By
this point I had gotten into a pretty nice rythym at
school. I was really ready for Thnaksgiving and Christmas break by this point, but I did
enjoy sex with my suitemates. This
section once again tells the story of enthusiastic sex with college girls. There are some oblique references to sex with
guys but there's no actual depiction of that.
Part 19 -
Thanksgiving
My classes kept
me quite busy during the week before Thanksgiving. I was grumpy because I was busy enough I had
to choose between school and sex and this time school won. Lisa was just as busy and she was as
frustrated as I was; I was hoping that when we went home for Thanksgiving she
would not fuck me to death. All this
meant that my heart rate sped way up when one night there was a soft knock on
my door.
"You awake
Cindy?" It was Sam.
"Yeah, what's up
sweetie?"
She sat down next
to me on my bed, I could not help but notice she had no panties on, "I talked
to my parents tonight, Dad got me a truck at the Forest Service auction so I'll
have something to drive when I come back."
"That's
wonderful!"
"If I found a
better radio to put in it would you install it for me? Lisa told me you're good at that sort of
thing."
"Of course I will."
In the dim light
I could see her very nice smile; I could also see her very hard nipples when
she pulled off her t-shirt. I pulled
mine off and she reached out to squeeze my boobs. "Can I sit on your face Cindy?"
"That's a silly
question sweetie, bring that sweet cunt over here."
Sam lowered her
firm ass down toward my waiting tongue and I pushed my tongue up inside her
warm, wet pussy. I reached up with my
hands, finding her warm breasts and tugging on her hard nipples. I gave some attention to her butthole as
well, each time my tongue flicked her tight hole her nude body jerked and she
would give out a little squeak of pleasure.
As her orgasm hit her she grabbed at my soft belly, digging her strong
fingers in and clamping her thighs tight to the sides of my head.
My voice was
quite husky (and horny), "Use your nipple on my clit baby."
I was spoiled
because my experiences with dovefucking were mostly
with Rita and her huge tits but Sam had very hard nipples and they felt
wonderful on my swollen clit. I had a
tight grip on Sam's soft hair, pressing her pretty face into my pussy. Sam and Lisa were probably the only two girls
who weren't intimidated by my violent orgasms; Lisa was turned on by my kicking
and flailing (as long as I didn't kick her out of bed) and Sam had told me that
I didn't kick nearly as hard as Elanor (and she knew this from hard-earned
experience). Sam tried unsuccessfully
not to laugh when I wound up on the floor, moaning and holding my pussy. Sam pulled me back into my bed and we sat
there for a while, pussy rubbing on pussy and kissing messily. After another wonderful, but less violent,
orgasm we laid on our sides, boobs pressed together.
I stroked her
hair, "That was wonderful sweetie."
"I had fun
too. Now I think I can face my classes
for the week." Sam pulled her shirt back
on and went back to her room. I was
exhausted so I fell asleep pretty fast.
We headed toward
home for Thanksgiving in a little convoy on Saturday. Sam was riding with me and Lisa was in her
white Subaru, Alcyone. Sam found our
chatter on the CB really funny, in cute sort of way, especially our callsigns,
Curly and Snow White. Lisa talked to her
a little on the radio, she decided her callsign would be Horse Girl. We stopped in Charleston for bowls of gumbo
and to fill in Mrs. Fontenot on our lives.
We didn't give her all the details about our adventure with Jane but
from Mrs. Fontenot's reaction we could tell she was familiar with stories like
Jane's.
"That poor
girl. There are too many men out there
who are no good, you girls have good hearts and you did a good thing helping out
that girl and her poor little dog." We
got massive mom-hugs from Mrs. Fontenot and, of course, bags of beignets to
take home with us.
We went to my
house first to drop off my stuff and to re-introduce Sam to The Brat. Sam did an admirable job of not staring at
Janet's tits and Janet was fascinated that Sam actually had her own horse, in a
way Janet still had a little girl's love of horses (and a complete lack of
knowledge how much work they were). We
had some time before the train arrived to take Sam to Carbondale so we took her
to the coffee shop. Ben and Ron where
excited to meet her and they agreed that Elanor was a very nice-looking
horse. Sam was not a huge coffee drinker
but she did like the occasional cappuccino and the shop had a new machine which
The Queens were proud to show off to us.
