Bobby Anderson looked up from his math text and stared out
the window.  It was dusk outside and the quad was almost empty.
Two girls walked by, carrying suitcases and laughing about
something.  They were going home for the holidays, and here he
was, sitting in his dorm room, three thousand miles from home,
studying math on a Friday night.
     Bobby had known he was screwed as soon as the exam schedule
was published just after Thanksgiving; but, since it was the
first semester of his freshman year, he wasn't surprised.  He had
two exams scheduled for the first day of exam week, one on the
second day, and two on the very last day of exams -- Monday,
December 19th.  After checking with his professors and confirming
what he expected -- that he couldn't take the last two exams at
an alternate, earlier time -- he resigned himself to his fate and
booked a flight back home, to Baltimore, for Tuesday, the 20th.
     With a solid semester's base of good grades, Bobby wasn't
about to stress over exams -- sure, he studied, but he didn't
stress.  The biggest drag to his exam week was that over that
last, long weekend, he felt like the last kid left on the huge
campus.  It seemed like everyone else had split for home.  Only
one cafeteria was open and that was pretty much empty when he got
his meals.  The dorms were virtually empty.  The Frat houses were
dark.  No dances, no parties, no keggers, no kicks.
     And just when he could have used a nice, warm piece of ass
to fill the empty hours and relieve a little pre-exam tension!
But he tried, anyway.  After eight unanswered phone calls, it was
obvious that there wasn't a girl left on campus that he knew and
was a possibility for a quick fuck.
     As a last resort, on Sunday night, when he finished
studying, he dug out an old PENTHOUSE and dialed a phone-sex
number he and his roommate had tried a few times during the
semester.  The women were all supposed to be coeds in Ohio,
somewhere.  Bobby didn't care.  The ones he had talked to had all
been nice and sexy and had great voices.  He was talking to
Debbie, "a senior," and he whacked-off to her sweet, sexy voice
as she talked him through an imaginary butt-fuck.
     As he listened to Debbie's smooth, silky voice, Bobby
gripped his love-pole and let his mind drift back to his first,
real butt-fuck.  It had been in October, during Rush week...
*
     Rush week was pure madness.  All the Frat houses were open
and the brothers were more than happy to show off their Frat's
"benefits."  The parties all that week had been often, loud, and
crowded -- filled with beer and booze and music and women.  Bobby
fondly acknowledged that rush week may have been the absolute
best week in his entire young life.
     Bobby and a few of his friends had been invited to the big
Sigma Frat house for another party late in the week.  A few hours
into the party, Bobby was almost-blitzed and trying hard to put
the moves on a big-titted, upperclass, blonde beauty in the
kitchen when his friend Alan over to him and whispered his boozy
breath into Bobby's ear, "Ya gotta come downstairs, Bob.  You
won't believe it, man!"
     Bobby reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the blonde's
obvious nipples poking at her thin blouse, "I'm busy, man.  Can't
you see?"
     Alan's bloodshot eyes rolled around in his head, "Wi' who,
man?  I'on't see nobody.  And ya gotta come with me!"
     "Fuck off, Alan."  Bobby turned back to the blonde, only to
discover she had already moved away and was talking to two of the
Sigma brothers.  He grabbed Alan's shoulder, "Fuck!  Alright,
man, but this better be good!"
     Alan, drunk as a skunk -- as usual -- nodded solemnly and
led him to a door just behind the kitchen.  Down a set of stairs
was another big TV room, and except for a couple making out on
the sofa, empty with all the partying going on upstairs.  And
behind that room was a large, dark storage room, the walls lined
with shelves filled with boxes, luggage, and bags.  Alan kept
walking until he stopped at a large door with a bright red
cartoon train engine painted on it.  In gold letters below the
smiling choo-choo were the words "The Train Room -- Enter those
who dare!"
     Alan reached for the doorknob and turned to Bobby, grinning
stupidly and holding his finger up to his lips in the "Shhh!"
gesture.
     Inside was another large room.  The walls were painted a
dark gray or brown and were rough stone.  The ceiling was low.
Light came from what looked like hundreds of candles sitting on
little shelves mounted all over the walls.  The floor was
brightly multicolored -- dozens and dozens of pillows and
beanbags.
     And wriggling on those pillows, Bobby stared in fascination
as he watched two nude young women perform cunnilingus on each
other!
     Now, as his eyes adjusted, Bobby noticed around the room
stood six or seven Sigma brothers and another two or three
freshmen besides Alan and himself.  Everybody was watching the
sweating, sloppy, slurpy girls go at it.  Bobby didn't feel all
that drunk anymore and his cock was threatening to burst through
his jeans.
