Ned watched from his usual station. At mid-afternoon, he always lingered on the tree shaded bench in front of the women's dormitory. It was a perfect spot to view the parade of "his" young ladies as they strolled back from the summer school classes. He would watch them stride toward him from the main campus via the long sloping sidewalk. He admired the bounce in their stride, their long loose tresses fluffed by a puff of wind, the toe to heel model stride sashaying their hips. They paraded past him, dressed in their flirty summer fashions, abiding his blatant public ogling.
The girls turned away in front of him, mounting the dormitory front steps. Nearing their safe haven, they skipped quickly up the wide granite treads, flappy skirts exposing cheeky under-views or spandex tights flaunting pert rippling butts. A coy peek over the shoulder as they passed through the doors showed Ned their tacit approval of his daily scrutiny. Each girl wondered which exquisite vixen Ned envisioned fucking today. It was always his exclusive choice but each hoped he was tempted to take her this time.
Ned was the resident house master and head trainer for this Total Woman Academy Special Education dormitory. These upper-class coeds had competed and won the opportunity to attend his advanced semester away from the main TWA facilities. In addition to scholarly courses at the nearby prestigious university, they received special poise training under Ned.
In recompense, they acted as convert recruiters among their on-campus acquaintances, chatting up eye-catching coeds worthy to be offered scholarships to TWA. Their surreptitious nominations would be validated by a selection committee of pledge contributors. And then, prior to offers of TWA enrollment, the female candidates would be vetted by Total Woman Security.
The four story dormitory held two floors of individual rooms occupied by the 20 coeds. The large common room, security desk and offices filled the ground floor. The full floor penthouse suite was exclusively for Ned.
Ned watched the finale of the subtle risqué show. A lithe redhead wore her long straight hair in a ponytail that swung in time with her high heeled stride; the motion of her legs, hair and hips setting a sexy tempo as she walked past Ned. He liked the look. Her hips implied the same rhythmic beat that had writhed beneath Ned's thrusting erection several times this summer.
The alpha male in Ned gloated over his exclusive access to these prime specimens of female flesh and fortitude. He knew the local college boys tried for dates with the beauties but were politely and firmly rebuffed. He assumed they assuaged their frustration with their hands or the second tier females freely available among the campus crowd.
The last girl to return was the tall brunette who wore hip-hugging yoga pants and a stretchy white athletic top, purposely boasting of the smooth sweep and tone of her body's curves. The showcase look was fantastic as Ned watched her climb the steps; her ass undulating its invitation to follow.
Ned's summer charges had all safely returned to his sanctuary. It was time for his decision and duty. The semester was nearly ended. Over the last eight weeks, Ned had met his minimal responsibility of two heavy-duty fuck trainings with each of his twenty assignees. This remaining week was his opportunity to simply enjoy the intimate company of his favorite coeds in a more relaxed and playful atmosphere.
Ned took a moment to contemplate today's possibilities. He mulled each offering, paying attention to whether any of today's visions had twitched his dick. One image shot a quick swelling to his groin. With his cock making the decision, Ned strolled inside the dorm to consummate his carnal craving.
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Ned slid his key card and entered her dorm room unannounced. As resident trainer, he had unfettered access to every room and its inhabitant. The coed turned as the door opened and paused to face her impromptu visitor. Ned closed the door and plopped into the dorm room side chair.
Candy was in the middle of changing out of her schoolgirl uniform into more comfortable dormitory attire. Her white blouse was unbuttoned, hanging open over her smooth white demi-bra and draping the waistband of the short plaid skirt. Her white knee socks and patent saddle shoes covered the rest of her lower extremities. Her blonde wavy hair was caught into traditional side pony tails. She stood stoic, waiting Ned's next move.
"Please continue" said Ned, his hand giving a dismissive backhand wave.
Candy obediently swept the blouse over her shoulders and it slid down her arms to the floor. She picked at the front bra clasp, popping it open to expose her tits. The brassiere joined the discarded clothing pile. She leaned forward as she slid down her plaid skirt, skimming her panties along with it. She stood attentively, mostly naked, as Ned silently examined the disrobed young woman.
Her face was fresh and youthful. Her nipples were plush and pointy on well-formed breasts. The hollow of her belly button was centered on toned abs, resting above good hips and a plump little pussy half hidden between fleshy thighs.
Ned rose and dropped his shorts. His cock was elongated but not quite stiff, certainly not erect. Both understood that it was Candy's duty to remedy that and get Ned ready for fucking.
Candy knelt and Ned stepped forward to feed her his penis. She took him in and bobbed her lips along the shaft, tonguing him as much as possible, achieving an acceptable bulkiness. Her initial duty accomplished, Ned lifted her face off his cock and pressed her backwards onto the double bed, an unusual feature for a college dormitory room but obviously warranted for a TWA training facility.
Candy's butt was on the sheeted mattress, her legs hanging over the edge, her feet reaching the floor. Ned stepped between her spread thighs and aligned the genital juncture. He lifted her ankles and she crossed her saddle-shoed feet behind his ass. He leaned forward, bracing his hands either side of Candy's torso. She reached up and drew his face to hers, engaging him in a smoldering kiss. Her hands stroked his ears and neck as her lips and tongue caressed his mouth.
During one deep suction, Ned thrust his hips forward and buried his cock halfway up Candy's cunt. Her moan was stifled by his tongue filling her mouth.
Releasing her lips, Ned grunted as he jammed his manhood all the way in. Candy's uncovered mouth cried in ecstasy. Ned waited out her impulsive orgasm. Somewhat recovered, her hips wriggled, begging Ned to stroke her long and deep. He obliged. A few more of the desired thrusts brought on another feminine spasm. A pause, more probes and then another.
Her cunt was soaked with dew, her body wet with perspiration from the workout. Ned liked the way her breasts rocked after each hard bump against her pubis. When he rested in place, Candy whimpered for him to continue. She rolled her hips and pleaded in a little girl voice for more. Ned dictated the pace, tempering his urge to ejaculate, empowering her recurring orgasms. He fueled her desires.
Ned couldn't hold out forever. He finally arched his back and spewed his essence into her grotto, his hips shuddering with the power of his release. He collapsed on Candy's warm wet body, moaning as he rolled sideways, flinging his arm over his eyes in a classic pose of exhaustion.
Later, cuddling in the afterglow, naked Candy was lazily running a fingertip through Ned's sweaty chest hair, poking gently at his bellybutton, teasing his nipples and nipping his earlobes. She wanted to run her fingertip along his flaccid cock but hesitated without his explicit invitation.
