Clara stared out the dorm window. Below, a couple walked arm in arm through the pool of light cast by one of the street lamps. Clara wondered what it was like to be comfortably in love, wondered if she ever could be, or would be.
She wondered if a simple, straight-forward fuck would ever bring her satisfaction. The blazing ecstasy she had felt when Wil had bound her with neckties was still fresh in her mind. And there was also the gang rape she had experienced at Hemlock House.
It was awful the way her pussy steamed up when she just thought about what she had done. She was dominated by her unholy sexual desires.
What if she couldn't find satisfaction in a normal relationship? What if she was doomed to go through life a slave to her perverted lusts?
The idea horrified her. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be.
A surge of restlessness drove her up out of the chair. Going over to the closet, she yanked out a coat and put it on. Without even bothering with her purse, she stamped out, and down the hall.
Outside, the cool night air washed over her. Sucking in a deep breath, she tossed her head, tried to shake the knots out of her mind. The night beckoned. She struck off across campus, not paying any attention to where she was going.
And still her mind ran down the same depressing paths. What if the only satisfaction she could find involved bondage and humiliation?
The thought made her gut knot with fear. She had to prove it was false. She wasn't sick. She wasn't a pervert. She would prove it.
But how? With Wil? She couldn't do that. She had gone down a one-way road with him. And besides, she had tried it the other way with him before, and there had been no satisfaction.
She looked up and realized she had unconsciously chosen the path to the library. Behind the glowing windows she could see a few students grinding away. She wondered how many of them had heard about what she had done at Hemlock House. She had seen the speculative looks people have been giving her, and knew that the story must be out.
"Hi, Clara," someone greeted her casually as he headed for the parking lot.
"Hi," she answered vaguely. Then she placed him, and turned. "Hi!" she said eagerly. She didn't know his name, but his face was familiar.
"Can I give you a lift somewhere?" he asked, unlocking the door of his car.
How could she prove she wasn't a helpless victim of her own sick desires? Suddenly, she knew. "Where are you headed?" she asked while she searched frantically for his name. Red hair and freckles, blue eyes, glasses, a grind… Larry!
"Back to my room," he answered.
She wondered if he had heard about her performance at Hemlock House. "I was just out for a walk. Why don't we go for a drive or something?"
"Oh. Uh, okay," he agreed, puzzled.
Once in the car, Clara leaned against the passenger side door and eyed him speculatively. Hunger was a growing knot of fire in her belly. She was afraid he would reject her.
"Where to?" he asked.
"Anywhere." Where could they go? She was only a freshman and didn't know the private places, the area make-out roads. She cursed herself for not dating students more.
"Want a pizza?" Larry asked. He evidently suspected what she was leading up to, but didn't want to take it for granted.
"No," she answered. Her voice was soft and husky. Suddenly she was glad she had on a skirt and blouse instead of her usual jeans. "Let's just go someplace… quiet. Where we can talk."
"Talk?" Larry croaked. "Okay."
The way he said it made her afraid he thought she really did mean talk. Her chest tight, she toyed with the buttons on her blouse. She didn't want him to make any mistake about what she wanted. Her loafers thumped to the floor of the car. She slid one foot across the seat and gently rubbed her toes along his thigh. He shot her a tense glance. She released the first button of her blouse.
She leaned back against the hard knob of the window crank. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples burned as they rose and fell against her blouse. She undid another button, and another. Soon, her blouse was open to the waist.
"Turn the heat up," she urged softly. Then she gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts as she writhed out of her coat. She threw it casually into the back seat. His hand shook as he leaned forward and adjusted the heater. The fan blew gusts of warm air around her, stirred her soft hair.
When she slid over next to him, her skirt rode up high on her thighs. She tucked herself against him and slouched low as his arm went around her shoulder. She nuzzled her head against him, then reached up and gripped his fingers with her right hand. She put her left on his thigh.
He gulped. "Are you sure?" he gasped.
She eased his fingers down to the soft swelling of her breast. He fingered her nipple through the loose cloth. "I'm sure," she answered. "I've had my eye on you for a long time," she lied easily.
His fingers pinched the nubbin of her tit, made hot sparks flare through her. When he began to push her blouse aside, her chest tightened and her pussy clenched. She let her fingers trickle up to his cock. She inhaled sharply when she felt his shaft. It was enormous!
