Abby slid out of her panties to give this odd-looking rubber disc machine a try. Scotty watched her with hots eyes, drinking in the beauty of the redhead's nude body. Abby was quite aware that she turned on the freshman who had dykish inclinations.
"What's the tissue for?"-cried Scotty, staring at Abby's belly.
"Not my period," laughed Abby. "I just had to walk home carrying an injection of boy stuff. You know, vitamin F, for fuck.”
Scotty fell to her knees beside the bed. "Could I-look?”
"So look," laughed Abby, and the girl took out the tissue and fingered the still lubricious cunt, even peering inside.
"Wow! There's still some dessert left in the pantry,” exclaimed Scotty. She boldly felt inside of Abby, relishing the silken squish of the used cunt.
Abby laid aside the vibrator. She felt a spike of rising excitement.
"That turns you on?" she squeaked.
Scotty blushed and her eyes positively glittered. "Uh, not really. Or maybe a little." She wet her lips and knelt there like a puppy begging for a biscuit.
Abby wanted to burst out laughing. This was the same girl who'd been revolted at the idea of licking her perfectly clean, unopened ass button. But she felt the rising thrill of kinky sex being offered. In a choice between making fun of someone and getting sex, Abby had long ago learned to go for the sex thrill.
She slid her hand seductively down her creamy thigh and slowly began to part her legs.
"I don't suppose you would consider-" she said in a husky voice.
"I-just might-" breathed the other sorority girl. "I used to-I mean, a couple of times, strictly for kicks, I-”
Her head moved down toward Abby's cunt like a cobra entranced by a swaying flute. Hypnotized would be more like it.
"Never mind the words," said Abby, holding the girl's head and bringing her eager mouth down on her cunt lips. "Just drink me.”
A pink tongue laved her pink cunt folds and then Scotty buried it inside, as if she'd discovered a treasure trove. Abby undulated against the impertinent tongue, thrilling and astonished at this new sex thrill. Imagine slurping a guy's spunk out of a girl's cunt.
It turned on Scotty like wild fury. She locked her arms over Abby's belly and turned her mouth into a scouring vacuum cleaner with plenty of suction and action against the straining clit. In about sixty seconds Abby went from stasis to high, hot passion, groaning and twisting in rising rushes of delight. There just wasn't going to be any ceiling to how high that vulgar, sexy tongue took her.
"You-you're drinking his g-g-gut sperm!" she cried, fucking hotly on Scotty's face.
"Silken… rich… nectar," murmured the Colorado girl.
She used her hand to move the skin on Abby's lower abdomen, giving the cunt extra play and increasing the clit action. Abby's cunt and inside sex network blazed in a hot fire. Her body went moist, her eyes began to glaze. Buttocks, thighs and spine joined in the rapture of the suck trap.
"Oh, Scotty, never felt such a weeee- wicked tongue," went Abby, Scotty wasn't as good as Cheryl, but a little lie didn't hurt here. Scotty was a little too rough, but the idea of Tom Talbot's sperm sliding obediently out of her vagina and down the throat of a girl who'd never even seen the donor blasted Abby's mind. What incredible, delicious convolutions the world of sex offered!
Scotty never even bothered to jog her own cunt. All was concentrated on scouring the hot, swollen vagina, using a finger to scoop forward every precious drop of man juice, until Abby's cunt flowed only pure, warm girl juice.
By that time Abby was fit to be scraped from the walls. She held Scotty's head and swiveled and jerked and twisted as if she were going mad. She felt she was-her whole sex net surged with high-powered joy as she rose right up past the clouds into a purple haze of utter delight.
"Oh, I-it's going-have to-giiiive," she thrilled.
With a single, sharp bark, Abby succumbed. She froze upward against Scotty and held, muscles quivering. Then she gave up her sex treasure in clipping orgasm, her cunt out of control, in rich quakes and spasms of unforgettable delight. She burst, held, sank, rose and burst some more, while Scotty gently drove her right on through her whole run of relieved ecstasy. Even after she sank to the bed, she had to quiver and rise again. Her breath stopped in her throat to pay off more luscious throbs.
She lay in dazed euphoria while Scotty knelt back away from her with pure love shining in her eyes.
"God, I love to drink a man's cream," Scotty confessed. "Especially if I hardly know who he is, or was. When I do it, I masturbate later in bed, all sexed up and crazy, with me knowing I've got a guy's spunk in my belly and he doesn't even know it.”
Talk about your freaks! But Abby only smiled a motherly smile at the happy freshman.
"You fu-have sex with guys, though?”
“Oh, sure. I couldn't live without it. But that's a totally different trip.”
The two girls heard rapid steps outside the door and then the rattle of a key in the lock.
"Uh, you'd better zip into the bathroom," said Abby. "That's my roommate, and I'd rather she didn't know that-uh-”
"You bet!" said Scotty, and whisked off into the bathroom. She made it safely because Cheryl, not knowing the door was unlocked, had locked it, discovered her error, and had to unlock it again.
The real reason Abby had packed off Scotty was that she didn't like the rangy girl as well as Cheryl and didn't want Cheryl to know she'd enjoyed a little extra sex. She needn't have worried. Cheryl was in a high state of excitement.
"Oh, Abby, you're home. Good! Listen, we've got to act quick!”
"I had the date with Tom-" Abby started to explain, but Cheryl waved her down.
"You can tell me all of that later, Abby. I've tracked down the Gypsy. We can get it if we act fast. A freshman at the Sig house has it. His name's Harold and I met him once. But if we act fast-"
"What-who-where?" asked Abby.
"Wake up, girl. What have you been doing? Wearing out your clit?”
"Uh, a friend brought by this kooky vibrator," said Abby to explain her nudity.
"Never mind that. Get dressed. Hurry.”
Cheryl explained that she'd traced the missing necklace past Spider. Spider had given her a bad time… then taken her to dinner to explain that he'd passed Salt on to a frat brother who was into art objects. This Harold.
"I'm tired of dragging this thing out," said Cheryl. "I've been on the trail of Harold for the past couple of hours. I found him at the White Fountain on Adams Avenue. He just started to glug a hamburger and coke when I left. If we hurry we can run him down and strip him of the statuette.”
"Right now?”
"Right now, Abby.”
"I'm with you, kid. We're partners," Abby sang out as she began to jump into her clothes. With Cheryl's father secretly in town, and raging, it would be a great idea to grab that necklace before she had to meet him at midnight.
Chapter 6
Often Harold Lissac skipped the frat house meal to eat at the White Fountain. As a young man with a French father and an American mother, who'd spent half his life living in Paris, he did not seem to fit into either Brighton University or the Sigma frat house. He was brilliant at art, which was why they'd pledged him. For the rest, forget it. What could you say about a Parisian dumped down into a small Midwestern college town, whose best friend, whose only friend, was a professor's wife who was gone on art?
He did not understand football, basketball or any of the American sports, habits, hobbies or past times. In the classroom he was great, but life stopped for him outside those walls. At the Frat house he was either ignored or ridden unmercifully about his exotic background. The White Fountain was more comfortable, and the meals not much worse than the Sigma kitchen, run by a serious nutritionist grad student who treated recipes like chemical formulas and produced artless, serious meals.