrance was much more sensitive than other people's. He need only touch it with his finger to make her bleat and start to sex up. Once she got over the shock of being tongue-licked in that forbidden area, she wanted to have it done again. She even wanted to feel his prick up her ass. Alien refused. He wouldn't even tongue her a second time. He was like that, wild, impulsive and unmanageable.
She quickly discovered that summer that very few people associated bunghole touching with sex. After Alien disappeared (she suspected that he was in jail though he didn't contact her) her leech remained.
She wasn't sure she'd go as far as welcoming a hard prick in her tight little anus, but she sure wanted to experience that tongue reaming again. And why not from a woman? They had tongues too and were much more animal than men, once aroused. Yet, when the opportunity came, she funked it. You had to be very close to a person to ask for something like that.
On the same night that Cheryl had her joys and problems at the Sigma fraternity, Abby, in her room, played "nipples" with Scotty Blair, the cute freshman from Colorado. Abby had learned by her second year at Brighton that you could kiss and fondle about half the girls in the sorority. Half of those would go farther and try girl sex. Most of these were merely curious, and, having had it, would indulge no more. That left a few who were truly bisexual or lesbian. Most of these, like herself, had had girl sex before coming to college.
Scotty Blair seemed to have hot eyes. They spent a delicious hour in Abby and Cheryl’s room, chatting about classes and professors and trying on some of Abby's clothes, an excellent way to see and touch another girl.
Scotty was not repulsed. Scotty was smooth as silk. A few kisses, a few hugs, a lot of chatter and laughter, eyes gleaming, cheeks blushing, and finally breasts touched and kissed, leading to quick nips and nibbles, around cheeks and throats which would lead to French kissing and the real thing. That was when an overeager Abby made her mistake. She told Scotty about Alien and his wild tongue. Instantly there was a freeze in the room. The smiles and hugs vanished. Scotty quickly finished her business of borrowing some of Abby's clothes and fled the room.
It was a disconsolate Abby that Cheryl discovered when she got back to the Delt house. Cheryl herself had spent a miserable evening, not so much worried about the lost necklace as her unshakable hang-up. She'd delayed going home as long as possible, hugging her sorrow inside. At the moment, the recovery of the Gypsy seemed less important than Cheryl's growing fear that her sex life was forever doomed. She truly liked sex with men. She was normal in that regard. Yet when orgasm time came, she had to fantasize girl sex to make it.
Since the necklace was not the main worry at the moment, Cheryl had the courage to jump Abby on that subject.
"I stole your necklace," she said. "You deserved it, since your boyfriend stole it from my father.”
Abby was in bed, naked from the waist down, but covered. Up above she wore a tight T-shirt which said "Try me". It emphasized those full, round breasts and her perky nipples.
"I know it," she said calmly. "I've been waiting for you to ask for it, or steal it back.”
Cheryl slumped on Abby's bed. "What's the deal?”
"Alien's gone. I think he's in jail. I wanted to return it, but it was so pretty that I wanted to keep it just a little while longer.”
Cheryl gave an exasperated laugh.
"Now she tells me. If you'd done the right thing, I wouldn't even be here. I'd be at Vassar where I wanted to go. My father would be out of trouble with his company.”
Abby sighed wearily. "So you've got it-go to Vassar.”
"I haven't got it." Cheryl poured out the story of Salt and Tom and her expedition to the room of the fraternity boys. When she came to the sex part, she plunged ahead recklessly. She had no face to save with Abby, whom she hated at the moment.
Abby listened with her eyes getting big. "Wow! That's some hang-up all right. No orgasm without the lesbian fantasy. That's a rich one!”
"Just call me 'stuck', Abby. I'm the great New York princess that everybody thinks is so cool, in charge of her life. Instead, I'm the lowest of the low Delts.”
Abby sat up to come into Cheryl’s arms, soft and warm. She hugged her disconsolate roommate.
"Hey, it's rough, but you're not the only one with hang-ups, Wait'll you hear mine.”
Abby, too, felt low and in a confessional mood. She whispered her secret into Cheryl's ear. In her fondness for the flesh of the warm blonde, she ended by digging her tongue into the dainty crevice of Cheryl's ear.
Cheryl shivered and it was her turn to laugh. "Why, that's no hang-up at all, Abbs! You have a great butt. Any guy would tongue ream you just to get some action. A lot of guys would probably do it in your rear, even if they didn't like it, so they could get you to let them in the front door.”
"But they'd look down on me," wailed Abby. "I couldn't stand that, Cher.”
