Returning from his job in the Biology Lab, Tom Talbot stopped in surprise when he saw a light in his room. Spider, his roommate, couldn't be home-he worked in the Chemistry Lab nights, and he never missed. That meant that some sneaky Sig was up to some dirty trick. It was the price you paid for being popular. The guys were always working off some kind of practical joke on you. Tom raced around to the rear of the house and entered, ignoring the babble of sound from the dining room, and rushing silently up the back stairs. He meant to nail the bastards in the act.
He went into his room silently, and everything changed from anger into thrilled wonder as he crept up on the sight in the easy chair.
It was a girl, naked, and she was fucking herself with one of Spider's vibrators. Well, she wasn't entirely naked. Her shirt hung loose on her shoulders as she kneaded one of her breasts, but the rest of her was naked, with long legs spread out and loins moving. Her head thrust back, her eyes were closed. It wasn't just any girl, either. It was the vision that had danced in his head all day long, Abby's sexy roommate, Cheryl, who'd pulled his cock that morning.
She was a luscious sight, the tanned, beautiful body stretched in sex agony and delight, graceful belly and thighs working, soft muscles flexing, lovely legs extended. So open, so lustful, so beautiful. His cock came right up in his pants. He began to undress.
"I-I'm going to cum," the girl whispered in lascivious wonder, shaking her head from side to side and beginning to pant. "Oh, I've got to go.”
Tom was naked himself. He knelt before the girl and pulled her hand with the vibrator free of her cunt as she opened her eyes to stare at him in shocked disbelief.
"So cum," he gurgled.
He caught a flash of blonde pubic hairs, pink, swollen cunt and then slid her butt forward and aimed his big, hard cock.
"Oh, no!" she cried, trying to sit up.
Too late! The vibrator had loosened her vagina nicely for him and had whipped up a heavenly run of sweet girl juices. His cock notched her opening and slid right in, only to be grasped firmly by the young girl's tight passage as if her velvet tunnel was operated by a spring lock. She tensed against him with a cry of despair. He hugged her loins to his with a cry of delight. Living cock shot up into her vagina and claimed her.
"Naw, naw," she whined.
There was no escape. Not only did Tom hold her too tightly, but her own belly conspired against her in its mad desire to reach orgasm. She was so far gone into sex that the new friction of real cock meat captured her absolutely.
"Tom-I didn't-mean-" she managed in a broken voice.
"Do it!" he commanded, fucking happily into her tight cunt.
She stopped resisting. She slid her cunt forward and rocked on him, biting her lips, gasping, feeling the white-hot delicious turmoil in her belly gather into the stretched-out wonder of pre-orgasmic paralysis. Suddenly she had a vision of Abby's body, naked, with her cunt throbbing. The lesbian flash let her rush to orgasm.
"Ah, yeh, oooo," she went: Then: "Fuuuucked!”
Her cunt locked and began to spasm. Those powerful throbs unleashed fires in Tom's belly as he fucked faster and took her up and out over the edge into jerking, relieving throbs of spent girlhood. She fell back and then lifted again to spend some more, keening in animal pleasure.
"Feels… so… good," she went.
"Honey, I like this homecoming," he exulted. She was finishing her run, but he'd barely started his fuck.
"I. was just… I was just… " she apologized as her spasms tapered.
He put a hand on her lips. "Forget it, honey. You've finished, dear Cheryl. Let me do my-ahhh-thing.”
There was no way she could allow it. She'd been having a private party and suddenly a naked male appeared from nowhere and drove his cock into her cunt without a by-your-leave. It was Tom; Tom was sweet. He was handsome and well-hung but it was an inexcusable invasion of her privacy.
She gave a sudden, adroit jerk to uncock him. Then she quickly swung her legs over the arm of the chair and escaped. He gave a cry of disappointment. His powerful cock glistened on the outside with the sweetness of her private oils and glowed on the inside from the fabulous friction in her snug, young cunt. He lunged for her, but she ducked under his arm, reaching for her pants.
"I-I-just tried something-I didn't mean-" she stammered.
"You came here," he howled. "You slipped into my room to be with me.”
"No, Tom. I came for that little statue. The figurine in the hall of the Delta Rho house.”
"What?”
"Oh, you know. It looks like an oversized salt shaker, over a foot tall. We call it 'Salt'. You took it from the table in the hall this morning.”
He stared at her, trying to make the jump from the sexy sight of the girl, the spontaneous quick lock with her, to this mundane discussion of salt shakers. He looked ludicrous, standing there nonplussed with his big hard-on sticking up.
“The figurine, dammit," she said impatiently. "Don't stand there staring at me like a jackass. Where's the thing you stole.”
She saw his blush and realized at once she'd made a serious error. She couldn't fault herself. His theft of the statue had brought her here, not his charm, strong though it was. Then came the shock and shame of his discovery of her masturbating. An honest cowboy would've withdrawn and given her a warning instead of sneaking in on her. On top of that he tried to take advantage of her, plunging his cock into her when she was so high in lust she had no choice but to let his prick finish her off. Naturally she was shaken and angered when she recovered from her need for orgasm. He was like most of the guys she'd had sex with during her high school years. He could only think of the immediate needs of his prick, which strained in hunger for her cunt.
"I don't know anything about a statue," he said.
"Oh, noooo," she wailed. She stepped into her pants and pulled them up. "Tom, we have to talk.”
He saw her cunt, ripe and juicy, disappear inside of her pants.
"You uncocked me, you little bitch," he roared. "Nobody does that to Tom Talbot!”
He swung at her and she ducked with a scream. His eyes roved the room looking for a suitable instrument for punishment. There were those two crossed whips on the wall. They weren't full-sized bull whips, being smallish, only about three feet long, but they were real leather. As she scrambled for the window, he seized one of the whips and went for her.
"Whap". She took a stinging blow on the buttocks and jumped a foot from the searing pain.
"Tom!" she screamed.
"You had to cum-I helped you. Then you tried to hang me up, you New York crud!" he roared.
He whipped her again and she fled from the window, crying out in pain. Each blow cut cruelly into her buttocks, laying white hot fire on her ass, protected only by her tight slacks. Oh, her butt did hurt! Shocked, really scared now at his anger, she spun and ran into his arms.
"Tom, I'm really sorry. Don't hit me any more.”
"You were a jerk.”
"I was a jerk. I'm sorry.”
He shoved her down on his bed.
"Take off those pants.”
Crying a little now, scared, humiliated and angry in a chaos of emotions, she began to scoot out of her pants as fast as she'd scooted in to them. She had time to think ironically, "What would the people who see me as the cool, laid back New York wench think of me now?”
She realized now she was sure to be fucked. She had to make it up to him so he wouldn't lie about taking Salt. She had to soothe his bruised feelings about her not being here because he was a great lover, and for uncocking him. She'd be lucky if he let her off with a fuck and didn't whip her any more. Her ass really burned.
He helped her jerk her pants off and then he hopped on the bed.