Quad Couplings
By Magda McKune
Part One
CHAPTER 1
I reclined on the bed in my dorm room as my boyfriend Brad Dickson sat at the small wooden desk and helped me with my college homework. Brad wasn't really my boyfriend; he was simply a boy who was my friend. We had known each other since grade school. Brad Dickson and Darcy Dewitt. Our names were close in sequence so we often sat next to each other in home room. He was cute then, but he had become very handsome now that we were both grown and attending college. Brad was five eleven with short wavy black hair and a lean muscular build. Not that it made any difference to me. Brad knew I was a lesbian and madly in love with my roommate Julie Hayes.
My parents didn't know I was gay. They didn't know I had any type of sexual relations whatsoever. I think they preferred to remain blissfully ignorant when it came to their little girl's personal affairs. I couldn't blame them for believing I was still sweet and innocent. I rarely went out on dates when I was growing up, except for a couple movies with boys and to the prom. I didn't demonstrate any tendencies of promiscuity or even swearing around them, for that matter. It was after I went to college that I became interested in sex and drinking and using profanity. Not too much to make me a wild girl, but more as an expression of my newly-found freedom, now that I was off to school and on my own. I would remain the sweet innocent child around my parents, but enjoy sex and self-expression at school.
My figure was what boys would refer to as "stacked". My body began to develop its voluptuous contours throughout high school. With my stunning red hair color and hourglass figure, I was a real knockout. Maybe that's why my parents held onto the hope that I was still a pure unsoiled virgin. With a dynamite figure like mine, I could have easily become a wild and wanton little tart.
It was only three weeks into the fall semester and already I was having trouble with my economics class. Brad was not only the most patient man in the world but also a friggin' genius. The fellow always made straight A's in every class. But he was always humble about it. Not that he ever needed good grades. His family was filthy rich and he always knew he would take over his father's company after he graduated or perhaps even start a company of his own. A college diploma was merely a formality.
I stared at the formulas for calculating currency exchange rates and twirled a lock of my long wavy blood red hair in my fingers. Economics was like a foreign language to me. I shifted the book in my lap to see it better over my 36 inch bust. Sometimes having big tits was a drawback, not that my lady lover would ever complain. Julie loved groping and fondling and sucking on my full melons.
My roommate Julie Hayes sauntered into the room. She was a short skinny black chick with petite boobs and a sexy tight butt. Her long wavy black hair hung several inches below her shoulders. Julie was tiny and scrappy but I loved her dearly. She and I were put in the same dorm room together my first year at college and we became great friends from the start. Soon after we became lovers. Julie was a lesbian since she was twelve and I was still a virgin when met her. I lost my virginity to her one night after too many tequila shooters and my lover wanted to fuck me with a strap-on rubber dick. I didn't regret offering my virginity to her. The girl became my first and only lover. Three years later we were still together. We always made sure we got each other as roommates in the dorm rooms. Brad always stayed close by to us as well, helping Julie and I through our classes and generally making sure the other guys wouldn't hit on us. None of us actually came out and said that Brad and I were a couple. It was simply understood by the way he watched over Julie and me. Plus the fact that my roommate and I didn't publically advertise that we were lovers. Everyone naturally assumed that the hot sexy redhead was getting tapped by someone, and the resident college genius was the most likely choice. So Julie and I were generally left alone. The other students knew Brad was a brain -- especially the jocks -- and relied on him to make sure they passed their classes and graduated. They didn't want to mess up a free tutor by making a play for his girl or even her cute black roommate.
"Hey Bradster!" Julie smiled brightly, patting him on the shoulder. "How's it hanging?"
Brad smiled amiably at the girl. "Hello Julie." Brad was usually quiet and reserved around my friend. I wasn't sure if it was because he knew she was my lover or because he didn't know how to take her. Julie was a straight-talking black girl who always spoke what was on her mind. If she thought you were full of shit she would tell you so. The man rose to stand and gathered up his books. "I should be going," he murmured awkwardly. "Darcy, let me know if you still need help with the class."
"I'm sure I will."