It was the first time the girls had ever used nicknames on each other.
"They'd look down on me, too, if they knew what went on in my head at orgasm, Abbs." Cheryl hugged Abby and kneaded the sexy breast in the T-shirt. "As for your hang-up, I'd lick your butt any time. I only wish you could solve my problem so easily.”
Abby hugged back. "I can help you, Cheryl, I know I can. You can help me and we can both get over our hang-ups.”
In a sudden surge of feeling, Cheryl kissed Abby's sensual lips.
"I'll take all the help I can get. I'd like some help in getting back that necklace, too!”
"Deal!" cried Abby, against her roommate's lips. Then she opened her wet, lascivious mouth to encourage Cheryl's warm tongue inside to explore and French kiss her in rising sex need.
As Cheryl skinned up the T-shirt off the soft body of Abby, she began to thrill deep inside, sensing they were to have more girl sex. Only this time there was going to be a kinky side to it. Cheryl's words were brave-but could she really stick her tongue down in Abby's crack?
She found herself delaying it, kissing Abby's mouth and stiff nipple to heat the girl up. Soon Abby was twisting in pleasure, murmuring hot encouragement, her body moist and open to Cheryl. Cheryl's fingers found Abby's clit and she made her passive roommate thrust up her loins in glory to enjoy the kisses, the nipple play and the masturbation.
"Oh, Cheryl-you're pulling my plug-reee-leee," gasped Abby.
Abby's sweet girl oils were rich enough to stain the sheets. Cheryl wet her hand thoroughly with the musky honey and worked it sexily over the girl's erect nipples.
"Ha, oh-" went Abby, eyes big with surprise.
Cheryl reaped rich kisses, laughing. "You're a sex river flowing, kid. I could bathe you in your essence-and me, too.”
"Ah, Cheryl. fuck me, fuck me," whispered Abby, beside herself with ecstasy. She had visions of those sweet days with her older gym teacher, white Cheryl reveled in playing the role her mother had played with the cute, brunette hairdresser. Cheryl thought, as her breath got short and her own cunt began to stain her pants, that she and Abby were a great match. Too bad she had to go to Vassar. She and Abby could fuck their brains out this semester.
She broke off the love-making to strip down naked, while Abby kept hot by jogging herself as she watched the sexy charms of Cheryl emerge from her clothes. Then Cheryl used a wash rag between Abby's buttocks to clear away sweat and girl juice and turn Abby's inner seam into a pink glistening furrow. Abby's asshole was only a little darker than the red inner rim of her seam. There was a protection of a fringe of red hair and the pucker itself, small, innocent looking. Cheryl closed the buttocks and slapped the meaty flesh. Abby had a fabulous behind. Cheryl thought of her own rear with the dark marks of the whip Tom had used on her. As she kneaded and kissed the white, yielding buttocks, she wondered if she might one day take a belt or hairbrush to Abby's bottom, and what that would do to the girl.
Then she leaned over and grooved her tongue into the pencil-line crack, digging it deeper and deeper into the warm nest.
"Oh, my God, You're Doing It. You're Reaming My Ass!" breathed Abby. She wiggled her toes in delight.
Cheryl's heart beat rapidly and she felt a new release of her cunt juices as she approached this kinky act. Then she dug her tongue firmly on Abby's pucker and worked the sphincter.
"Aahhh. Eeeeee," went Abby. "Oh, lush-us. Ahhhhh.”
Her loins worked in fuck motions, as if she had the world's greatest cock inside her, and her body rose to white hot sex tension. It was just like the time before, only better, because she'd looked forward to it for so long.
Cheryl went right up into the sky with her. The soft, yet firm flexing buttocks moving, her finger rubbing into the swollen cunt to find the clit, her tongue lashing and digging and pressing on the girl seal-it gave her complete control of the sexed up animal and made her crazy to whip the redhead into total submission. It was fabulous how in sex you cared about the other's orgasm and got hot over it as much as your own, It was magnificent to share this closeness, the forbidden act of tonguing the sphincter. There was no taste except sweet girl meat and Cheryl thrilled higher and higher.
For Abby it was a high water mark in her sex life, and her finest moment since Alien had laid this weird leech on her. A few days ago, Abby would've put Cheryl's name at the bottom of the list of people likely to help her with her leech. Everyone feared the judgments of the cool New York girl. Now she bucked to glory under Cheryl's pink eager tongue. Abby's insides seemed to twist and flower and pulse as the wicked, daring tongue dug at her asshole and drove the excited nerves to an orgasmic trigger.