His fingers touched her bare nipple. She whimpered as flames lashed through her. She squeezed his monster cock through his pants. The car swerved on the dark road and he laughed nervously. "Watch it, or you'll kill us before we get there."
"Drive carefully," Clara urged softly. She found his zipper and eased it down. He squirmed and wriggled as she dug for his dick. Her fingers closed around the rock-hard shaft and levered it out of his fly. It felt like a telephone pole! His fingers clamped down on her naked breast. She moaned delightedly.
She wanted, suddenly, to be naked. The little that she had on felt confining, suffocating. She tried to get out of her blouse without dislodging his hand from her breast, or hers from his dick. He sensed that she wanted and released her tit just long enough to help her out of the right sleeve. Desperately, she let go of his pecker and shed the blouse. It fell into a rumpled tangle behind her. The lights of an oncoming car swept over her bared chest, picked out the pale globes and the perky points.
She humbled with the zipper of her skirt, then shoved it and her panties down. They wound up on the floor of the car. She was naked. She curled her hand around his cock again and let him fondle her naked breasts. She felt pussy juice drying on her cunt lips as warm air from the heater blew up her naked thighs. She slid her right leg out to the side and straightened it, opened her snatch to the hot gusts from the heater. Then she reached up over head and fumbled for the switch to the light.
Suddenly, she was bathed in a yellow glow.
Exposed and naked and wanton, she lounged beside Larry as he drove through the night. Cars swept towards them, bathed, her with their headlights, then blazed past. She pumped her fist on his mammoth cock, coated her palm and fingers with his juices.
"How long?" she asked desperately.
"Few minutes," he grunted, flicking the turn indicator and steering the car off onto a narrow back road.
"Hurry," she urged, squeezing his cock. Then, twisting, she squirmed down and drew the throbbing knob of his dark into her hot mouth. She bathed his thrusting shaft with her tongue. As he pinched her breasts, then slid his hand down to her ass, she began humping her hips gently.
She remembered getting cock up her butt as Hemlock House and thought of taking Larry's mammoth tool up that same tight road. She recoiled with terror. She wouldn't dare even try! Would she?
She smothered that thought by stuffing herself with cock, squirming it to the back of her mouth. She gagged. The car lurched, swerved around a turn, and she found that she had swallowed the head of his prick! Her stomach heaved. She choked and backed off.
"Sonofabitch," Larry groaned as his cock suddenly erupted in her mouth. The unexpected fountaining caught her off guard, flooded her mouth before she could swallow. For a moment she was drowning in goo. She sucked and swallowed frantically as he spouted.
"Awwww, shit!" Larry cursed as his balls pulsed their load into her slurping mouth.
Clara fondled his spouting dick and caressed his pulsing balls. As she savored his salty jizz, her guts coiled with the knowledge that this could turn out to be a good thing, rather than a disappointment.
When the car slammed to a halt in the darkness, she barely managed to avoid biting his jutting dong. Carefully, while he panted, tried to catch his breath, she licked off the last creamy drizzles of cum.
Then, still holding his shrinking dick in her hand, she came up for air.
"Jesus, I'm sorry," Larry moaned miserably. "That caught me totally by surprise. I guess… I guess it's been too long since I've had a girl," he said sadly.
Clara gave his shrunken dick a squeeze and asked, "Have you ever had a girl?"
"Yeah!" he retorted, insulted. "Once," he added softly. "I'm not like you. I'm kind of inhibited."
Clara wasn't sure it was a bad thing, but didn't argue the point. "You heard?"
"Heard? About what?" Larry asked.
Clara decided he'd find out about the gang bang soon enough. "Nothing. What makes you think I'm not inhibited?"
"Well, stripping naked while we're driving through town is hardly inhibited."
"I guess not. And I'm still naked, aren't I?"
"Uh, yeah," Larry agreed.
"Why don't you strip, too?" she asked, watching his dick. It was beginning to show signs of life.
When he hesitated, she pointed out gently that she had already seen the really important part. There were a few moments of elbow-bumping awkwardness, and a jarring toot from the horn when he inadvertently leaned on the steering wheel. Then he was as naked as she was.
For a few tantalizing minutes, Clara kept away from him. She let him study her soft curves, her brown muff, the stiff points of her tits. Then, she began fingering her pussy. Spreading her smooth thighs, she slid a finger into her slippery hole. His cock responded gratifyingly by thrusting upward eagerly. It looked like it was a foot long!
Reaching out, she brushed the purple cap with her fingers. "Pretty big," she noted softly.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so."
