Back in my days as a horny young man, I was blessed with parents who made it 
my priority to attend college.  Had I not attended college, I might have 
missed out on some of the best sex in my life.  I don't believe that was 
their original intention when I was matriculating, but it quickly became a 
very pleasant obsession.  I had always been one to follow the lead of my 
seven-inch penis, but mostly it had lead to a stashed Playboy or a pulp 
paperback hidden in my headboard at home.  I was the class nerd in high 
school and while I was told that many young ladies were losing their 
virginity all around me, they were doing so with the members of the Football 
Team or the Basketball Team, not with the members of the A/V club or the 
Photoclub or the Speech Team.  In going away to college I was at last given 
the opportunity to discover the exquisite joy of having a horny girlfriend.

The events I want to describe took place on a Saturday night during the 
spring of the year in Northwestern Minnesota.  It was after midterms, but 
not late enough that finals were rearing their ugly heads.  It had been a 
tough week with several important tests and a lot of late night studying.  
We had slept together Friday night.  (Funny how you can fit more or less 
comfortably in a single bed at that time of life and you can't seem to keep 
from accidentally waking each other up in a king size bed when you're 
older?)  I believe we were both so tired that we went to sleep without 
making love, more than once that is.  The good old man on top and we each 
have a good orgasm and we both drift off to sleep almost at once kind of 
sex.  She woke up first the next morning and announced that she had a lot of 
studying to do and that she was heading back to her room.  I agreed that 
hitting the books was my fate for the day as well and we agreed to meet for 
supper at the school cafeteria.

Ah yes, school cafeterias.  The food in those places sure has changed over 
the years.  Now the cafeterias partner with Burger King and Pizza Hut and 
offer things we could only dream of in the early 70's.  Our only choices 
were: a sandwich line with concoctions of dried bread tossed together by 
work study students who had probably never seen a sandwich before they came 
to college in the U.S.A. or the regular line, featuring the latest in 
sadistic casseroles.  The football team used to eat steaks in a separate 
food line, but apparently the remarks they were drawing from the rest of us 
were upsetting to their digestion and they were moved to the "Executive 
Dining Room."  There the hotel and restaurant management students could 
practice waiting on them in formal uniforms, while the players sat at tables 
with white table cloths and crystal glasses and linen napkins, by candle 
light.  Sorry, I digress, but some memories just come unbidden now and then. 
  While I'm at it, I don't want to be calling my girlfriend "She" for the 
rest of the story, so let's call her "Tawny."  That's close enough that I 
can easily associate it with her and not close enough to upset her if she 
should ever run across this someday.

We managed to find enough to eat to keep our belt buckles from scraping our 
backbones, as my father would say, and headed back to the dorm.  By now we 
had had enough of studying and were ready to have some fun.  Neither of us 
had much money to spend, but with one horny dick and one horny pussy (and 
some other willing female orifices which she was willing to contribute), we 
hadn't had any trouble finding something fun to do up to this point in the 
school year.

We went back to my room and managed to lay waste to a large amount of Vodka 
and Coca-Cola.  I called it simply Coke back then, but I wouldn't want you 
to get it mixed up with the snowstorm of cocaine that would hit campuses 
much later.   I kept the cola in the little one cubic foot fridge in my room 
for late night cram sessions.  Other people used coffee, but I figured as 
long as I was going to spend the money, I might as well buy something that 
had a dual purpose.  It would keep you awake during the week and help you 
get loose on the weekends.  The vodka was from the bottom shelf: Wolfschmidt 
vodka.  I believe it sold for $6.19 the half-gallon (approximately two 
liters for those of you in a metric world) at that time.  Quantity not 
quality was the priority for that entertainment expense.

Anyway, there we were in my dorm room, fairly drunk and more than fairly 
horny.  I know it was in the spring, because we were past the stage of 
simply having vaginal intercourse until one of us was sore.  We had already 
found that Tawny enjoyed anal intercourse, but didn't have orgasms from it 
as easily as vaginal intercourse.  Actually, Tawny claimed she was an anal 
virgin before we met.  Over the course of our relationship, I had done my 
'most ut' to make sure that condition did not recur.   She didn't like it if 
I came in her mouth and she had a vicious vaginal odor if she was having one 
of her frequent yeast infections, which kept me from performing cunnilingus 
when the fungus was among us.  We were at the stage where a little variation 
would make the sex more exciting and I hit on the idea of taking a tub 
together.