"I can't staaaaand-awww, aaaaa," Abby bleated, quaking before the white hot boil in her belly.
Cheryl reveled in the girl's distress at losing her voluntary motions in coming orgasm. She drove her tongue harder and frigged Abby's clit with steady, rhythmic strokes so that the girl's erotic parts had no choice but to cream. Abby gave spastic jerks of her body and began to cum.
It was a wild orgasm for Cheryl, too. For the first time she realized that assholes also quaked at the time of spending, as Abby's sphincter throbbed lusciously against her tongue at the same moment that Abby's empty cunt squeezed and Cheryl's fingers detected deep, muted sex throbs in the buried network of nerves.
"Yuh, yuh, yuh," mewled Abby with a barking sound of pleasure. Everything tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, as she hung in the purple world of orgasm, light years away from worldly cares. Finally she tapered and went passive under Cheryl.
Cheryl lifted her head and patted the soft buttocks, totally relaxed now as Abby entered her dreamy after-sex euphoria. Curious, Cheryl prodded at the hole she'd just reamed to see what it felt like. To her astonishment, the soft sphincter caved in and her finger penetrated into the warmth of Abby's ass tunnel.
Imagine feeling inside someone else's butt, like a doctor or something! A child maybe yes, but a full-grown sexed-up adult. Abby only made a pleased murmur as Cheryl, fascinated, continued to explore, finger sliding over mucous tissues, sensing wet warmth and slickness. Just like a second cunt. Cheryl drove her finger as deep as it would go, then used her free hand to ride her own clit, feeling around inside her roommate's body.
"Aaaahhhh, God!" went Cheryl, opening and thrilling and rising to her heights.
Abby slowly, obediently, fucked on her finger in this odd, taboo sex play and Cheryl fell forward with a groan of pleasure to nibble the young, creamy flesh of Abby's buttocks as she came herself, using her finger like a cock in the redhead's bowel, Cheryl brought her legs together and spent gloriously in throb after throb of tribute to this new sex thrill. They were truly sisters now, having shared this kinky episode.
When Cheryl finished, Abby rolled over on her back and smiled up at Cheryl.
"We're going to make a great team," she said. "I'll help you get back the Gypsy. I'll help you get rid of your hang-up, too, even if we have to seduce every guy on the campus. Are we partners?”
"Partners!" laughed Cheryl as she slid her nude body on top to Abby's nakedness to hug and kiss her with feelings of warm affection…
It was late afternoon of the next day when Cheryl met Spider Strawn, hot on the trail of the necklace. Spider was Tom's roommate at the frat, the guy who'd asked for Salt to take to the Chem Lab where he worked. He was also the owner of the infamous vibrators and the whips that Cheryl had met in Tom's room.
Abby could only help Cheryl by getting Tom Talbot off Cheryl's back. Tom thought he was in love with Cheryl and called her at breakfast to try to make a date. He wanted to meet her at lunch, or in the afternoon, or that evening.
"There're such things as classes to go to and time alone to study," laughed Cheryl, pleased but not willing. She liked Tom well enough but didn't think it was love on her side. "The professors say you've got to spend three hours of study for every hour of lectures, and I'm a little behind.”
He threatened to come and set up a vigil on the Delta Rho lawn until Cheryl agreed to spend some time with him.
"I'll cool Tom," said Abby. "I'm afraid of Spider anyway. He has a wild reputation among all the sororities. It'll probably take all your New York cool to control him.”
"Bring on the tigers," laughed Cheryl. She felt much better in this new, close relationship with Abby. It was the first time since coming to Brighton University that she felt she had a close friend.
Spider turned out to be a long, lanky young man with a quite handsome face and beautiful dark hair. His eyes were dreamy, romantic. He wasn't at all what she'd expected after talking to him on the phone. He seemed harmless enough, serious and almost shy in person.
"Got a big day today," he told her. "Got an important four o'clock class with Professor Richardson Foster. He's my advisor and also my boss in the Chem Lab.”
"Maybe I could meet you at the Chem Lab and get back Salt," she told him.
"No, meet me before class in the Chem Building," he told her.
The Chem Building always smelled forbidding to Cheryl. It was foreign territory to an Art Appreciation major such as herself. However, she showed up at the appointed hour.
To her astonishment, Spider seized her wrist and began to walk her into the classroom. She yelped and pulled back, pointing out to him that she wasn't registered into Professor Foster's class.
