For the next eight weeks, I sucked Henry's cock as our desires and schedules permitted. Sometimes I would just throw on some panties, a slip, and some makeup and gulp his tool. Other times I would get the dildo out and we'd have a 'complete' session. For practice, I always tried to stay 'in voice' regardless of how long a session lasted.

A 'complete' session usually consisted of me getting dressed up all the way — skirt, blouse, heels, etc. Then we'd fool around on the bed for a while with me teasing and stroking his panty-clad cock and him groping my tits and occasionally reaching inside my bra cups to tweak my nipples.

After a while, I'd release 'Little Hank' from his satin prison and start sucking like it was the last cock I'd ever see. Eventually, the dildo would come out. Sometimes I would stick it to the bedrail like the first time. Other times, Henry would use it on me, sawing it in and out of my hungry hole.

A couple of times we got more inventive and stuck it to the side of the pedestal sink in the bathroom. Henry would sit on the edge of the bathtub and I'd blow him while I 'got fucked' just bent over at the waist. Those were some of our hottest sessions.

Afterward, I would shower and then slip into a satin nightgown. Henry had continued to buy me whatever took his fancy. If it was the first time I wore one of his gifts, he would jump me as soon as I emerged from the bathroom in it. It took me by surprise the first time he grabbed me.

He hoisted me clean off of my feet into his arms and then laid me on my bed, my head near the edge. He hovered over me, straddling my head, his semi-erect cock conveniently close to my mouth. I opened wide and sucked him in. As he reached full hardness I pushed away from the wall until my head hung over the edge of the bed. Then Henry proceeded to fuck my face, literally, his balls all but smothering me, covering my nostrils as he buried his bone to the hilt again and again and again.

After a second session like that, I would drift off to sleep. If I slept in a nightgown, I always awoke with Henry's early-morning hard-on at my lips.

Only every so often Henry would feel me up, but he never touched my cock in my panties. Once he came close, his thumbs brushed my hardness as they returned from my stockinged legs. He paused and an electric shock went through me. I thought for a brief moment that he might stroke me off. I wanted him to so very badly. But as soon as I thrust my hips up, he withdrew.

Henry had a beautiful cock and I appreciated the freedom he allowed me. I loved how good he felt in my mouth and the way his cum tasted, but I was starting to hunger for more. Under Ms. Callahan's tutelage, I seldom had fewer than three or four cocks at a time to suck, and the lack of variety was starting to weigh on my mind.

Fate, however, soon intervened.

It was time for mid-term exams and we were all pretty worn out. We'd been studying our brains out and working on papers and such. Henry and I had finished our last tests and were chilling out in our room when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," we both chimed.

"Hey guys," Brendan said. We hurried to stash the beer we were drinking. He seldom made surprise visits, but his justice was known to be swift and terrible. He sat down on the far edge of my bed. He was wearing a pair of blue nylon running shorts that showed off his well-toned and well-tanned legs and a practice jersey kind of half-shirt that revealed his six-pack abs.

"Relax," he said, "I'm not here in any official capacity. I was just looking for someone to hang with for a little while. I'm not in the mood to be the RA today."

"What's got you down, buddy?" Henry asked, "Mid-term blues? Girl trouble? What?"

"Both, actually. Well, a combination of the two together, I suppose. I would kill for a beer right now. You guys got any?" Henry and I shot each other a quizzical glance. We both shrugged.

"C'mon, guys. Hand one over. I need to unwind."

I reached down beside my bed and passed a can to Brendan. "Want to talk about it?" I said.

"Nahhhh," he said as he popped the beer open. "Not much to talk about. Kim gets this way twice every semester. All she wants to do is study. I keep trying to tell her that sex is a good stress reliever, but she thinks I'm just doing all my thinking with my Johnson." Henry and I picked our beers back up as Brendan continued.