I had tried sex in the shower several times the year before with a different 
girlfriend but had discovered that if we kept the inner curtain closed, 
someone would, invariably, steal our clothes as a prank.  If we left the 
inner shower curtain open, allowing us to keep an eye on our clothes, that 
seemed to be the signal that we were into exhibitionism and a crowd would 
gather rather quickly.  While Tawny might just have been able to enjoy some 
honest exhibitionism (especially as drunk as she was at this point), I 
wasn't sure that some of the jocks who lived on our floor would be in 
condition to understand that they were to look and not touch.  One 
particular group slept four people in a room meant for two, leaving one room 
completely empty, except for a large refrigerator and two beds which they 
filled with mostly willing coeds on a frequent basis (the beds, not the 
refrigerator, that was full of beer).  Friday night was game night and, if 
they followed their normal pattern, they wouldn't be sober again until 
Monday afternoon, at best.  I had no intentions of involving Tawny in a 
gangbang and I don't believe she had any interest in being the guest of 
honor for one, either.

However, as I explained to her, "We can lock the door to the tub room.  
Nobody will bother us or even know we're in there until we're ready to get 
out.  We'll be dressed by then and we can just hurry back to my room."  
Tawny allowed as how a nice hot soak and some sex sounded like a great idea 
and agreed to give it a try.  She walked down to the other end of the floor 
(coed dorm, gender separated by floor sections) and used the toilet.  Then 
she came back to my room, gave me a big sloppy kiss and accepted the bath 
towel, luckily a clean one, which I held out for her.  I know someone's 
going to ask why she didn't just pee in one of the stalls in the men's room. 
  The toilets work exactly the same.  And the answer is: I don't know.  We 
were just so used to her walking down to the other end of the hall to 
relieve herself, that we never thought about using the stalls fifteen feet 
from the tub room.

There was no one about in the hallways, as it was early in the evening.  I 
held open the door to the men's room for her and waved her in with a 
dramatic flourish.  The smell was a touch funky, but not too disgusting.  By 
Monday morning the smell would be overwhelming with the contribution from 
puking jocks who were too drunk to hit a toilet and the oriental students 
who would be cleaning their cooking gear and the drug fiends who would be 
cleaning their paraphernalia and the usual idiot who was just too damn lazy 
to flush when he was done.  She sniffed a bit daintily and I remember trying 
to tell her: "We can open the window in the tub room and get some nice fresh 
air in there and it won't be too cold, 'cause we'll be in the tub.  It'll be 
nice and warm and the fresh air will smell great."  I don't know if she 
believed me, but she didn't walk back out.

We had brought along some washcloths to clean out the tub, if it should need 
it.  God knows what my mother thought a guy was going to do with washcloths, 
but I had been duly outfitted with a dozen of them during my first year of 
college and they certainly were in pristine condition.  The tub passed 
Tawny's inspection and we adjusted the taps to give us a nice hot soak.  We 
used one of the washcloths to plug the overflow so we could keep more water 
in the tub.  I was ready to whip open the window, when Tawny stopped me.  
She said she wanted to get in the tub, before I opened the window "just in 
case" someone should see her.  I figured the chance was extremely rare, as 
it was a small window on the second floor, with nothing outside it but 
parking lots for the next two blocks.  However, seeing that this young lady 
was extremely willing to let me have my wicked way with her, I could afford 
to be gallant and "thoughtful."  We stripped down together, a process that 
took quite a while, because I was insistent on kissing and caressing each 
new area of her body as it was uncovered and she seemed to think she should 
do the same for me (lucky me!).  Eventually she got into the tub and, after 
opening the window, I did the same.

I slipped in behind Tawny so I got the cold tub on my back and she could 
lean back on me with her legs just reaching the end of the tub.  Thankfully 
the dormitory's designers had specified large tubs for these rooms.  I don't 
know if they had hydrotherapy in mind for injured jocks or what, but the tub 
was very nicely sized for two medium sized people.  I spent a lot of time 
nibbling on her neck and lightly rubbing any of her parts that I could 
reach, which was most of them with just a little help from her.   It didn't 
take long before she was making little satisfied noises and wriggling 
against me most enjoyably.  She slid sideways on my chest and craned her 
neck to give me a peck on the cheek and asked me if we should "do it?"  
Proof that I was ready and willing had been riding her butt crack since I 
got in the tub, but it was nice of her to ask.  I assured her I certainly 
did and she turned herself around to face me, with her legs on either side 
of mine.