"I can't even stand the smell of all the chemicals in this building," she told Spider. "It reminds me of a drugstore or hospital.”
"That's to keep out ugly girls, but you're not. Foster won't mind. Besides, you have to do it if you want to get back your little wood vibrator.”
His pull was insistent and she found herself walking in with him. The room was large-one of the theatre type lecture halls where the seats rose up from a sunken platform. The back of the hall was gloomy. Spider shoved her into a seat high up and near the back. The class was small, about a dozen young guys clustered down front. However, back here in the gloom she noticed several other couples sitting well apart from them, like scattered couples in a movie theatre.
Right on the dot, as a bell rang, Professor Foster came in from a side door down below and began to lecture. He was as tall as Spider, but had white hair and a prominent nose. His voice tended to sound singsong, a monotone punctuated by emphasis when he whirled to the blackboard behind him to make chalk marks-formulas.
Cheryl thought it was a little neat. She'd heard about some of these informal classes. No attendance was taken, and the professor had no idea as to whether the student was registered or not and probably didn't care if they weren't. It was getting something for nothing, so she tried to listen, but all the chemistry talk about alkalines and salts was above her head.
Suddenly she gripped Spider's arm. "That boy-that girl-”
Back in the gloom near them a guy had bent a girl's head back over the seat and kissed her. He had a hand on her throat and Cheryl could actually see pink tongues, his diving into the girl's mouth and the satin gleam of saliva. There was absolutely no sound.
"They're French kissing," she hissed.
"Fancy that!" said Spider. "Look over there.”
She spun her head to gasp again. Another couple, only this time the two bent forward in the gloom, as if seriously studying something in each other's laps. The busy movement of arms sent a thrill of horror over her.
"Spider, they're-they're-" she gasped.
"Hold on, baby!. Don't freak. It's just a humdrum dat at Foster's salt lick, as we call it. The old boy's nearsighted. Everything up here is a blur to him. The only rule is-don't make too much noise.”
As she sat there transfixed, she felt her hand captured by Spider's and forced into his lap to grab his finger… finger? His COCK! She almost jumped out of her skin. Spider had undone his zipper so quietly she hadn't heard it. He was hard; now he closed her hand over firm, warm cock meat.
"Hah!”
"Shhhh." He slipped something into her other hand. "Put this rubber on me so we won't get the books wet.”
She absolutely couldn't believe it. She sat there stunned in a regular, ordinary chemistry class at dull old Brighton University-with a boy's cock in her hand as he asked her to jack him off. It was so wild and outrageous that she couldn't move for long seconds. She just sat there holding Spider's cock with one hand and a rubber contraceptive in the other. Down below Foster droned on. Down below, the serious students hunched over notebooks, scribbling like mad, totally unaware of the sex drama back in the gloom.
She jerked free. "I'm leaving.”
“Go ahead. You won't get Salt back," hissed spider cheerfully.
She started to get up but he pulled her hand back to his cock. "What's the harm, Cheryl? I'm not even asking a suck.”
She sat there tensely and then began to relax as the wildness of the situation grew on her. Talk about kinky sex! Abby with her leech, now this. Come to think of it, how often had she ever had a chance to masturbate a cock? Guys always wanted to get it into her, by mouth or cunt. In fact, she'd never seen a cock masturbated to orgasm all the way. She'd never seen a rubber on a cock either, not in these days when girls had pills, or IUD's.
"If we get caught… " she murmured.
"We won't-if you keep it quiet."
It was the beginning of one of the weirdest experiences she'd ever had. The condom was a sexy little thing, at first a tight little insect that opened out into a small ring when she broke the seal. The latex rubber was translucent, silky to her touch. The ring seemed thick. Spider laid it on top of his cock and the thin rubber immediately hugged his prick opening due to the moisture of his pre-seminal fluid. That was even sexier. Then he showed her how to roll the rubber down his shaft, covering it to the base with a thin, white silken membrane. It felt glossy, silken to her touch. She'd seen her share of cocks, but never one so handsomely encased in a protective sheath, the top crinkled to the prick head because of the pre-seminal fluid. She couldn't keep her hands off this new, warmly encased cock.
His prick throbbed in her hand. "Go slow," he ordered. "We've got lots of time.”
She looked around the room. Absolutely nobody paid them any attention. Down below the professor droned on. Inside, her cunt flowed in mad joy at this weird exercise in sex. She pumped the shaft inside its silken sheath and relished the joy of feeling that stiff prick meat, warm in her hand. Spider leaned back, eyes closed, absorbing the lecture. However, she could see the fast pump of the vein in his throat and once in a while he moved his butt and she thought she heard a faint groan of pleasure.