Lisa got her usual sticky sweet coffee drink and I got my usual black
Darjeeling; it was a chilly November day so it felt good.
Sam gave me a
wicked little smile, "You were right about your sister's boobs. She definitely had you beat in that
department."
I glared at her,
"Thanks for reminding me."
Lisa rubbed my
back, "You still have the best pussy though," Sam giggled and nodded. Lisa had told us she had spent many nights
comforting Amber (mostly by eating her pussy); she had never had a guy dump
her, it had always been her that did the dumping and she did not like being on
the receiving end of that transaction.
Lisa felt that Amber might be swinging back to being more interested in
girls in the coming months, which earned a Spock-like eyebrow rise from
Sam. We put Sam on the train along with
her beignets, which she was valiantly trying not to eat before she got home, as
well as my Crutchfield's catalog so that she could order a new head unit for
her truck.
Granddad and Aunt
Carla were going to Atlanta for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with my Aunt
Paula and her kids. Hearing about this,
Lisa's parents had invited us to come to their house for Thanksgiving. Lisa was very excited by this and her mom had
asked me to make some Cajun rice stuffing, so our house would have its share of
yummy smells too. Rob and Cherie were
going to be there as well and Lisa was excited to see them too. Cherie had called me to say that she thought
she might be pregnant but that I was under no circumstances to tell my parents
or Janet. She told me I could tell Lisa
because there is no way I wouldn't but apart from her she wanted to hold back
on the news until they were actually sure and telling Janet would be the
equivalent of having it announced on TV at half-time of a Bears game.
Rob and Cherie
got to our house Tuesday night; Lisa and I were downstairs watching TV, Mom and
Dad were upstairs and Janet was out somewhere, probably fucking Anthony. We both bounced up off the couch when Cherie
came downstairs but one look at her face froze us in our tracks.
She didn't waste
any time (she's a very direct woman, much like Sabrina), "I got my period on
Sunday." There were tears in her eyes
but she was bravely trying to hold them back. We both hugged her for quite a
while.
I looked up into
her eyes (Cherie's one of the few women I know who's taller than me), "How did
Rob take it?"
"Your brother was
your brother," I let out a bitter little snorting laugh at that one because I
knew exactly what she meant, "He was really pragmatic about the whole
thing. My doctor did tell me that well
over half of possible pregnancies self-terminate in the first two months but
she also said there was no reason we can't keep trying."
Lisa kissed her
on the cheek (she had to stand on her tippy-toes to do it), "You'll be a great
mom."
Cherie stroked
Lisa's white hair, "Thanks Lisa."
Thanksgiving was
the traditional mountain of food. I was
very honored that Lisa's mom asked me to help in the kitchen, Lisa and Janet
got to provide some help and Mom was put on table setting and food staging duty
to keep her out of the way. I had made
my stuffing the night before so all I had to do was to heat it back up. I am sure that Mom was relieved that neither
Rob nor Janet let off huge burps to show the approval of the food. Mom did put Rob and Janet to work washing
dishes, Cherie helped, which let me and Mrs. P sit down for a while. Lisa came home with me so we could watch the
recording of the Macy's parade snuggled up together. I think Janet wanted to snuggle with Lisa too
but she (wisely) decided that might well freak our parents right out.
Rob and Cherie
stayed in a motel so that meant Lisa and I got to stay in my old bedroom
downstairs. We did a lot of kissing and
rubbing of full stomachs as well as biting at hard nipples. We sat on the bed facing each other, Lisa's
legs around my waist so that we could press our boobs and pussys
together. We took our time rubbing
against each other and we had two very nice orgasms but without Lisa soaking
the sheets.
I held Lisa
tight, nice and warm under my quilt, feeling her soft skin on mine.
Lisa was playing
with my nipples, "I feel terrible for Rob and Cherie. I can tell Cherie really wants to have a
baby."