With my hands just under her ribcage, steadying her, Tawny took my penis in 
hand, inserted its tip between her labia and began a sweet, warm, enveloping 
descent.  In my excitement, I had bridged my back so that my penis was 
completely clear of the water.  Once she was impaled, to our mutual 
satisfaction, I relaxed and lowered us into the water.  We kissed and 
wriggled around until we could find comfort in this new position.  With 
visions of mutual bliss to come (based on too many porno movies), I began a 
series of long deep strokes in and out of her.

Tawny cried out in pain and thrashed about, trying to lift herself off of 
me.  I had no idea what was going on, but stopped as soon as it was obvious 
that she was reacting in pain, not in passion.  Confused, I mumbled 
something incredibly suave, like: "Are you okay?  What's going on?"

Tawny gritted her teeth, clenched her vaginal muscles around the small 
amount of me still left in her and hissed out: "The water is washing away 
all my lubrication.  It hurts really bad!  Don't move!  Just let me pull off 
of you."  With some additional hissing and gasps on her part, we were soon 
two separate bodies again.  It's fair to say we were both feeling very 
frustrated and she was patently sore in an area that was key to our mutual 
satisfaction.  I held her close and nibbled her neck and told her over and 
over that I was really sorry to have brought her pain.  She clung to me and 
continued to blow heavily and wriggle uncomfortably for a little while 
longer.   At last she relaxed and slumped against me.  We were just warm and 
caring together for a short while.  We switched positions to where she was 
again lying back against my chest again.  I started caressing her and 
nibbling on her neck again.   At one point she giggled and asked: "You don't 
quit, do you?"

I let go of her ear lobe to add some extra base to a quiet "Nope!" in her 
ear.  She wriggled against me and said: "Good!"

	My erection had subsided when I discovered she was in pain, however now she 
was no longer evincing pain and I was enjoying the warm water, the 
togetherness, and the feel of her naked skin against mine.  My little 
soldier was soon knocking at her sore door.  She shifted her head to my 
shoulder and grinned a little at me, while asking: "Is that you knocking 
back there?"

I did my best to look chivalrous, rather than drunken, horny, and frustrated 
as I responded: "Um hmm."

Obviously, my best effort wasn't fooling anyone.  Her grin disappeared and 
she said: "I'm sorry.  It just really hurt.  We both thought it was gonna be 
really good, but...  I just can't.  It still hurts!"

Again, trying to be the gallant lover, I gave her a peck on the forehead and 
assured her: "It's okay.  I like just holding you when you're naked.  Heck, 
I even like holding you when you're not naked.  But this is kinda nice, 
isn't it?"  She wriggled against me, gave me a peck on the cheek and it was 
her turn to: "Um hmmm."

Then she added: "But you're still really horny aren't you?"

I couldn't have denied that if I had wanted to, but it came just a little 
hangdoggedly: "Ummm.  Yeah.  Kinda."

The frustration was obvious on her face as she reached to touch my cheek.  
"I'm sorry, but we're not going back in there, tonight.  I'm really raw."

Ever the optimist and still horny and drunk, what I wanted to ask was: "Can 
I stick it up your ass?"  Fortunately I had just enough control to make it 
came out: "Could you take me in your bottom?"

Her eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped.  "How?  We don't have any lube and 
if it hurt that much in the front door, your never gonna..."  Confusion 
overtook her ability to communicate in her still drunken state.

Horniness is a great motivator and I improvised with: "We can use soap.  
I'll get myself all slippery and you can slip right over me and we won't 
stroke, we'll just sit with me inside you and cuddle and kiss and be 
together.  How about that?  Okay?"

She didn't look too convince, but she was game.  "Okay, but let me do it and 
if it hurts, we're just gonna quit.  Okay?"

