College Days 2002

College Days

by PostSript56

In college it's practically mandatory to explore your newly acquired independence; to experience new things and expand your sexual horizons. Regarding this, every college girl's bucket list includes fucking a big dick; and all of those include fucking a big black one. I should know. I was the check for that box (pun intended) on a regular basis - even before I officially attended my first class.

As it so happened, I was recruited for the basketball team and, wanting to meet with the coaches one-on-one, asked permission to report before freshman orientation started. They liked that.

As fate would have it, the senior student in charge of my freshman group's orientation, a top -of-the-class, double major (english&econ) go-getter type, was on campus for the summer. We were introduced. Her name was Marion - the very hot, very unattainable, very engaged, and soon to be married, Marion.

She was in temporary housing right near me, and with that opportunity, I pulled out all the stops to get her to find me charming and irresistible.

The first few days I was there I made sure we "bumped" into each other frequently. I charmed her enough that she actually called on me the next day to get breakfast. Being involved in a lot of orientation programs, she knew the staff there by name. She introduced me explaining who could help me with what. I came off as one of her "lost lambs" which, subconsciously or not, would justify our time together.

From our conversations I learned she met her fiance, Jack, when she was a freshman and he was a senior. He was the featured student speaker at an incoming honor student function she attended. They lived together until that Spring when his job required him to go overseas for 6 months. They were to marry on his return. In the meantime she moved back on campus to save money and had gotten to like me very much. I was, in her words, "funny and refreshing".

Marion wasn't the first to appreciate those qualities. My teachers always told me I was very intelligent and they enjoyed my humorous comments even when I disrupted class. Looking back I realize they really cared about me. I can't count how many times a teacher implored me to get serious and work up to my potential. Regardless, during the first half of my high school career I blew them off.

Though I didn't care much about school, I realized without a high school diploma I was screwed.

In my Junior year I put the pedal to the metal. I also took 3 classes in summer school to make up for my lack of credits and, because of my high grades and city test scores, was permitted to take enough classes to graduate in my senior year.

Because of my bad start my G.P.A. was average but a street-wise coach from the university saw me play...and that's why I was talking to Marion.

I didn't specifically know what she meant by "refreshing" but I knew it meant she was "interested".

For all of her supposed desire to get married, Marion spoke of it in a less than ardent manner. She didn't much mention, love, children, or security, but, when she did, she repeated them like a mantra, not a passion. The thing she mentioned most was not having to deal with the dating scene, which I concluded, meant not having to shift through the chaff of assholes and frat boys to get laid regularly. I didn't know her very long, but, to me, it seemed obvious she had doubts about leaving singlehood behind.

I figured I'd find out for sure.

Shortly after, we were walking back from the cafeteria after dinner and I asked Marion to look at my dorm room. I told her I didn't like the set up. Actually, I didn't. Really. It was small with not much in it and I was thinking of moving a bureau and the 2 beds before my roommate came. I just didn't know where. She was happy to help.

"I was thinking of moving my bed here or here and the bureau there or there. What do you think?"

She went to the middle of the room for perspective and looked around; sight measuring the bureau, beds, and walls. I just watched her ass; nicely rounded and tight. I found out once school started it was well coveted on campus. She caught me looking. I could read women. What I got wasn't a red light, wasn't even a yellow light, it was a green light.

"Well, I think you could put the bureau more over there..." she tapped to get me to look where she was pointing, not where I was looking, and kept her hand on my shoulder, "... and that way you could put your bed here so that when you're lying in bed you have a view out the window."

I got on the bed and, on my knees, looked out the window, "You're right."

Marion was by then used to my occasional (I tried to keep it in check around her) crude talk and behavior. I can be crude but I'm endearing.

I started humping an imaginary pussy and grinned at her, "Perfect view to share with a bitch when fucking."

"How romantic." She stepped to the bureau, "I'll get this side, you get the other."

I got off the bed and walked over. "What are you doing?"

"What?"

I reached over her shoulders and picked her hands off the bureau, "Please. I got this."

She broke from my light grip. "No really."

I reached over her shoulders again and, this time, grabbed her wrists firmly, "Please."

She squirmed as I pulled her arms up and, in doing so, her ass pressed hard against my cock. I walked her a few steps away and, with my cock at the crack of her ass, felt her weight shift back on it.