"The last time this happened I went hunting for some pussy in the local clubs. I found this little hottie who was out drinking instead of studying and we hooked up for the night. Just my fucking luck. It turned out that her roommate was a friend of Kim's, so I got busted."

Boy, I thought to myself, for someone who didn't want to talk about it, he sure was doing an awful lot of talking about it. He finished his beer and motioned for another. I handed him another can.

"Christ, it took me almost three months to get back in her good graces. That's why I decided to pay you guys a visit instead. At least I can't get into trouble here."

Talk soon turned to football. It was hard, but I did my best to seem interested. Since I never really hung around the jocks, football was not one of my interests. However, I picked up enough of it while I was dressing for and sucking off the senior squad that I was able to keep up and not look completely stupid.

We talked about school as well, and the beer continued to flow. Henry and Brendan had at least two more apiece, and I had sucked down three myself. We were rapidly approaching the end of the 12-pack when the subject turned to girls.

Brendan was all but sprawled on the bed by now with one leg hanging off to one side and I could see up his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear and he had cut out the built-in 'panty' in his nylon shorts because my vantage point left me no doubt as to what he had between his legs. Brendan talked about some of his 'conquests' from his first two years. Henry talked exclusively about some of the girls he'd known back in high school. As the details grew more graphic, I stole the occasional glance up Brendan's shorts, watching his bulge grow and grow.

I, of course, was at a bit of a loss for words. Henry noticed my uncomfortable silence and subtly tried to steer the topic to another subject. Instead, Brendan stood up suddenly. He grabbed his dick through his shorts and gave it a hard squeeze.

"I gotta go drain this thing," he announced. "Mind if I use your can?" Henry and I nodded and huh-unh'd in unison. Brendan went to the bathroom, leaving the door open. We heard his steady stream of relief. When he finished, he came back and flopped on the bed once more.

As he passed by me, I noticed that his cock was still quite hard, tenting out the front of his shorts quite noticeably. "Toss me another beer, Marty," he said to me. I reached down beside me and came up with the empty 12-pack container.

"All out," I said.

"Shit," Brendan said. "I could use a couple more beers." He lay there, almost reflectively quiet. He reached down and adjusted himself inside his shorts. "Looks like I could use a blowjob too. I thought it was just a piss hard-on but I guess I was wrong."

I had to stop myself from diving mouth-first into his lap. But a sudden thought struck me.

"Henry, what's the name of that townie you know?" I asked, using the term reserved for locals who didn't go to the university.

"Huh?" he responded.

"That girl you hang with whenever the coeds don't pan out," I said. "The one that you said could suck a golf ball through a garden hose." If we had been sitting at a table I would have kicked him under it. I settled for giving him a “WTF” look.

A light went on in Henry's eyes as understanding came to him. "Ohh, THAT girl," he said. "Stacey's her name."

"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Brendan asked.

"It's perfect, isn't it, Henry?" I said, on a roll now. "She could come up here and blow you, and since she's a townie, there's almost no way she'd know Kim, is there?" A knowing grin began to spread across Brendan's face.

"You guys would really hook me up?" he asked.

"Well, sure I would," Henry said. "She's crazy about sucking cock. And she deep-throats too. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if a few of my friends join us. After all, it's mid-term and we could all use a little stress relief."

"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said.

"Tell you what," Henry said. "You go get some more beer and I'll go get Stacey. I'll meet you back here at say, four-thirty. That gives me forty-five minutes to make the trip into town with traffic. That alright?" Henry shot me a questioning look. I nodded slightly. My mind was racing to come up with a story to cover why I wasn't going to be here when Brendan got back.

"Well, in that case, I'll go to the grocery store on the other side of campus to get the beer cheaper," Brendan said. "You wanna ride along, Marty?"

"Sounds great, Brendan...," I started to say, then, "Ahhh, Shit! Four-thirty? I almost forgot. I'm supposed to meet that girl from my Psych class — you know, that Latina with the huge tits — at the library in twenty minutes. She needs help finishing her paper. I'm already so fucking late."