"I know
sweetie. Like you said, she'll make a
great mom."
"Am I a bad
girlfriend for wanting to fuck Janet again?
I can't get those big breasts and her soft blonde bush out of my head."
"My poor little sweetie, totally enthralled by the
overwhelming sexuality of the Manning sisters.
I guess you'll just have to fuck me twice as much."
"Maybe we can get
together with Steph, she does have a nice, blonde pussy too."
"I'd love to see
her and Sam fight. That would be so
fucking hot."
Lisa bit my boob,
"You nasty girl!"
"I think Sam
thinks Amber is really hot too."
That got me
another boob bite, "That's because she is you silly!"
I gave Lisa an
evil smile, "Imagine Holly and Molly Ringwald in an all-out lesbian
fuck-battle. I wonder if Molly
Ringwald's bush is red too?"
Lisa got on top
of me, her nipples on mine, "You evil bitch!
I just hope I don't wake your parents up," and with that she started
grinding her pussy on mine again, pinning my arms down to the mattress. I wrapped my legs around her so I could slap
her butt with my feet. We kept our
mouths pressed together in hopes of not waking anyone upstairs and it didn't
take long before I was thrashing under my sweetie in the grips of another
orgasm. Lisa squirted a little but not
so much that we would have to do laundry.
After two rounds of fucking we were both ready to go to sleep and Lisa
at least was out like a light.
Saturday we all
went to Godfather's for pizza because none of us could face more Thanksgiving
leftovers. We spent quite a bit of time
trying to figure out whose house we could go to so we could have an orgy but no
one's house was empty and Rita was in Chicago so her pool house was out as
well. We decided to hang out in the
coffee shop so that we could go into the back rooms two at a time and
finger-fuck each other, that would have to be enough for now. Lisa was in back with Michelle so I was on
the Crying Couch with Ellie in my lap.
I played with her
long (now past her butt) black hair, "How's your first semester going?"
Ellie tweaked my
hard nipple through my shirt, "It's hard work.
It's weird being away from Mom and the Urchins, sometimes it's almost
too quiet."
"You fucking anyone?"
That got me a
nice, lounge-swirling kiss, "Not on a regular basis. My roommate is definitely straight so I don't
talk sex with her. I had a few flings
with guys after parties but I haven't met any girls that can match you or
Lisa." Here her pretty face got serious,
"She was a total bitch to all of us but I still miss Charlotte."
"Have you gone to
see Carrie?"
"No. I think that would be too weird."
When Lisa and
Michelle reappeared, I took Ellie by the hand and found a storeroom. I bent her over a table, pulled her tight
jeans down and buried my face between her tight butt-cheeks, pushing my tongue
up inside her while I slid a wet finger into her butt. I was going hard at it and it didn't take
long for her legs to be shaking and her juices to run down her thighs. She pulled my jeans down and had me sit on
her pretty face, I could see her big, brown eyes looking up at me as she
noisily licked my pussy. She held on
tight, keeping me from kicking over a chair or something like that. Our friends smiled knowingly when we returned
and I got another cup of tea.
Alecia was
finishing her first semester at Wilberforce University in Ohio. Her dad had gone to school there and she said
she was really enjoying it. "I really
like not being the only black girl in my classes," she told us. She was studying Mass Communications and, no
surprise, minoring in music. She did
tell us that one downside of going to a small school, Wilberforce only has 1200
students, was that it was hard to be in the closet and be sexually active at
the same time, so she was keeping her sexuality pretty much to herself. She said she had met a few nice guys but that
she really missed us girls. I was very
happy to learn that her mom and dad would be away at New Year's, they would
down in Alabama where her mom was from, and so she planned a party and she
quietly told us that, like Steph's party the year before, nudity would be
mandatory. Now I really had something to
look forward to.
Back at school
Sam was very excited to show us her truck.