She straightened herself after a quick, curious look at what she backed into, and said with faux indignation, "Ok, Mr. Muscles do it yourself."

I shuffled the bureau over, "So are you gonna miss this place in June?" I could see Marion was loosened.

"Actually, I'll graduate in January and get married in May but, yeah, I'll miss this place. I met some people who became good friends that I'll stay in touch with and then again, some others I'll be happy to forget."

"Old boyfriends?"

"No. I've been with Jack exclusively since freshman year."

"C'mon nowww...no one night stands?"

She shook her head blithely, "Nope."

She didn't seem to mind my line of questioning. "And you're gonna marry him in 9 months?"

"Yep." She seemed a little wistful.

"Are you pregnant?"

She sputtered, "Pfffft, no,no,no."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Please!"

"He's the only guy you've slept with?"

"No."

We moved what was to be my roommate's bed to its new position.

"So, you must have been pretty wild when you were young, huh? With your looks? Shiiiit, you probably had every man you wanted. Let me guess...you gave it up in 8th grade to some Arab Sheik and travelled the world breakin' hearts until you started college."

She laughed, "Not quite. Just two boyfriends in high school."

"Then you don't have much time."

"For what?"

"Well, I'm just saying,...If I was a girl? I'd definitely try a few different dicks before I fucked the same old one the rest of my life."

Marion burst out laughing.

I continued, "Then again there's always swinging."

"Yeah," Marion said with the remnant of a laugh, "there's always swinging. And what about you? When did you lose it?"

"Twelve."

"Twelve?!"

"Yeah, with one of my sister's friends."

"Did you make it a habit of sleeping with your sister's friends?" She noticed my cock pressing against my pants.

"Yeah, mostly when I was young. It's different now, but they still drop by for a tune up."

Marion's comment was carried on a giggle, "A tune up?"

I pushed my bed a little here and a little there trying to get it into desired alignment.

"Yeah, everybody needs a tune up now and then," I said as I finalized my bed's position.

"Tune ups are needed." she said with exaggerated agreement. She shot another glance at my cock.

Marion sat down on my bed and looked around. She had one knee over the other flicking her leg out and pumping. She gave me a polite smile as I sat down next to her. She knew what was going to happen. I knew what was going to happen. And she knew, that I knew, she wanted it to happen. I smiled back politely and watched her pump her leg. I let her marinate.

"Yeah, this'll work out nicely." I said to the air, looking around nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it looks a lot better." She looked around as well and then back at me with that same polite smile pumping her leg.

I watched the leg..."fuckme.fuckme."

I looked her up and down, "Yeah, it's looking a lot better around here."

She gave me a "once-over" in return, licked her lips, and cocked her head. She smiled suggestively, "I agree," and raised her eyebrows encouragingly.

Marion was a strong, assertive woman so I didn't know exactly why she didn't make the first move. I knew she was a rules follower so I figured maybe with being engaged and all, getting seduced was more justifiable. Or, maybe she felt she had a certain standard as my "freshman advisor" not to cross that line. Or maybe she was just used to the guy taking the lead - I mean she was out of the loop of casual sex, AND, never been with a black guy. So, I could understand how one of those reasons, some of those reasons, or all of those reasons caused her hesitancy.

So the first move was on me...

As a person? I liked Marion a lot. As a female? I would give her a 9 just because no one's perfect. And the way she was looking now?...whew!

"You know..." I pointed, "when a woman pumps her leg like that, it theoretically means she needs to get laid."

Is that right?"

"Without a doubt."

"Do you think I need to get laid?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know, you're the one with the theories."

"True. But what I do know is that some women, though they want to, won't because theoretically that might make them a 'ho'. Which is wrong."

"Why is that?"

"Because a 'ho' is just an honest woman who likes to fuck. She doesn't care about labels. I respect that. In fact some of my best friends are ho's. They are always good in bed. They're not hung up about it and they tell you what they want. I like that. I like to give a woman what she wants - never failed yet. If I was a woman I'd be a "ho". Instead, I'm a stud. Studs and ho's are great together. They create...'orgasmic fireworks' "

Marion continued to pump her leg and answered drolly, "I never knew that. Are 'orgasmic fireworks' only possible between studs and ho's? Or can a non-ho woman have that too? Or must a non-ho woman become a ho?"