"No shit?" Brendan said. "Well, that's too bad Marty. I guess I'll have to drink your share of the beer. Maybe you'll get lucky with your study date."

"Well, you take my turn with Stacey then," I said. "Maybe Liz will feel like showing me some gratitude." I went to my desk and started rummaging through books and papers like I was looking for something.

"Well, let's get going then," Henry said, grabbing his car keys off of his dresser.

"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said again. "My dick ain't getting any softer." Henry and Brendan headed past me and out the door while I made a good show of stuffing some papers and other crap in my backpack.

"Good luck, guys," I said.

I gave them a good head start and then followed them down the stairwell. I heard Henry's car starting up, and I saw Brendan pulling out just behind him. I made a display of dashing out the door, just in case Brendan was looking in his rear-view mirror.

As soon as he disappeared around the building I did a sharp U-turn and sprinted back up the stairs. I had less than forty-five minutes to get Stacey ready for her college debut.

As soon as I reached our room, I threw my backpack into the closet and retrieved the box that held my heels. Fortunately, I had already been half-planning a 'complete' session with Henry to celebrate the end of mid-term exams, so my outfit was already pressed and on a hanger. I quickly stripped out of my boy clothes and stuffed them into the box, placing it back up on the shelf in the closet.

I grabbed my clothes and heels and headed for the bathroom, stopping to get my lingerie from my dresser drawer. I assumed Henry would be coming back sooner than forty-five minutes and I wanted to be ready when he got back, if possible. I figured he'd want to talk about what was going to happen and I wasn't sure I wanted it too planned out beforehand.

I started with the lingerie. I had picked up some new stuff as a surprise for Henry. I slipped into the padded underwire demi-bra and then fitted my breast forms in place. I checked their look in the mirror. The bra was a zebra print and the satin and scalloped lace trim was hot-pink. Next came the matching garter belt. I was glad I had shaved (all over) before we started drinking the beer earlier.

I rolled my black seamed stockings up my legs and clipped them to the garter belt. I checked my seams as best I could to be sure they were straight. The matching thong panties were next. I loved the way thong panties felt snugged up between my ass-cheeks. The lace on the front of them formed a sexy 'V' pattern. I tucked my maleness back between my legs as I had done hundreds of times before. I checked my profile in the mirror and liked what I saw.

I decided to slip into my skirt before I did my makeup. It was a black leather mini-skirt. Although I wasn't short, I'd bought my size in petite — it was 2 inches shorter than the 'misses' length. All in all, I'd say it was about sixteen inches long with a zipper in the back and a small walking vent, more for decoration than function I was sure.

I had applied my foundation, eyeliner, eye-shadow, and blush before Henry came back. I hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door and he came in, watching me intently. He had never seen me in mid-transformation before, I realized.

"So you really want to do this?" he asked. "I can still tell Brendan that Stacey wasn't home."

"But Stacey is home," I said. "It will be alright, Henry. It will." I was already speaking in my femme voice. An extra eight weeks of practice and I had all but perfected it. "Why, are you worried?"

"Well, no... yes... I don't know," he stammered. I was slipping into my black patent leather Dorsey heels. They had 5" spike heels and ankle straps. They gleamed brightly in the light.

"I'm not sure I understand, Henry," I said. I put one foot up on the toilet and fastened one of the ankle straps. Henry had seated himself on the edge of the bathtub.

"Well, it's just... I... What if he finds out who you actually are?" he finally blurted out.

"So you're worried because you think you have as much to lose as I do if I'm discovered, right?" I fastened the other ankle strap.

"Well, I suppose so, yes." I turned and leveled my gaze at him.

"Henry, aren't you the one who told me that I'm a great cocksucker?"

"Yes. Hell yes!"

"Has my femme voice improved since we came here?"

"Yes."