Julie closed the door behind him. "I don't know if that boy is afraid of me or madly in love with me."
"Perhaps a little of both."
She crossed to me and sat on my bed. "Do you think I scare him?"
"No. Brad is just shy. Don't take it personally. The guy really does like you, Julie. He told me lots of times how much he enjoys being around you."
"Then how come he made a beeline for the door the moment I came in?"
"Maybe he knows we want to be alone." I draped my arms around her neck and gave her a long kiss on the mouth. "And make love. Brad is very intuitive about such things."
"Smart man." Julie groped my big tits in her palms and suckled her lips under my jaw. "Just so long as you don't go getting a sweet tooth for that boy's cock."
"Don't worry about Brad. He's been my dear friend for years. We went to the senior prom together and he didn't even kiss me. I think Brad is afraid of girls in general. I don't think he's gay, though. I catch his eyes peeking at my chest from time to time. He's a nice guy, but he would be too shy to ever make a move on me. Besides, I doubt he even thinks about me in that way."
"Girl, I guarantee that man thinks about you that way. How could he not? You got a body that would give the Pope a raging hard-on."
"You're being sweet." I groped her butt as she kissed my neck and squeezed my boobs. "You're also being very sexy. I have the distinct impression you want to make love."
"Gosh, whatever gave you that idea?" Julie leaned closer and met my lips in a long passionate kiss. "Talking about your boyfriend's nice big cock makes me horny."
"It doesn't take much to make you horny."
"Not when it comes to you." Julie leered at me and began to unbutton my blouse. "Speaking of nice big cocks, how about I get my toy out of the closet? I haven't fucked you with my big dick in a couple of weeks."
I leered at her and slipped my fingers under her waistband to grope her butt. "Honey, you know how much I love it when you strap on that big hard dick and fuck my pretty pink pussy."
Julie crushed her mouth to mine. "I love fucking you, baby."
"Oh yes, I want you to do me right now."
"You got it, girl!"
I removed my clothes and lay naked on my back atop my bed as Julie rummaged in the closet for her strap-on tool. "You were my first lover," I grinned lustfully. "As I recall, you took my virginity with that phony phallus of yours."
Julie dropped her skirt and stepped her legs into the straps. "Do you regret it?"
"Not for a single minute. You are my first and only lover. You never have to worry about Brad and me getting it on so long as you continue to satisfy this lusty lady."
My lover crawled onto the mattress on her knees. She looked so strange with the pink rubber dick standing straight out from her black snatch. Julie stroked her fingertips over my scarlet pubic bush. "Damn, you are one sexy lady!"
"One horny lady, that's for sure." I reached up and fondled her petite tits in my fingers. "Give me that nice hard cock, lover girl!"
"I have to make sure this lady's hot and wet first." Julie pressed her mouth to my cunt and probed the delicate pink folds with her tongue. "Mmmm, yes," she growled lustfully. "You taste delicious."
"Oh yeah," I sighed with contentment. I dug my fingers through her long black tresses as she licked and lapped the delicate folds of my pink pussy. Damn, that girl was one fantastic lover. "God, what you do to me!" I gripped her head and pulled her face tighter to my snatch. "Lick that hot wet cunt!" Julie lapped me into an erotic frenzy. I writhed atop the bed as she probed her tongue about my moist slit. "Please baby," I whimpered pitifully. "You're torturing me."
Julie rose up and crawled on her hands and knees up my body. "I do believe this girl is ready now."
"I do believe you are right." I reached down between my legs and guided her rubber dick into my waiting snatch. The shaft eased in gradually, the head lubricated by my flowing pussy juice. "Oh fuck yes," I rasped as she filled me with the latex dick. "God, that feels so good."
Julie clamped her hands on my shoulders and slowly established a steady stroke in and out. She pressed in an inch at a time, giving me a little bit more with every penetration. My lover stared down at me as she began to drive in and out of my seeping cunt. "You are so fucking beautiful, Darcy."
"And you are so sexy." I caressed my hands over her smooth dark flesh. "Now I remember why I fell in love with you."