"That's a good question. Let me tell you a little something...a part of all women is about being a ho. Lots of plain women in glasses and pearls waste their husbands in bed. That's cause they acknowledge their inner-ho. Any woman who suppresses her inner-ho is lousy in bed. It's all a matter of degree. When a woman completely embraces her inner-ho, she is free...and happy. She fucks when she wants with anyone she wants and knows other people's opinions are only tools of suppression."

"That's quite a... philosophy?"

"Philosophy. Opinion. Whatever."

"You seem to have a, shall we say, 'sophisticated' opinion for someone so young."

"I been around. I had mentors. I listen. I see. I take things in. I like to find out what's true; what works. You know, maximize pleasure. I like to think of myself as a 'doctor of love'." I raised my hands and shrugged, "Of course it involves constant research."

"Of course.", she smirked with sarcastic support.

"Obviously you've had some experience in my field of study."

" I have." Her smile was still suggestive and inviting...pump, pump, "fuckme" pump "fuckme"...

From her legs I scanned up slowly to her expectant, green, eyes.

"It's always refreshing to talk with someone who has an interest in my field. Although I speak of myself as a doctor, I must confess, my degree is honorary in nature."

"Honorary, huh?"

"Yes, given to me by appreciative women."

"Appreciative..." Marion nodded and smiled with exaggerated interest, "...I see."...fuckme.pumpme.fuckme.

"Yes, appreciative." I leaned to look down her blouse.

"Do you see something of interest...doctor?"...pumpme.fuck.fuckme.pump.

"Yes, but I'll need a better look." I hooked a finger in her blouse and pulled it away slowly. They were beautiful. "Interesting...," I raised my head and looked into her eyes, "two of the most beautiful specimens I've ever come across in my studies."

She smiled, "Really?" PUMP, FUCK ME, PUMP...

"Yes." I looked back down her blouse. "In my expert opinion, these treasures lie above a cavern of wondrous pleasures, the depths of which I must plumb for the sake of science." I looked back into her eyes, " I'm very good at plumbing."

Marion was unfazed, "I bet."...PUMP,FUCKME!, PUMP, FUCKME!FUCKME!

"If I'm right, and I'm never wrong, you will be the vehicle for a monumental breakthrough in biological science."

As I said this my hands traced down her neck, along her blouse and circled both nipples. They stiffened and she arched her head back offering them up.

"I love science," she moaned.

I massaged her tits and worked her nipples and when I caressed the inside of her thigh Marion slowly spread her legs. I softly touched her auburn hair then combed it back, enjoying its texture as it spun through my fingers. "Close your eyes."

She closed them tight.

I unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down to her wrists, kissing the contours of her tits through her sheer bra. I scooped out both tits and let them hang over her bra, it gave her just the right touch of sluttyness.

Though large, Marion's tits sagged only slightly and her aroused nipples demanded attention. They were long. I sucked one into my mouth and secured it with my teeth. Marion leaned back against the mattress and pulled me to her breasts. She fed her tits to me and moaned encouragement as I sucked, bit, and pinched her prominent nipples. I wasn't sure at first but as I progressed down that avenue I saw how she reveled in their abuse. I could see what she needed and indulged her submissive side, realizing her pent up sexual need required she be taken roughly.

I pinned her arms above her head and once done with her tits kissed my way aggressively down. Her satisfied moans reverberated through my lips and intensified with my sucking kisses and the teething scrapes down her stomach. I rested my chin on her navel, "Does your carpet match your curtains?"

Her confused, frustrated face peeked over nipple topped mountains. "What?"

"Are your pubes auburn too?"

Her face disappeared and her stomach rippled with suppressed laughter. Her bent arms pulsed over the unseen hands that muffled her laugh. She took a while to respond. Sounding distant and barely controlled, she said, "Yes, but I shave."

I rose up on my knees and, with my hands paused at the top button of her shorts, said, "I do not doubt your veracity, but the demands of my research require proper validation." I unzipped her shorts, "Remember - 'Trust But Verify'."

Her smiling face peeked over her tits and, breathlessly in tune with her deepening breaths, said, "Yes, verify. Please! ", Her head went back as she emphasized with great distinction, "... as much as you want!"

I pulled her shorts off along with her thong. Marion lifted her ass in compliance.