     Like it was rehearsed, or at least like it had been done
often before, just as the girls began to moan as though they were
getting close to orgasm, four brothers moved two dark A-frame-
type things out from the walls.  The other brothers pulled the
girls apart and helped them onto the frames.  Then the brothers
began dropping their slacks and shorts.
     Bobby now saw that the frames were upholstered and made for
one thing, only.  The girls were bent over the frames, with their
knees resting on a soft cushion.  Their naked butts were on
display and cock-high.  Their heads, arms and breasts hung over
the other side of the padded frame.  There were straps on the
frame for wrists and ankles, but no one was bothering with them,
now.  Instead, one brother was feeding healthy gulps of Jack
Daniels to the girls out of the bottle.
     Observing the brothers, it was obvious that the routine was
simple.  Get in line and when it was your turn, shove it in.
Bobby and the other freshmen dropped their trousers and
underwear, too.
     Bobby waited in line, hoping he wouldn't cum just watching
the guys in front of him do their thing.  Finally, the guy
immediately in front of him finished, and Bobby was staring at a
girl's round, white, spread asscheeks.  Cum was dripping from
both red holes.  Bobby didn't hesitate.  He stepped forward and
pressed his boner into the girl's ass an inch at a time.  He had
never felt anything so tight and so hot wrapped around his prick!
He got it all in easier than he expected, and felt his balls slap
against the girl's pussy.  In seconds, he was doing the nasty
like he had never done it before!  In and out.  In and out.
Shoving in deep and hard and pulling out again.  He was in
heaven!  Then, almost without warning, he felt his juices boiling
along his pipeline and he was shooting his cum deep into the
girl's ass.
     What a cum!  His climax had been so total that he was
surprised when his prick began to recover within minutes.  He
watched his friends and the others take their turn with the girls
and then he was ready and burying his cock in the second girl's
ass.  It felt just as good as the first time!
     After this second workout, he was thirsty and he and Alan
made their way, giggling and laughing, back up to the kitchen for
a beer.  The two of them sat at a table, drinking beer after
beer, grinning at each other like idiots and repeating, "Oh,
man!" over and over again.  It wasn't until the next day that he
realized he didn't see either girl's face very well, and to his
frustration, he never found out who either of the girls was!
*
     Now, Sunday night, back in his dorm room, alone and talking
on the phone...
     Finally, his cum shot high over his thighs and he thanked
Debbie for a nice time over the phone.  He was glad he called.
Not the real thing, but it did relieve some of the pre-exam
pressure.
*
     At five o'clock on Monday afternoon, with a little sigh and
a lot of satisfaction, Bobby handed in his bluebooks for his last
exam, then went back to his room, packed his bags, and drank
Scotch until he passed out.
     Early Tuesday morning, hungover and unable to find anybody
going to the airport, he took a taxi and joined the mad throng of
people going home for the holidays.  The airport was jammed and
in chaos.  The flight was overbooked.  The weather was bad.
There were stops and connecting flights.  The planes were too hot
and too loud.  There were too many screaming kids and grouchy old
people.
     Finally, at a little after six that evening, as his headache
slowly disappeared, he saw the lights of Baltimore out his window
and the pilot announced that they would be landing in under five
minutes.  Bobby took one last glance at the flight attendant's
tight ass and superb legs and got ready to land.
     BWI was no less crowded than LAX, but it was home, and that
made it all better.
     "Bobby!  Bobby, over here!"
     He looked across the concourse and saw the beautiful woman
waving at him.  She was petite and gorgeous.  She was dressed in
pressed jeans, low-heeled boots, a pink button-down shirt, and a
navy blazer.  Her dark hair was a perfect frame for her face -- a
precise page-boy cut that looked like it cost more than his
tuition.  Her face was flawless -- creamy complexion, startling
blue eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and red-red, full lips.
      Bobby cursed the gods and their twisted sense of humor for
placing this impossibly beautiful, incredibly sexy -- but
absolutely untouchable -- goddess in his life.
     "Hi, mom!" [`Just call me Oedipus and lock me away,' he
thought grimly, `but -- DAMN! -- my mother is HOT!']
     As he hugged his mother, Bobby noticed for the first time
that there was someone with her.  She was slightly shorter than
his mother and dressed in black-and-white saddle shoes, white
socks, a plaid, pleated skirt (stopping several inches above her
cute knees), and a white school blouse.  Her legs were perfectly
curved, her plaid-clad hips round, and the blouse filled to
maximum capacity.  Her pale face with the large, pale-gray eyes
was beyond pretty and her long, honey-color hair was in an
innocent-yet-oh-so-sexy ponytail.
     [`Oh, Jesus,' Bobby thought, `these freakin' gods are
bustin' my balls!']
     "Hi, sis!  I didn't see you standing there."
