Maggie's lips. She shuddered as the cream oozed out of her cunt and poured out.
Maggie tasted the sharpness as her own pussy began contracting and fluttering in wild spasms. She felt her own juice spurting toward the brunette's waiting lips and tongue.
They rolled and tossed, lapping at the cum which filled each pussy. They hugged and throbbed in the mad explosion of their orgasms.
They lay quietly afterward. Maggie caressed the brunette's tits slowly. She looked at Mary Alice.
'No worry,' she smiled. 'No one heard us. They were all at the party. I suppose everyone is there except us.'
'That's a relief,' Mary Alice giggled. 'We weren't exactly the quietest pair in town.'
'Hardly,' Maggie agreed. 'I suppose in the future we'll have to be more careful.'
'Loud or not,' the slender girl commented, 'that was one hell of a fuck. Damn! I've screwed a hell of a lot of boys who weren't that good. Your husband sure must have some hot cunt on his hands to send you up here for the year.'
'Will you shut up about that!' Maggie hissed. 'I don't want to hear you talking that way again!'
'All right! All right!' Mary Alice replied. 'I'll drop the subject. I'll drop it just so long as you promise me you'll go out on the make along with me.'
'Mary Alice!'
'All right!' the girl laughed. 'Forget it! All I was trying to say was what a hell of a pussy you are for man or girl. I still get the shudders just remembering how great it was.'
Maggie leaned over and kissed her roommate. She patted the fabulous little ass as she rose from the bed. She needed a shower. Maggie didn't want to risk the house-mother coming by to chat with them and finding them lying there together smelling so strongly of cum. She grabbed a towel and ran to the shower.
As she stood under the refreshing spray, the young woman tried to justify her recent act. It wasn't really fucking, she assured herself. That wasn't being unfaithful to Loren. It wasn't really a fuck, just a different sort of masturbation. That's what it was.
Maggie was sure that Loren was beating his meat at night in her absence. Wasn't that what guys did when their woman wasn't around? She certainly couldn't object to him jerking off. That's what she had done. She'd jacked off. She and Mary Alice had jacked off.
Maggie stepped from the shower and toweled down in short, brisk strokes. Her body began to glow. She felt the increased flow of her circulation bringing a heightened sensitivity to her skin. Damn! She'd just finished a cunt-suck and she was still horny. She still wanted a cock in her pussy. She still wanted the feel of a rough male hand on her tits.
'Slut!' she hissed to herself as she stepped back into their room and slipped a robe over her naked body.
Maggie walked to the window as Mary Alice took her turn in the shower. The redhead watched the couples stroll arm in arm along the walks of the campus. She saw several couples easing off toward The Factory.
Maggie's pussy quivered at the knowledge of some girl getting fucked out there. In the next thirty minutes, several girls were going to get what she needed so badly. One or two of them might even have it forced on them.
She sighed deeply, disgustedly. There was no way she could get herself fucked without being unfaithful to Loren.
'Oh Loren!' she muttered as she watched couples embrace below. 'Damn it, you sure the hell better be suffering just as much as I am. If I ever discover that you have gotten a little pussy on the side, while I say up here and go crazy…'
She paused. What would she do? What would she do if she found out that Loren was fucking around while she was at Hillcrest? No! She could trust Loren. She had always trusted him. There was no need to doubt him now. Mary Alice just wanted a companion to go out on the make with her. That's why the brunette kept teasing her.
It was Mary Alice, not Loren that was the problem. She sighed and turned away from the window. Still, what would she do? What would she do if Loren did get in a few fucks along the way?
CHAPTER FOUR
Dr. Harold Painter caressed the lovely young tits as he laid the red-haired woman back on the soft bed. Now he'd get even for the way she had been sticking those tits out at him while he tried to keep his mind on the lectures. He'd teach this sexy girl to stop flashing her thighs at him each time she sat down at the beginning of class.
Mrs. Marguerite MacDonald, Maggie as she referred to herself, had been a constant distraction during class. If it weren't her thighs or ass or tits, it was the way she looked up at him from the front row. Her deep blue eyes flashed erotic invitations. She was always watching him with that knowing sparkle in her eyes.
She'd asked for this fuck. By God, he'd give her a fuck! She'd practically asked him to screw her. She stayed a moment after class each day. He could barely contain his excited prick the way she pressed those voluptuous tits against his arm.
Tonight he was sure she'd stepped behind him intentionally in the student center. He'd gotten his cup of coffee and turned to find a table when his arm plunged into her delicious bosom.
'Careful there,' Maggie laughed in a sultry voice. 'I wouldn't want to risk any damage to those.'
She would feel like he'd damaged them when he finished with her. He would paw and suck those tits until they'd be aching for a month.
His hands trembled as he unbuttoned her blouse and drew it away to expose the most lusciously-filled bra he'd ever imagined. His fingers glided over the bra, delighting in the way her magnificent breasts filled it to overflowing. He covered as much of each tit as he could, then he began kissing the soft flesh which swelled above the white nylon.
God, she was delicious! What a hell of a broad!
'Ohhhh,' he sighed. 'Ohhhh, how sweet, how soft, how lovely! You are even more beautiful than I thought you'd be.'
'You could have found out a lot sooner if you hadn't been so shy,' Maggie answered. 'I've practically raped you after class every day for the past week. I gave you all those hard-ons. I could see that. You wouldn't do anything else, though. You'd just stand there and get a hard-on.'
'And think of nothing but your body for the next three classes.' He reached behind her and fumbled for the hook of the bra. 'I'd look for you during the afternoon. Never could find you out of class, though, until tonight.'
He had the bra loose. His practiced hands lifted the bra and the soft cotton of her blouse from her shoulders. Harold tossed them aside and looked at the most gorgeous sight he'd ever seen. The fantastic tits heaved excitedly before his eyes.
'Damn! What a pair!' he whispered, caressing them with deep adoration, almost reverence. 'No woman ever had such a heavenly pair of tits!'
Maggie shivered. No one had ever talked to her like this. She'd heard comments about her tits all her life. Shit, with twin thirty-eights she had constantly been subjected to lewd descriptions of her tits. Hal Painter, though, talked differently about them. He worshipped them. Her body shivered in response to the way he adored them.
He cupped her tits and began to kiss them sweetly. His lips moved about them, above them, around them, beneath them, between them. He kissed her cleavage and pressed her tits against his cheeks. He turned his face from side to side, feeling the silken flow of her tits against his face.
Loren adored her tits. Maggie knew that. Her husband didn't have the ability to describe them in such an exciting way, though. Loren did his talking through his hands and through his hard cock. Hal Painter was talking pretty damn well with his hands now, but he could also use words to turn her on. Maggie thrust the tits upward, offering them freely and fully to his devouring hands and mouth. 'Mmmmmm,' he moaned. Maggie sighed as he caught a trembling nipple between his lips and rolled his tongue over it.