I gave a preliminary lick of her clit, spread her legs and dove in.

I love the sharp tang of pussy and Marion's was extremely tasty. She was as meticulous about vaginal health and cleanliness as you'd expect from a compulsive and driven alpha female. I dragged my tongue the length and breadth of her pussy, licking every inch; stabbing her tangy, juicy pussy. Marion was thrusting like a bronc and pulling my face to her cunt. When I finally sucked her clit between compressed lips I coaxed it with my tongue and Marion sparked from neural firings; jerking in continuous and unexpected rhythms,

"...oh,God...GGGODDDD!...I,I,I'mmCUMMING!!!..I'MCUMMMING!!!,AAHHHH!!AAAHHHH!!!"

I rose again to my knees and wiped my dripping chin.

It took quite awhile before Marion calmed and then she propped to her elbows slowly. Her hair was mussed. A few strands adhered to her cheeks, and others, statically charged, balanced in the air.

Her tits were proud as a fighter. Unbowed but marked. Her nipples were swollen and deeply red, chromatically in tune with the other sweet inflictions of her body. The beginning of a hickey was evident.

I smiled, "My findings indicate you enjoy cunnilingus."

"Told you." she said somewhat distracted.

"No, you didn't."

"I didn't?" Her cheeks puffed out and when she expelled her breath, said softly, "Sorry, happiness is clouding my brain."

"That happens."

She smiled back, "Yes it does," she air kissed weakly, "Thank you." She patted down her hair with alternating hands, rocking on each before settling back on both elbows. She looked at me with satisfied awe and slowly shook her head, "You have a magic tongue."

"You have a tasty pussy."

"Thank you," she said with a smile, "You can taste it anytime you want."

I pushed off her open legs and rose to my feet.

Marion sat up and stretched, making faces as she arched and twisted. Her full, firm tits bounced and swayed tightly with each move and then she ended with a playful, enticing shake of them and smiled, "There. That's better."

I stripped down.

She watched me kick off my shorts and got her first real look at my cock. "My God!"

"This is my assistant 'Mr. Cock' and for research purposes we'll need to see how much of him fits in your mouth."

Marion took my dick cautiously in her hands, feeling it's heft and size. "Pleased to meet you 'Mr. Cock'".

As if it was a newly acquired pet, Marion looked intently at it, tracing the contours of its engorged veins, and tested its firmness with a squeeze. With awe and expectant pleasure, she looked up, "I'm gonna have to start slow."

"No rush."

Marion stroked, licked and kissed my cock. She looked up with an expression of thankful bounty. Finally her slick lips stretched over the head and settled in the groove behind it. That was all she took for awhile and her hand stroked and oiled my cock with the drool from her mouth. As she did, her tongue provided a soft bed which pressed and relaxed and stimulated me in spite of the tight quarters. She pressed for another inch and bobbed slow and deliberate.

My dick was slick with her drool and, like a tire through a thin puddle, sprayed slightly with each stroke of her hand. On the floor directly beneath her mouth tiny splashes announced the arrival of the drips from her chin. She was game. She was working almost half my cock down her throat. It was a rare girl that took more than that. I was impressed.

"Look at me, baby."

Marion looked up at me through watery eyes. She was quite a sight with my big, black cock in her mouth. Beautiful. I never get tired of it. She struggled with what was in her mouth and stopped and stroked the rest in compensation. I cupped the back of her head and helped her take slightly more. Holding her head at the new extreme, I felt her struggle and settle around my cock. We stayed like that, with her warm lips sealed around my cock.

After awhile her tongue adjusted and I felt the pull at the back of her throat as she took a swallow. She was fighting her gag reflex and shortly, with a gasp, she pulled out for air.

"I'm sorry." she said apologetically. She wiped her wet hand repeatedly on her thigh, took a breath and wiped her mouth. "I actually love giving blowjobs..." She smiled weakly brushing at her watery eyes... "I really do." Quietly snorting her runny nose, Marion continued, "... and I love when a guy, by the way, you'll be the 4th,..." she wiped her cheek and brushed back her hair, "...cums in my mouth. Right now I need a break."

Marion massaged the hinges of her jaw; opening and closing her mouth. She looked at me and shook her head with a tinge of disappointment; the look of someone bested at her own game. "You're VERY big."