I was perfectly happy with that idea.  She moved off of me, so I bridge my 
groin out of the tub and at the same time apply a significant layer of soap 
to the organ of her impalement.  I did my absolute best and encouraged her 
to identify some areas where she thought I could have applied more.  When 
she was convinced I was as slippery as I was going to be, she moved to 
straddle me.  I suggested she soap her hand, so she wouldn't be removing any 
of the slipperiness while she was lining me up for entry.  She agreed and 
was quickly in position.  She moved very slowly down, so I could really feel 
the stretching of her sphincter muscle and we both gasped as it clamped 
around the bottom of the glans of my penis.  She held position and 
admonished me: "Don't move... Just let me do it!"

"I'm doing my best.  If you need more soap, I could try to apply some more." 
I said, trying to helpful.

Tawny wasn't paying any attention to what I said.  Her eyes were closed and 
she was gritting her teeth and hissing through them ever so slightly.  
Again, she emphasized: "Just let me do it!"   She opened her eyes to stare 
at the ceiling for a moment and then took a huge breath and started to 
impale herself a bit further on me.  She was panting fit to please a Lamaze 
instructor, short shallow breaths, with each exhale 'poofing' from her lips. 
  She kept up a slow downward progress, her eyes tightly shut, occasionally 
stopping to whimper something like: "It's peppery!  It's peppery!  Oooh!  It 
stings a little.  <pant>  <pant> <long breath>  Okay!"  Then in her normal 
voice: "It's okay, now!"  And the downward progress would start again.  
Never the athlete, my muscles were getting tired of holding my groin out of 
the water.  I was sorely tempted to push upward into her, but I didn't want 
to ruin the progress we had made so far.  Eventually her perineum came in 
contact with my pubic bone and she opened her eyes, smiled at me and said:  
"Let's get in the water, okay?  It's cold out here!"

Doing my best to imitate the operator of a lift bridge and just because I 
liked the words in a sexual context, I assured her: "Going Down!"  Slowly I 
lowered us to the bottom of the tub and Tawny did her best to pant and 
whimper until my legs were under us and she was sitting on my thighs.  I sat 
up and we kissed and hugged for several minutes.

After a bit, Tawny leaned back with her hands on my calves and asked: "Can 
you fell that?"  Her sphincter muscle rode up and down a small part of my 
penis and I assured her I could feel it.  "Don't move!  Let me do this!"  
Her right hand left my leg and reached between her legs.  She began to 
gently play with herself.  Unfortunately, the coordination required to 
support herself, play with herself and try to squeeze my penis with her anal 
sphincter, all the same time had disappeared long before.  Her left arm 
started to shake and she was just able to catch herself before she went over 
backward against the plumbing at the other end of the tub.  Frustration was 
obvious on her face as she mumbled: "Well, that isn't gonna work!"

We cuddled for a little bit.  Then she announced: "I'm getting cold."  When 
sitting on my thighs, a lot of her upper torso was clear of the water and 
the breeze from the window, however slight, was quite cool.

I being the lowest one in the tub, with my penis tightly held in the 
glorious warmth of her most intimate orifice, came up with a response of: 
"I'm in heaven!"

Tawny giggled just the slightest and told me: "Well you can come back.  Let 
me up and I'm gonna get dressed."  Then her eye's widened as she began her 
upward movement.  "Wait!  Wait!  <big exhale>  Let me do it!"  She took a 
big breath and began a slow continuous removal from my penis.  When we were 
separated again, she heaved a huge sigh and stepped out of the tub.  She 
began to dry herself and looked down at me.  I hadn't made any move to leave 
the tub as she was doing her best to take up as much standing room as 
possible.  Mock seriously, she shook her finger at me and said: "You clean 
up that mess or I'm not going to let you back in.  Use a washcloth and do a 
really good job or your not going to get back in my bottom."

I shook my head and asked: "But if it's gonna go back in your..."

Tawny cut me off with: "No!  I mean it now!"  She pulled the washcloth from 
the over flow and rung it out.  "If you wanna put it in my bottom you've 
gotta clean it really well.  I don't wanna put it in my mouth, right now, 
but if I wanted to, I want it clean enough to suck, okay?"

Now how many guys would bother to work through the logic of her statement?  
Or honestly tell their girlfriend they weren't going to do it?  Novice 
though I might be with a washcloth, I knew the basic principal and was more 
than anxious to see that I did work that would match her expectations.