     Maybe his memory was playing tricks on him, but Bobby
thought he remembered his little sister a lot younger looking and
not quite as... as... developed when he left for college in
August.  Sure, she had started to develop, but... she had still
been a young girl -- but, obviously, no more!
     Almost in answer to his thoughts, Bobby's mother said, "Your
father thinks there must be something in the water.  Molly's
grown up a lot in the five months since you were home, hasn't
she?"
     "I'll say!" Bobby enthusiastically replied.  Then continued
in what he hoped was a more subdued, less obvious manner, "you
look great, sis.  It looks like field hockey and basketball are
agreeing with you."
     The young girl blushed through her tight hug with her big
brother.  She was thrilled to have him home, but was determined
not to let on how much she had missed him this last semester.
They had sent greeting cards back and forth, and of course, they
had talked on the phone, but now, she was happy because the
family was all back together.  It was going to be a great
Christmas!
     After retrieving Bobby's luggage, the three Andersons made
their way through the swarm of people and into the parking lot.
As they walked through the bustling crowds, Bobby noticed how
often men and boys turned their heads to stare and follow his
mother and sister, and had to admit that he couldn't blame them.
He kept switching his own glances between the little `GUESS?'
triangle on his mother's cute butt and the sexy sway and bounce
to his sister's plump tail wrapped in her short, tight school
plaid and her bare legs.
     He hadn't noticed before, but as they emerged from the
covered `short-term' lot and waited in line to pay the parking
fee, Bobby stared out the window.  "Snow?!  This early in
Baltimore?  After five months in Southern California, this is
like a movie."
     Laurie Anderson sat behind the wheel of the family's new,
big Chevy wagon, and nodded, "Yes, it's been flurrying on and off
all day.  They're not calling for any accumulation, but we've all
heard that before, haven't we?"
     "Maybe we won't have school, tomorrow!" chirped Molly.
     "Oh, Molly," sighed Laurie, "you only have two days left.
You know you won't be doing any real work.  Just go in and enjoy
the atmosphere."
     "Yeah, I like the atmosphere in Sister `Mary-Murderer's'
class the best!  She's giving a TEST, tomorrow!"
     Mother and son laughed at the girl's pitiful voice.
     "It's Sister Mary Marder, missy.  You better not slip and
say her nickname within earshot of school!"
     With a roll of her big gray eyes, Molly whined, "Yes, mom, I
know."
     The ride home over the wet highways was warm and happy.
Bobby told them not to worry about his grades, that he wasn't
seeing anyone "special," that the school food sucked, and that
his roommate was obsessed with cleaning between his toes and
trimming his nose hair.
     "Oh, gross!" giggled Molly, from the backseat.  "But he
sounds so nice on the phone."
     Bobby looked back over his shoulder and was immediately glad
that he did.  Molly was slouched into the corner of the seat and
her short skirt had ridden up her legs, exposing acres of white,
smooth, prime thigh meat; and the lighting was just bad enough to
let Bobby think that he maybe caught a glimpse of white cotton
panties.
     [`Damn!  I'm horny!' he thought.]
     "Ahemm.  He is nice, sis.  He's just a little gross about
his personal hygiene.  Believe me, I could have done a lot worse.
And he thinks you sound nice on the phone, too.  I had to tell
him that besides being my little sister, you were too young for
him to even think about."
     "Oh, Bobby!  We just joke around when I call and you're not
in the room.  It's harmless."
     Bobby turned around to the front, nervous, wondering if he
had been too blatant in the way he was looking at his little
sister.  In reaction to his stare, Molly had quickly re-arranged
herself on the seat and pulled her skirt back down almost to her
knees.  The rest of the ride was uneventful.
     When they pulled into the garage and piled out of the wagon,
Laurie told Bobby that half a dozen of his friends had called him
over the weekend.
     "Yeah, I'm sure I'm the last of the crowd to get home.
Everybody else has probably been partying since Friday night."
     Laurie patted his cheek and hugged him, again.  "Well, I'm
glad you're home, but I know you want to go out and catch up in
the partying department.  I understand."
     "Thanks, Mom."
     "I'm surprised Jennifer didn't call.  Did you two stay in
touch while you were away?"
     Jennifer Stallings was the girl Bobby had dated exclusively
(well, almost exclusively) for the last two-and-a-half years of
high school.  "Sure, Mom, we stayed in touch, but she and her
parents were going on a Christmas cruise, somewhere.  She won't
be home until after New Years."
     "Oh, that's a shame.  I'm sure you were anxious to see her,
again."
     "Absolutely.  Now I won't have anybody to kiss at midnight
on New Year's Eve."
     "Ha!  I doubt that, Honey.  Besides, you could always stay
home and then you'd have your old mother to kiss."
     "Yeah!  Right, Mom!"