When he got too hot and his cock dry-throbbed, he detached her hand for a few seconds before she could resume. After a few minutes he instructed her to put her feet up on the back of the seat in the row ahead. She did so, feeling him break her zipper, which was on the side in these slacks. Then her belly thrilled as she felt what seemed like a little animal burrow into her bikini panties and slide over her pelvis. She wet his hand generously with her cunt juice as he jogged her. She couldn't help making mewling sounds in her joy but kept as quiet as she could. Her belly really got hot when he rode on her clit, so she had to hunch and work her loins. He stopped then and she relaxed, breathing fast.
It was his turn again as she jacked him off, her hand moving faster and faster. Deep, inner drives made you always speed up the action. He had to give a soft groan and back her off. His cock, inside the rubber, felt like a hundred and forty degrees and she sensed the extreme tension in it. The fluted head was so swollen that it overlapped in the circle of skin between her thumb and first finger.
She had dropped back to a simmer. He took her hand off his dry-pulsing cock and resumed fingering inside her pants. She held onto his arm and undulated, receiving deep belly thrills from her rising sexuality. In a minute she was going to be so hot that she'd explode with a cry, never mind where they were. Her body vibrated with delicious, eager sex sensations.
Just in time, when she was about to kick her legs forward, cry out and squeeze his hand between her thighs in orgasmic joy, he stopped. She fell off her sex peak once again, disappointed, yet fascinated by this start-stop sex action. Never before had she felt restraint in love-making. Always you went from foreplay into the real thing and pounded faster and faster to bursting climax. That was the way men were, and their sexuality swept you along with them.
Not Spider. Apparently he liked to string it out until pleased, crazed muscles and nerves revolted with involuntary eruptions to relieve the aching tension. Her cunt got a little sore. She was sure his cock was red and fussed almost beyond endurance. Yet underneath, as the minutes dragged on, a tremendous orgasm built in both of them.
"Mr. Strawn, will you comment please on the compound I've just described," called the professor from below.
The sharp voice shattered Cheryl's private world. She jerked to attention, closing her legs as every eye in the room suddenly focused on Spider and she. Her heart thudded in fear.
Spider got to his feet slowly. Smoothly he brought up his big, open loose-leaf notebook to cover his jutting cock. He answered in a regulated unemotional voice that sounded as if he'd followed the lecture right along. Then he slid back into the seat.
There were no snickers or accusations from down below. The professor nodded and went on with his lecture. The heads of the students dropped back to the note-taking. They had not been spotted. Talk about keeping your cool! She stared sideways at Spider in admiration. His answer was to strip off the rubber, exposing his cock to her, wet half way down from his pre-seminal flow and the tight clasp of the condom.
He put her hand back on the naked prick. "Time's almost up. Take it," he whispered.
Elated, exalted by this new sex thrill, she gently rubbed his balls and then jacked him off furiously, while he sank back, slack for a moment, and then his whole body stiffened. She bent over his cock to witness her first-ever free form male orgasm. She looked down on his shaft and the dark, expanded hole. Suddenly his cock convulsed and there was a bright flash of liquid; then body-hot sperm struck her on the mouth and nose, filling her nostrils with a rich, starchy smell.
She jerked back to watch the rest of his explosions, why, those first spurts leaped up at least two feet from his lap in the urgency and back pressure of his teased sex equipment. He let it all go, over his pants and on the floor, eyes dreamy, body locked, making the softest of relieved grunts in his throat. It was glorious to see the whole wet bursting of a taken cock. The last spurts barely cleared his cock head as the internal pressure lessened, and finally the last drops oozed from his prick hole like white snakes to slide down onto her hand.
She sat back, smelling the exudation, which made her dizzy. His hand went back on her cunt inside her pants. She felt so hot, thrilled, and open that she avidly licked his sperm off her hand and swallowed it. She used her tongue to lick the essence of that first burst off her mouth. Wow, it must be something to have a cock and make your jissum fly like that!
His hand took her. She grunted, locked her legs and tried to draw his hand deep inside her vagina. The tease had gone on so long that she went faint with pleasure ready to throb and throb and throb, not caring where she was. She started her lesbian fantasy to orgasm.
Faintly she heard the professor's voice, "Mr. Strawn, will you please come to my office after the class. Bring the young lady who is with you… ”
Ohmigod!