Her dad had gotten it at a government auction in Marion and, she
explained to us, it had been owned by the Forest Service so it was painted
Forest Service green, a shade not too far off from green toothpaste. Sam didn't care, she was overjoyed to have
something to drive. It was a 1985 Ford
Ranger with a bench seat (so three people max, if the middle person was small),
her oldest brother Dan had found an aluminum shell to put on the bed to let her
protect things from the weather. Her dad
had also put a trailer hitch on it so she could pull Elanor's trailer with it
too. It just had an AM radio so she was
also very happy she had found a Pioneer system she could afford and that looked
like it would be easy to install. Once
that was in she would decide about new speakers in the doors, but one thing at
a time. I talked to Clarissa on the
phone and she said that while she would be out with her dad and Georgia at some
event, that she was definitely not excited for, in Springfield I was free to
use her garage. I had finally met her
dad and step-mom, her dad was a nice enough guy but he was totally dominated by
Georgia; true to Clarissa's description Georgia wasn't a nice woman. Lisa heard her make a comment under her
breath when she met me of "Great, another fucking fat girl" and it took all her
self-control not to punch her teeth down her throat. You do not mess with the Elf Queen.
Sam had also
started going to the QSA meetings with me.
After her warm welcome at the Halloween Ball, and after several
pleasurable nights with me and Lisa (separately and together) I think she had
decided she might like girls more than she had originally thought; Lisa was
sure Sam was now in the Lesbian Until Graduation cohort. Like me, Sam did not find herself attracted
to the really butch girls, but also like me she was attracted to big
girls. There was enough overlap with the
science fiction and fantasy club that she could always find some other girls to
talk to, many of them were totally enthralled with having a very passable Éowyn in their midst.
I enjoyed talking
to Shelly at the meetings, she had been riding motorcycles since she was too
young to do so legally and she really knew a lot. What piqued my interest was that she had
started doing motorcycle drag racing on an old Kawasaki H2 Triple; I eagerly
said "Yes" when she asked if I wanted to be part of her crew. The crew was almost all science nerds, as a
math person she was an outlier (that bit of math humor made her giggle) and
there were several girls on the crew as well.
The racing season would begin in the spring and she said I should bring
Lisa along, "To put Rebecca in a sharing mood," she added with a sly smile.
Sam was excited
when her radio arrived, she had carefully unpacked it and she was reading over
the instructions when I got home from class.
I sat beside her, looking over the mounting hardware and the
installation instructions. I told her how
Lisa and I were going to spend the weekend at Carissa's house and she was welcome
to stay with us and that was when she started blushing and giggling (hearing a
girl as big as Sam giggle is an odd experience).
"We can have fun
Friday night but," and here she paused, "I have a date Saturday night."
I hugged her and
kissed her hard, "Who is it?"
Sam was still
blushing, "Her name is Tracey and she grew up not far from where I'm from;
she's from Shawneetown, over on the Ohio river just
across from Kentucky. She has a horse
too and his name is Waldo. And yes, she
has had heard every single `Where's Waldo?' joke." Sam was smiling broadly. "I'm taking things slow, I don't want to
scare her off, but I hope we can all go out together sometime." She looked at me, quite serious now, "So no
talk of orgies just yet young lady!"
I got up and
curtsied (as best as I could remember how) as befitted a princess of Rohan,
"Yes Ma'am."
"Where are you
two going?"
"We're going to a
steak place over close to where the old railroad yards were, then we're going
to the campus theater to see Robin Hood."
"Me and Lisa have
seen that movie, the actress who plays Marion is very yummy."
"Yes, I
know." Sam had such a nice smile.
I picked up pizza
on the way over to Clarissa's empty house.
Sam re-told the plans for her date to Lisa. Lisa clapped her hands in front of her mouth
with joy, it was so adorable. She was
really excited at the thought of another lesbian couple that we could go do
things with, things that were more than just whirlwind group sex (not that she
was opposed to group sex).
Sam also told us
the tale of how her and Brenda, the other girl that was on the football team
with her, also wanted to try wrestling on the school team. "We got shot down hard for that. I guess playing football was O.K. because
with the helmets and the pads and all you couldn't really tell we were girls
but there would be no hiding our genders in wrestling singlets. We were disappointed, though my parents
certainly weren't, but we did try a little on our own. We wore shorts and sports bras and tried to
mimic the college wrestling we saw on TV.