"Too bad it's so cold," Clara noted.
"How come?"
"If it was warmer, we could go outside."
"We could move into the back seat."
"That's a good idea." She got up and started to climb into the back. She turned away from, waved her lush ass in his face. Then she eased one leg over so she was straddling the back of the seat. She knew she was giving him an unparalleled view of her cunt and her asshole.
When she paused, as if searching for a place to put her foot, he cupped his hands under her ass. When she gave him an encouraging smile over her shoulder, his fingers slid into her hot depths. With a delighted chuckle, she humped, told him to explore her slippery tunnel.
Then she rolled gracefully the rest of the way over. She stretched out on her back on the back seat, and put one foot on the floor. She braced the other against the rear window. Her crotch gaped wide, beckoned him.
He scrambled over. And then he was with her, crouching on the floor beside her, feasting his eyes on her incredible, wanton display. He leaned forward. His mouth found one of her tits as she tangled her fingers in his red hair. His teeth cut into her tender flesh as he sucked on her pert bud. Flames raged through her.
He moved from one tit to the other, got them both spit-slick. Her cunt was simmering. She thought of his monster prick jamming into her hole, and knew that if she couldn't find satisfaction with his monster tool, she was surely doomed to the perverse drives she feared so much.
His tongue flicked her nipples, first one, then the other. She moaned and guided his head from one aching tit to the other. Then, slowly, she forced his head down, down toward her gaping cunt. He didn't resist at all. Actually, he seemed eager to comply. His mouth sucked and nibbled along her soft tummy. His tongue probed her belly button, and she sucked in her gut. Then he continued lower, and lower. She felt his breath on her pussy. When his tongue combed through her soft fuzz, her hips heaved eagerly.
Then his mouth fastened on her twat and a geyser of flame roared through her. His tongue found her seething cunt and drilled into it. His nose was grinding her clit as he probed his tongue into her slippery tunnel.
It was heaven! But it wasn't what she needed so desperately. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she shoved his head away from her pussy and dragged his mouth up to hers. Her tongue raped his mouth, tasted his spit and her own juices. She tugged him in between her gaping thighs. As the dome light shone down on her face, he settled himself between her legs. His cock ground against her pussy hair. Then the head of it slipped into her slit and started in search of her hole. A squirm of her hips and she felt it nuzzle her gate.
He thrusted. She felt like she was being torn in two by the monster invader. Reaching down, she clutched his ass, urged him deeper. His cock plunged its way into her slick depths. She felt every ripple in her cunt walls being stretched by his monster bulk. She felt his shaft drive deeper and deeper and deeper. It seemed like there was no end to his monster rod. She spread her legs wider and felt the head of his wang hit the end of her hole. Then he actually stretched her twat lengthwise, drove his whole tool into her tunnel.
It was like she was being gutted by a dull javelin. She lay under him and willed him to run her through with his monster dark. She felt her cunt stretch and stretch until she was sure she was going to tear.
"Gaawwd," she moaned.
"Shit, you're hot and light," he grunted.
"Fuck me," she urged, clawing at his back. "Fuck me dl you come out my mouth!"
He tied. He pistoned in her, in and out, in and out, a carnal machine in her cunt.
He drove at her forever. She was sure that this time, with his tool, she would cum. And since he had spurted into her mouth she was sure he would have the staying power to ravage her beyond belief, to drive her to orgasm after orgasm.
She reached a high point, and hovered there. She couldn't get any higher. His cock pumped in her cunt and pounded her clit to a pulp. It was good, ecstatically good, except for one thing.
She wasn't cumming. And she wasn't going to cum. She fought her tears of shame and fear and horror. The coupling went on and on and on, but there was no release for her.
She clutched him, and remembered the pool table, remembered the endless series of cocks. She began to edge toward her peak. She remembered being rolled over, remembered the rail grinding into her belly, and edged a little closer to her cumming. Then, as Larry pistoned his mammoth prick in her cunt, she remembered the rape of her asshole. And reached the glittering, geysering peak of pleasure. While Larry's cock fucked her numb, she climaxed from the memory of the gang rape. Now she knew what it took to make her cum. She felt Larry's cock spurting in her stretched depths, felt his cream hit the end of her cunt. She moaned as her orgasm raged through her. Desperately, she clung to the man between her thighs.
She thought of being bound and gagged and ravished, and her cumming flared up one more time.