"So once I get my lips wrapped around his cock, do you think he's going to bother to check to see if I'm all-girl?"

"Probably not."

"And once I've swallowed a big load of his sperm, do you think if he found out that I'm not a girl that he'd go telling everybody that he got blown by a guy?"

"Definitely not!"

"And would he tell everyone that you had fixed him up with a guy? How would he explain it to Kim?" I gestured and Henry handed me the hanger with my top on it. It was a fuchsia slit-sleeve tee top made out of a polyester/spandex blend. It had a sexy draped neckline that would really accent my cleavage.

"I'm starting to see your point," he said. I slipped it on over my head, being careful not to smudge my makeup. I surveyed myself in the mirror.

"Good," I said to both Henry and my reflection. I reached for my lipliner pencil and tube of lipstick.

"But...," Henry began.

"But what, Henry?" I carefully outlined the shape of my lips with the practiced hand of someone who has done it a million times.

"What if he... I mean... Say he isn't, you know..." I filled in my lips with a dark pinkish-red Revlon shade called "Cherries in the Snow."

"What, Henry? Come on. Tell me." He sighed. I blotted my lips on a piece of toilet paper.

"What if a blowjob isn't enough?"

"Huh?" I said.

"What if he wants to fuck you, too?"

"Why would he want to fuck me?" I asked. I arranged my 'trademark' shoulder-length auburn wig on my head.

"Because...," Henry said, his voice dropping off mid-thought.

"Because why?" I said. His voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper.

"Because I've thought about it, too," he said. I turned and looked at Henry. He looked like he had just swallowed his Adam's apple.

"What did you say?" I asked him. He flushed.

"You heard me," he said.

"Say it again, Henry," I said, "I want to be sure." He sighed.

"I said I've thought about it, too," he said.

"Thought about what, Henry?"

"C'mon, we both know what about," he said evasively.

"I need to hear it, Henry. I need to hear it from you directly and in the most unambiguous terms possible. Tell me." Henry was silent. I waited.

"I've thought about what it would be like to fuck you in the ass," he finally blurted. I waited some more. He continued, rambling now.

"Well, I mean, I'd like to fuck Stacey's ass. I mean, uh... I don't look at guys' asses and think I want to fuck them. It's just like I've fucked other girls in the ass before and enjoyed doing it, and then I thought well; one ass is as good as another. And I do think of Stacey... er... you... er... when you're dressed up I only see you as a sexy girl and since I know you like having a dildo in your ass, I figured you might like to try the real thing a few times just to see if you liked it, you know...." I placed a finger on his lips to quiet him.

"It's okay, Henry," I said. "I understand; really, I do." Shit! I realized that I had almost forgotten to do my nails! I grabbed my Max Factor quick-dry polish and sat down on the tub next to Henry. As I applied Pink Flame (how appropriate!) to my nails, I continued to explore this new development with Henry.

"So how long have you been thinking about this?" I asked.

"Well...," he started but trailed off.

"Okay, let's start with an easier question first. How many girls have you fucked in the ass?"

"Three," he said matter-of-factly. Then, "Well, two I suppose. The third girl agreed to try it but then said it hurt too much. I barely got the head of my dick inside her before she was crying and screaming at me to pull it out."

"And you liked it, I assume."

"Hell yeah."

"Why?"

"Well, I don't know. It's a lot tighter than most pussies, of course. But I guess the biggest turn-on is the taboo — the idea that you're sticking it to some girl where it isn't supposed to go, you know?"

"How many times did you fuck these two girls in the ass?"

"Oh, the first girl did it only once. She said it was okay, but that she didn't enjoy it as much as I did. Now the other girl was a real ass-slut. After we fucked, she'd blow me hard again and then take me back up her ass. She really got off on it."

“Okay, and when did you start thinking about fucking me?" I blew gently on the nails of my left hand and switched to painting the right ones.

"It's hard to say. I guess it's been growing in my mind for some time now. I remember how hot that first night here with you was. You looked so sexy slamming yourself onto that dildo."