I don't think there anything sexual on her end but I do remember getting
embarrassed when I would notice a wet spot on my shorts."
We went
downstairs to the exercise mat. Lisa had
announced she wanted to wrestle Sam and I was eager to finger myself while
watching them. Sam had several inches
and a good thirty pounds on Lisa but Lisa was really flexible and, as I could
attest, she was much stronger than she looked.
Her struggle would be to not give into her already apparent lust before
she had Sam pinned under her. As they
circled I was rubbing my pussy furiously, the sight of the breasts swaying as
they moved had me in a frenzy. Lisa knew
the only way she could beat Sam would be to get her in between those strong
legs and squeeze, hoping that the pressure (and the sexual desire) would weaken
my sexy suitemate. Lisa was not holding
back on getting rough and I could see both her and Sam were enjoying it. Sam actually got Lisa off her feet and
slammed her down on the mat before dropping her big, gorgeous, nude body on top
of my sweetie. Lisa responded by
grabbing at Sam's pussy, digging her fingers in hard and making Sam's brown
eyes go wide. After several minutes of
rolling on the mat Lisa got Sam's head between her deadly thighs and started to
squeeze her neck, all the while pulling on her hair. Sam continued to struggle but her face was
turning quite red and finally she slapped the mat in submission.
Lisa wasted no
time, like a flash she released Sam and was up on her, sitting on her cute
face, fingers buried in her hair, moaning and jerking as Sam licked her
pussy. Lisa was really cranked up
because her orgasm came fast and it came very wet. Sam's hair was drenched and she was lying in
a puddle on the mat. I crawled over
between Sam's legs, spread them wide, and then moved in to lick her wet, pink
pussy; Sam's bush was soaking wet as well.
Lisa kept riding Sam's face as Sam kept sucking on Lisa's swollen clit.
Lisa and Sam took
a nice shower together, they were both pretty sticky, while I waited in the
bedroom. I was in the bed when they
came in, "Did you ask her baby?"
Lisa smiled, "I
did and she's interested." Lisa was
talking about our dildo; just like me and Lisa, Sam had never had a cock inside
of her (she admitted to a few hand-jobs and one brief and very messy blowjob)
and she was curious how it felt. The two
of them had talked about it in the shower and Sam wanted to be on top; she
watched with obvious lust as I worked the dildo up inside my pussy. I laid there on my back, a purple plastic
cock emerging from my brown bush. She
straddled me and lowered herself down, the purple shaft disappearing inside
her. I was holding her hip but I didn't
get to watch for very long since Lisa decided to sit on my face (Poor me!) so
my tongue could go to work on her pussy.
It took a while
but I felt Sam's body jerk several times as she reached orgasm once again. She and Lisa got off of me, finally letting
me catch my breath (Having two big girls on top of you is hard work!). I pulled Sam close to me and kissed her for a
while, "How was it baby?"
"It was
strange. I mean, it felt good, but it
didn't feel real. It didn't feel nearly
as good as having your tongue or Lisa's fingers inside me."
I stroked her
hair, "I feel the same way, it's just not the same as having a real girl fuck
me. I think that it's part of my just
not feeling any attraction to guys. But
you know, just to be thorough, we should see if you like it up in your butt."
"O.K. let's try
it. I certainly like it when you girls
put your fingers up my butt." Sam rolled
on her stomach, her nice muscular ass raised a little. Lisa applied a generous amount of lib to her
tight hole and to the dildo before I began slowly pushing it in. Sam made a low-pitched "Ooooooo"
sound as it slid inside her, Lisa was watching all this with three fingers up
inside her pussy. I began pumping in and
out, slowly at first, but picking up speed.
I was also playing with Sam's pussy from behind and it was some
combination of these things that put her over the top. Her big body jerked three times and her pussy
erupted, small compared to Lisa but still enough to wet down the towels under
us (we were doing our best to avoid having to wash the sheets). I pulled out, mesmerized by the sight of her
butthole opening and closing.