While I was busy gently scrubbing away, she leaned down and managed to give 
me a sloppy, deep kiss.   I'm circumcised, so I didn't think it really gonna 
take all that long.  I should have expected something was up, but being 
drunk, horny, and absorbed in the task at hand, I truly wasn't thinking any 
further than the end of my penis.   She quickly stood up, bent over the 
chair that held our clothes and asked, "Where's you key?"

I, very helpfully, told her it was in my shirt pocket.  I bridged myself out 
of the water and asked: "Is this good for you?"

Tawny's eye's twinkled as she turned around with my room key in her hand.  
Then she frowned and pointed at an imaginary smear and said: "No way!  Do it 
again.  And do a really good job.  I want it really clean!"

I lowered myself back in the tub and diligently tried to find the offending 
area of what I was sure was a well-washed organ.

She bent slowly over the chair again, grabbed up everything on it and made a 
really short dash for the door.  She was out of the tub room in a flash.  
She stopped to grin at me and say: "I'll see you in the room."  She slammed 
the door and I could hear her giggling until the men's room door slammed 
shut behind her.

I shook my head and decided that I was probably clean enough by now.  I put 
my soap in its plastic box and looked around me.  I had no clothes, no 
towel, and though my watch was in my pants pocket, neither of which was now 
in sight, I knew it was getting later, as I could hear a lot more activity 
out in the parking lots.  I had a soggy washcloth, but that wasn't going to 
be a whole lot of help.  I let the water out of the tub and checked to see 
who might be outside the tub room.  With luck, I might be able to steal a 
towel or borrow a jacket.  No one was around.  That was a mixed blessing, I 
guess.  I check the shower stalls, on the off chance that Tawny might have 
tossed my clothes or a towel into one of them.  Down deep, of course, I knew 
she had departed far too quickly for that.

"Okay!" I told myself,  "No one's gonna think much about a guy wandering 
around the men's room naked, but once I hit the hall, I'd better enjoy 
streaking."  I peaked out and sure enough there were an amorous couple just 
coming down the hall toward me.  Being situated in the corner, I was going 
to have to be at least half way into the hall before I could see if anyone 
was walking toward me in the crossing hallway.  I waited a few minutes more 
and stuck my top half out of the door.  The hallway was clear in both 
directions and I made a sprint for my room, only a short distance away.

I was there in no time.  The door was shut.  Therefore, it was locked.  For 
security all dorm doors lock when they are shut.  You have to have a key to 
open the door.  Mine was in my room, with my girlfriend.  I knocked as 
discretely as I could.  I sure didn't want the guys next door to think it 
might be their door and come to see who was there.

No answer.  Damn!  I knocked a little louder.  Then a lot louder.

Tawny's giggle called out: "Who is it?"

Shit!  "It's me!  Open the door."

Another drunken giggle.  "Who's me?"

Not thinking too clearly, I could only repeat: "It's me!"

Tawny was enjoying this moment to the fullest.  "Is it my lover?"

"YES!  Open the door."

"Is it my lover who's wants to put his thing in my bottom while I play with 
myself?"

"YES!  Open the door."

"Is it my lover who's gonna take revenge for my little trick on him?"

"YES!  Open the door."

"Sorry!  Wrong answer."

"Okay!  I'm sorry.  I promise!  No revenge!"

"You promise?"

YES!  Let me in!"

"Are you absolutely certain?  No revenge?"

"Yes!  I promise."   Shit!  Another couple was just coming up the stairs at 
the end of the hall and I recognized him as one of the guys who lived on the 
other end of the floor.  They would have to come right past me.

At that moment, Tawny decided she had had enough fun and the door was swung 
wide.  I jumped with a speed that would have made Superman proud and wound 
up losing my footing, when the small area rug just inside my door slid under 
the impetus of my jump.  Tawny slammed the door shut.  It was immediately 
obvious that she had undressed again and was wearing only a bath towel.  She 
dramatically tossed this to the end of the room and pounced on me, as I 
tried to lever myself back off the floor.  She pressed her mouth to mine and 
I surrendered to a huge, sloppy, long-lasting kiss, which led to another and 
another.   I had been going to at least pretend to be angry with her, but 
she was giggling so much, and well...  No harm had been done and it's really 
hard to be angry with a lapful of happy, giggly, horny, naked young woman.  
By the time I started to play with her privates while we kissed, she stopped 
me, to say: "I made us each another drink.  Let's sit in the chair together 
and kiss and hug and have our drink and then we can 'do it.'  Okay?"