"Mmmm hmmm." I gave Henry a non-committal nod and continued painting. I had discovered that Henry talked more when I was silent.

"And then as things went along you had me use the dildo on you by hand. I guess it was that first time you pulled the back of your thong panties down and wiggled your greased-up ass at me and told me to stick it in. Later, you were all but screaming 'Fuck me, Henry. Give it to me harder, harder.' When we finished, I watched as you pulled the dildo out of your well-fucked ass. The only thing missing was a stream of fresh cum oozing from your gaping hole."

"Go on," I said as I capped the nail polish and alternately blew on and waved my hands back and forth to dry the polish quicker.

"Well, even though you had just drained my balls dry, I felt my cock start to rise again as I thought about fucking your ass and depositing a huge load of cum there."

"Why didn't you? Why didn't you just mount me and take me for a ride?"

"You'll think it's stupid," Henry said.

"Try me," I replied.

"Well, two reasons. First, and most importantly, I wasn't sure if it was something you'd want me to do."

"Fair enough. What's the second reason?"

"I didn't want you to think I was a faggot or something." I laughed. "See, I told you you'd think it was stupid."

"No, no, no, Henry, it's not that at all. It's just the idea that I'd just finished sucking your cock and swallowing your load and you thought that wanting to fuck me would make me think you were queer?" I laughed again. "Henry, didn't you know that studies have shown that oral sex is the most common type of sex between homosexuals?"

Henry gaped at me for a minute, and then suddenly stood up. His posture was very combative.

"Are you saying that you already think I'm a queer?"

"Henry, calm down. I'm not saying that at all. You still like to fuck girls, right?"

"Hell yes," he said a little too quickly.

"And you still look at a sexy girl when she walks by, right?"

"Oh yeah," he said.

"And when you're in the locker room at the field house, do you look at the guys in the shower and wish that they would suck your cock, or that you could suck theirs?"

"No way!"

"Then I'd say ‘congratulations;’ you're not queer, Henry. I still like girls too. I just sometimes feel like dressing like one. And when I'm dressed like a girl, I just happen to get a sexual charge out of acting like a bad girl." Henry nodded.

"I really do consider myself to be Stacey when I'm dressed like this and doing things that guys like girls to do," I continued. "Short of being forced, you'd never catch me sucking cock while I'm not dressed."

Henry sat back down. His posture was much more relaxed. I could see that he had passed some sort of mental block about all of this, or had at least come to a better rationalization of it in his mind.

I tested my nails to make sure they were dry, and then I stood. I put my hands on my hips and faced Henry with one hip thrust forward.

"So are we okay with this?" I asked. Henry nodded. "Good, because tonight this girl is looking to suck some cock and swallow a few loads of nice hot cum. How do I look?"

"You look incredibly hot in that outfit," Henry said. I did a very short catwalk turn and looked back over my shoulder at Henry, tossing my hair as I did so.

"You think so?" I asked. I already knew the answer.

"Oh hell, yeah." I bent over to adjust my ankle strap, fully aware of Henry's eyes devouring my backside.

"See anything you like, Mr. President?" I teased. I quickly raised and lowered my skirt, giving Henry a flash of my thong panties.

"You betcha." I stood up and then sat down on the toilet facing Henry.

"You know we only finished one side of our conversation," I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well," I explained, "we only really arrived at two conclusions. One, you'd like to fuck my ass; and two, you're not queer for thinking about it."

"I'm not sure I'm following you."

"Well, we never really established whether or not it was something I wanted to do." I saw the light of realization dawn on Henry's face. It was priceless.

"But, I thought...," he started to say when a loud knock rattled our room door in its frame.

"Yo, Henry, you in there?" Brendan said.

Henry stood bolt upright as if he'd just been caught doing something he shouldn't. He glanced around the bathroom like he wasn't sure what he was looking for. I remained seated.