I rolled her
over, sitting on her belly so I could pinch her nipples, "Was that more fun?"
"I liked it, but
I kept feeling like I needed to poop. It
was a better orgasm than when you did my pussy though."
Sam went to one
of the other bedrooms, "It's nothing against you girls, but three of us in one
bed is kind of crowded and I want to be nice and rested for tomorrow." We both kissed her good night and Lisa
snuggled up against me, her warm butt on my bush.
Lisa went and got
donuts in the morning, we all love fried bread, while I set up in the garage
with Sam helping me. Sam definitely
approved of my insistence on proper lighting and she also knew her way around a
toolbox (I liked having another sexy tomboy to hang out with); I could
definitely get used to having two sexy assistants. Once I got to work both girls knew to stay
out of my way, when I'm in the electrical zone I'm not much of a conversationalist;
we had grabbed Clarissa's portable CD player so that we could listen to Social Distortion (their break-out
album) as I worked. The Ranger was
certainly easier to work with than Rita's little Miata had been or even Alcyone
(Lisa's Subaru) and it took me a bit over an hour to get everything hooked up.
We took the truck
out for a test run, Lisa was quite cozy in the middle of the seat, with my
usual test-tape of Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song. Sam and I agreed the stock speakers were not
really up to the task and that sometime before we left school in May I would
need to install some better ones but Sam was happy. Her musical tastes ran more toward country
but she did admit to liking Social Distortion's punk and rockabilly sound.
After cleaning up
the house Lisa and I went to see a movie too.
I had heard good things about the film Casino and I was intrigued, partially because of the stories Dad
and Granddad told about Mr. Graff and his law firm and their purported
involvement with the Chicago Outfit.
Lee's dad was a huge fan of Martin Scorsese's work and he had
recommended me going to see it too. It
was a long movie, almost three hours, and I am sure I missed something when I
just had to go pee, but it was a fascinating story and it ensured that Las
Vegas made it on to the list of places we had to visit someday (Las Vegas is no
fun if you aren't 21 yet). We also both
agreed the Sharon Stone was quite yummy.
I liked the movie enough that I checked out Nicholas Pileggi's
book that the movie was based on from the library.
After the movie
we went for dinner at what passed for Mexican food in much of the Midwest at
the time, Chi-Chi's. It wasn't that good
but it was what we could get, I used lots of hot sauce on my chimichanga. Back in my room we were watching Babylon 5 and waiting to interrogate Sam
about her date. This week's episode,
"Passing Through Gethsemane" really affected Lisa with its parallels to the
Passion story. I knew the basics of the
Bible story, and the death of Brother Edward was certainly moving, but it had
Lisa weeping hard.
Lisa was laying
across my lap and she looked up at me, "I wonder if I could be that brave."
I stroked her
hair, "I think you are totally brave and we both know some really brave
people. People like Rhonda, Sidney,
Katherine, Jeanine, Owen, Dennis, and Ben and Ron. You have a well of courage to match anyone I
have ever met I will never doubt you."
"Thank you baby." She was
kissing me when Sam came in through the door.
Her smile and the
dreamy look in her eyes told us a lot.
"We had a lot of fun. We talked a
lot, it's weird that we grew up so close together but never ran into each
other. I think I might have seen her at
a horse show at some point but I just don't remember. I dropped her off at her room, she has a
single in the big dorm tower, and she stood on a footstool to kiss me
goodnight. I think I may have a
girlfriend!"
"Good for
you! Are you going to see her again?"
Lisa was always so cute when she was excited.
Sam's smile was
huge, "Yeah. We're going to meet up over
Christmas break, she only lives 40 miles away from me."
And that's how my
third semester in college ended, it was a happy time, and now I was really
looking forward to New Year's Eve.
Even being on the
fringe of relationship drama was utterly exhausting and Amber did recover but
it was quite a blow to her ego but I doubt her ex ever found someone as hot as
her ever again. Sam was practically
giddy about meeting a nice girl and we were really happy for her. Christmas break will really descend into
sexually depravity. I love hearing from
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