It sounded damn good to me and I told her so, as soon as I could get my 
tongue out of her mouth.  She pushed me into the chair and crawled into my 
lap facing me, with a drink in each hand and her legs sticking out over the 
arms of the chair.  Fortunately it was padded well enough that this was 
actually fairly comfortable for both of us.  She had made some strong drinks 
and I figured these would definitely have to be sippers.

She took a strong pull on her drink, set it on the table next to the chair, 
and then had an attack of the giggles.  I followed suit and held her close.  
"That was a dirty trick!" I told her.  The big grin on my face took any 
upset that might have been inside of me out of my voice.

She took her drink off the table, took another large pull and peeked at me 
over the rim of the glass.  "I thought it was funny" she said and giggled, 
some more.

"I'll bet you did!"  I told her, trying and mostly failing to avoid giggling 
along with her.

"Did anyone see you?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so.  It was pretty close there at the end, but I don't 
think anyone saw much of me."

She finished her drink, put the glass on the table, and reached between us 
to grab hold of my semi-erect penis.

"Ahhhh!  That's cold!" came out of my mouth.  She had purposely been holding 
onto her glass, cold from the ice cubes and cola that had been in it.

She giggled again and pulled my penis up against my belly to stroke me until 
I was firmly erect.  She got out of my lap with a big grin.  She swayed for 
a moment in front of me and informed me.  "Unh uhh!  You can't put it in my 
bottom if you haven't finished your drink.  I want you to show me you 
appreciate my making a drink for you!"

I stood up and prepared to chug the remainder of the drink.  Tawny had 
walked backwards to the desk drawer where we kept our love making supplies.  
Again her voice taunted me: "Unh  Unh Uhhhhhh!  You gotta be sitting down.  
It doesn't count if you're standing up.  Pleeeeease?"  She took out the 
container of lube we used for anal sex and waved it at me.  "Pretty 
Pleeease?"

I didn't really know what she was after this time, but it was obviously 
getting close to the "big moment" so I decided it was going to be a lot 
easier to play along.  I sank back down, tossed down my drink, tried to get 
my breath back after the effect of the huge shot of alcohol and waited to 
see what she was up to.

Tawny giggled some more, walked the few steps to where I sat and then bent 
so her head was level with mine.  "Did you do are really good job of 
cleaning up your thingy?"

"Yeaaahh!" I assured her.

"A really, really good job?  It is clean enough to put in my mouth if I 
wanna?"

"Yeaaahh!  If you wanted to..."

"Well I hope so, 'cause I wanna."  And with that, she put the lube on the 
table next to us and plopped down on her knees.  She tried to take my penis 
in her mouth while I sat deeply in the chair but the angle was uncomfortable 
for her.  I tried to slide forward so I was sitting on the edge of the 
chair, but I had gotten a bit sweaty and wound up slipping off, just barely 
avoiding falling on top of her.

"Um... I guess you're gonna have to either stand up or lie down.  Is that 
okay?" Tawny asked, with big round eyes.

I lurched to my feet and presented my little soldier for her inspection.  
"No problem.  That's the easy part.

She took my in one hand and made quick short strokes at the base of my 
penis, holding me in the circle of her thumb and forefinger.  Her other hand 
caressed my buttocks.  At the same time she took the head of my penis in her 
mouth and began to rapidly tongue the sensitive underside. I had been mostly 
erect since she first tried to suck me, but I was hard as steel with this 
treatment.  Once she was satisfied that I was at my peak, she put her other 
hand on my butt and began to rock back and forth taking more and more of me 
into her mouth.   Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, adding that pressure to 
the instroke and occasionally on the outstroke.   She watched my face to see 
my reactions to her efforts.