"What'll we do?" he asked quickly.

"Henry, he already knows you're here. He probably saw your car in the parking lot. Why don't you go let our guest in?" The next knock on the door was even louder than the first. "He sounds quite anxious to meet me."

Henry nodded and headed for the door. I closed the bathroom door behind him. I hadn't had a chance to get my small black purse from the box on my shelf. I would have to work on that. There were a few things I needed out of it to complete my persona. And there were a few things in the box I might need later too, I decided.

"Is she here?" I heard Brendan say in a not-so-hushed whisper.

"Yeah," Henry said, "she had to use the bathroom."

"Is she gonna do it, dude?" Brendan asked.

"What? Blow you? Sure she is. I told you, this girl is just insane for sucking cock."

"She's not a skank is she?" Brendan asked.

"Do I look like the kind of guy that would stick my dick in some skank's mouth?" Henry said. "She's hot, dude. She always wears short skirts and garter belts and all of that Victoria's Secret crap. You're gonna flip when you see her."

I decided that Henry had said enough. If I waited any longer, he'd have me as the second runner-up for Miss Hawaiian Tropic two years running. I reached over and flushed the toilet, and then ran some water in the sink like I was washing my hands.

I surveyed myself in the mirror, checking my wig and makeup one last time. I took a deep breath to calm myself, blew my reflection a kiss, and then opened the door.

Brendan's face lit up when he saw me. Good, I thought, at least I knew he didn't think I looked like a skank. Now the only question was how to play this out.

"You must be Brendan," I said, extending my hand.

"And you must be Stacey," he replied, standing to grasp my hand. "I'm glad you were able to come out tonight on such short notice." I could smell the beer on his breath even at arm's length. He had obviously continued the party in his car on the way back from getting more beer.

"Oh, I never pass up a chance to party with Henry." I withdrew my hand and strutted over to Henry, who was leaning on his dresser. As I neared I reached out and ran a finger down his arm. As he moved to take my hand, I turned my back on him and let my hand swing back into his crotch. I made sure Brendan saw as I cupped my hand between his legs and grabbed his cock through his shorts. "Or with 'Little Hank,'" I added.

It had the desired effect on both Henry and Brendan. Henry grew a little stiff in his shorts while Brendan's eyes about bugged out of his head. Henry had played me up to be insane for sucking cock and I felt an obligation to live up to this image of me.

"Sure was a long ride out here," I said to no one in particular. I sat down near the head of Henry's bed and crossed my legs seductively. "Makes a girl thirsty."

"Oh, yeah," Brendan said. He reached down beside my bed and came up with two beers. Henry already had one on top of his dresser. "You want one, Stacey?"

"Sure would," I answered. Brendan walked over to me with the beer held out, but as I reached for it he drew it back.

"I guess maybe I should check your ID and make sure you're at least 18," he said with a smirk.

"Let me see where I might have left it," I rejoindered. I made a show of patting my nonexistent pockets for my nonexistent ID. "Oh wait, I know where I might have left it." I reached out and quickly ran both of my hands up the leg holes of Brendan's running shorts. They converged on his soft, warm cock. "There it is," I said mischievously and then I removed my hands.

Henry laughed and Brendan stood there with a goofy grin on his face. He flushed slightly as he handed over the beer. I handed it right back to him. "Open it for me, would you, hon? I don't want to break a nail, you know."

There was a soft "pfft" as he opened my beer. He handed it back to me and sat back down on my bed. For a while, I listened to Brendan prattle on about football and school and such. While he talked he kept trying to steal glances up my skirt without looking too obvious. He wasn't very good at it.

I egged him on outrageously, crossing and uncrossing my legs, stretching and arching my back, the whole nine yards. There was no doubt that I was the focus of his attention. I finished my beer and Brendan got me another, not needing to be asked to open it for me this time. I smiled sweetly and thanked him.

After he'd sat back down, he made a lame joke about asking me for my ID again. I laughed politely. Henry and I each had another beer and Brendan had what seemed like two to every one of ours. I was killing time, hoping he'd have to go take a piss soon. Almost as if he'd read my mind, Brendan stood up and excused himself.

The door had no sooner clicked shut before I was moving toward the closet. Henry said nothing as I brushed past him, trying to keep from making too much noise in my heels. I threw open the door, snatched the box down, and quickly pawed my way through it.

I located my purse quite easily. I knew what was already inside of it — lip gloss, some touch-up makeup, everything I would need if I ever went out dressed up. But there was also something there that even Henry didn't suspect — condoms. Not two days ago I bought one of those nice little three-packs. I was getting so desperate for fresh cock that I was ready to cruise the campus looking for glory holes.

I checked the contents to be sure all was in order and then dug one last time for the small 'travel-size' bottle of AstroGlide I'd acquired as well. I had just shut it in my purse and was coming back to sit on the bed when Brendan came out of the bathroom. He immediately saw me with my purse in hand and thought something must be up.

"What's going on?" he said suspiciously. "She gonna bail on us or what?"

Henry looked at me and remained silent.

"I left my purse on the desk by the door," I said innocently enough. "I guess I was in such a hurry to get to the bathroom when we arrived that I tossed it as soon as we walked in."

Brendan's look told me that he hadn't found my story convincing. I decided to ratchet things up a notch.

"I normally wait until the conversation has more of a sexual undertone before I get started, but if it will put you more at ease, sweetie, we can do this right now." I walked over and sat on the edge of Henry's bed next to where Brendan was standing. I reached out and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, pulling him closer to me. He didn't exactly resist.

I pulled the front of his shorts down and his cock bobbed free. It wasn't completely soft, but it wasn't as hard as it could get either. I had seen glimpses of it earlier, but seeing it up close — especially this close to my mouth — made me want it even more!

"Damn, girl, you get right to the business!" Brendan said.

"I don't know what all Henry told you about me," I said as I licked my lips with anticipation, "but if he told you that I love deep-throating cock and swallowing big loads of cum, then he was right." I stroked him softly with my left hand. My right hand pulled his shorts down further and then cupped his balls. "I hope there's plenty of spunk in there for me."

"Oh, you bet there is," Brendan said. "There's probably enough in there for two or three good loads."

"There's only one way to find out," I said. "But first, let's set a few ground rules, okay?" Brendan's cock was swelling as I spoke.

"Henry told me about your girlfriend, and I have a regular boyfriend too, so if you don't make any marks on me that I have to explain, I won't make any on you, understood?" Brendan nodded. "I'm here to blow you. I'll blow you as many times as you'd like, but my pussy is off-limits. I don't even want to feel your hands up my skirt. And I'm not your stripper, either, so don't expect any “T & A” floor show. Do we have ourselves a deal?" His cock was still growing!

"Oh yeah, Stacey. Whatever you want, baby."

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, careful not to touch him at all, but making sure he could feel my hot breath. It took all of my willpower not to close my lips around it. He groaned as I withdrew and I added, "Oh yeah. One more thing: Henry has a different set of rules and none of this is negotiable."

"I got it. I got it! God, would you suck my dick already?" Brendan said. There was almost a pleading tone in his voice.

"It'll be my pleasure," I said, smiling up at him. "Of course, it'll be your pleasure too." I closed my lips around the head of his now-stiff cock, taking about two inches of the shaft in with it. Brendan stiffened but then relaxed. He groaned again, but this time it was obviously from pleasure.

I licked his shaft and sucked on his head. I twirled my tongue around his head and sucked a comfortable length back into my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down, moaning with genuine pleasure as I enjoyed every inch of my first new cock on campus.

"Put your hands on her head," Henry said. "It drives her wild." I felt Brendan's big hands on top of my head, guiding me up and down on his cock. A moan escaped my pleasantly full mouth.

"Jump in here, man," Brendan said to Henry.

"You go ahead," Henry said. "I want Stacey to concentrate on making your first blowjob from her a memorable one."

"Fuckin'-A," Brendan said. I continued slurping on his now-hard tool. "She sure has one hot mouth."

I licked his shaft up and down, stopping every once in a while to twirl my tongue around his cock head again. I licked his balls too, taking them in my mouth gently and massaging them with my tongue. Brendan was moaning and he was bucking his hips.

"You have a beautiful cock," I said, licking his shaft some more. "I'll bet you have a hard time keeping your girlfriend out of your pants. Does she suck your cock like this? Does she appreciate your magnificent tool?"

"Well, she likes to fuck well enough, but she's not into cocksucking as much as you."

"Has she ever deep-throated you?" I asked. I slathered my tongue once more all over his cock, getting it ready for its maiden voyage down my throat.

"Hell no," he said. "She tried once or twice, but she kept gagging on it and gave up."

"Well, sweetie," I said, "I may gag on it a time or two myself, but before I go home tonight I'm going to feel your hairy balls slapping against my chin as you fuck my mouth."

"You're so fucking hot..." Brendan began.

"In fact," I interrupted him, "I think I'll give it a try right now." I took a deep breath and plunged his thick dick into my mouth.

It was longer than Henry's, but not by much. It was thicker, however. The more I thought about it, the more its length and width reminded me of Ms. Callahan's dildo, the Terminator.

With that thought in my mind, my jaw adjusted like magic to accommodate him. Brendan's hot fleshy cock slid down my throat with almost no effort. I felt his hands grasping the back of my head and I felt as well as heard his moans. I was moaning too — this was the biggest real cock I had ever sucked, and it felt incredible.

Brendan clutched my head, grinding his hips against my face as I wrapped my hands around his thighs. I could feel his pubic hair tickling the end of my nose and his warm balls mashed against my chin.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he said. He held my head there for a few moments, just grinding his crotch against it. Then he started moving his hips and humping my open mouth with very short strokes.

I came up for air and then plunged his cock back down the length of my throat. My hands wandered from the backs of his thighs to firmly grasp his toned, muscular butt cheeks. Brendan was talking up a storm as I throat-fucked him. Just when I thought we'd reached a comfortable rhythm he suddenly began thrusting faster and faster. 'Ah, shit!" he cried, "I'm gonna blow my load!"

I quickly grabbed a lungful of air and pulled Brendan back in. "Mmmmmmmm," was all I had time to manage.

"Oh fuck. Your mouth is so fucking hot. Here it comes, Stacey. Here it comes! Ahhh... ahhh... oh yea!" Brendan came forcefully and I could feel his swollen cockhead pulsing in my throat as it spewed its thick load. His balls, pressed firmly against my chin, throbbed with each spurt. Before he could finish I pulled away, just far enough to catch the last few spurts in my mouth.

My pleasure at tasting new cum was obvious from all the moaning I was doing around my mouthful of cock. As the throes of his orgasm subsided I stroked his cock while I sucked on the head, greedily trying to get every possible drop of his first load. I massaged his balls as well, rolling them around and gently squeezing the last drops from them also.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I said dreamily. I could feel my semi-erect clittie throbbing pleasantly where it was tucked inside my panties. "That was wonderful. I love the way you taste." I gave Brendan's softening dick one last deep suck before releasing him from my mouth.

Brendan collapsed backward onto my bed. His cock and balls bounced invitingly as he sat down on the edge and laid back. "Stacey, you're the best-kept secret this little college town has. I can't believe you made me come so fast. Your mouth is too incredible. Un-fucking-believable."

I looked over at Henry. He had stepped out of his pants and was dropping his underwear (I was disappointed not to see his cock straining inside his pair of red satin panties but I more than understood). His cock bobbed free, already hard and dripping pre-cum.