I put a hand on her head and began to set a rhythm for her.  Tawny shook her 
head and pulled her mouth off of me.  "Don't do that.  I won't use my hands, 
but don't push my head.  If you hit the back of my mouth, I'm probably gonna 
puke.  I wanna suck you but just for a little bit, okay?"  It seemed like a 
simple price to pay for a very well intended blowjob.  I pulled my hand away 
and just leaned my hips toward her a little more.  Soon she was groaning and 
slobbering all over my penis and I was really enjoying her efforts.  She was 
trying to play with herself with one hand now, but the coordination skill 
was too much for her, once again.  I started to think I might be enjoying 
her efforts just a little too much.

"You don't want me to come in your mouth, I suppose?" I asked her.

Tawny pulled her mouth off me just long enough to say: "Unh uh!"  Then she 
was back to sucking and slobbering and staring up into my eyes while she 
kept up that wonderful rhythm with her whole body.

"Well, where do you want me to come?  Cause this is feeling really good!  
Ummm..."

She pulled off with an audible pop and wiped her chin, before slurring: "In 
my bottom."

"Well, maybe we better switch over to that.  Is that okay?"

"Okay!"  Tawny leaned backward and tried to roll to her hands and knees.  
Her legs got tangled up in themselves and she wound up falling to the floor. 
  She rolled onto her tummy, got everything working again, and got herself 
up to her hands and knees.  Then she changed her mind and put her head and 
shoulders on the floor, her legs spread and she began to play with herself.  
  I was enjoying the show and sort forgot that I was supposed to be part of 
this action.  She stopped, came back up to all fours and then pointed to the 
table, to remind me: "Use lots of that... and go real slow.  It's still a 
little bit sore back there."

Being far to drunk to be terribly subtle, I took the cover off the jar of 
lube and simple stuck my penis in as far as it would go.  I came out with a 
respectable coating and some extra as well.  I knelt behind her and gently 
rubbed some of the excess lube into her anus with my thumb.  She let out a 
groan and put her head and shoulders back to the floor.  "Use just a finger 
first, okay?" she asked.

Since that would get some penetration going, I was most agreeable.  I use 
more of the excess to liberally coat my index finger and carefully put just 
the tip inside her.  Tawny groaned again and grabbed me with her sphincter 
muscle.  "Let me do it.  Just hold it still and let me do it."

I did my best to keep my finger steady while she rocked her hips slowly back 
and forth.  Each backward pass taking a little more of my finger each time.  
Soon my entire finger was inside her.  Her muscles cramped and squeezed me.  
I could hear a grunt escape her.  We were motionless for a moment and then 
she relaxed.  "Okay, try to work it back and forth just a little and then we 
can use two fingers."  At that point, her fingers became active again.  She 
quickly became more relaxed and my middle finger joined my index finger at 
full length in her rectum in no time.  I buttfucked her slowly with my 
fingers until she told me: "That's goooood! Okay!  I need the real thing 
now."

I made a long arm to grab the Kleenex off the table behind me and wiped my 
fingers before I presented myself to her ready asshole.  I was hard as could 
be and quickly placed the tip of my penis in her distended opening.  "Okay" 
I said, "You drive."  She began to rock her hips back to me, impaling 
herself a tiny bit more each time.

I couldn't take the overload of pleasure in the hot clenching journey into 
her rectum silently.  "Ahhh!  You are so hot.  It's so good!  It's just so 
good!"

The liquor and the naughtiness of our actions and her hand between her legs 
overcame Tawny's normal quietness.  "Are you fucking my in my little 
butthole?"

"Yes!  Right in your butthole!"

"Do you like buttfucking me?"

"Yes!  I wanna buttfuck you every day and every night."

"Do I have a tight asshole?  Is it tight enough for you?"

The dirty talk and the urge to "FUCK" were too strong and I began to plow 
into her as if I was taking her vaginally and roughly even for that.

"Your asshole is really tight.  You're hot and tight and I love fucking you 
in the ass!"

Her breathing was shallow and coming in shallow, panting breaths in time 
with our rhythm.  "Do you wanna cum in my ass?  Am I gonna make you cum?"

"I'm gonna cum in your ass!  I'm gonna fill you asshole full of my cream!  
Your asshole that no other man has ever had, is gonna be filled with my 
essence!   I'm gonna fuck you till you're full of my cum!"

Her voice took on a whiny begging tone and her hand in her privates was 
almost a blur of activity.  "Please cum?"  Please cum in my asshole?  I'm 
gonna cum and I want us to cum together.  Please cum with me?  Please, 
please, cum in my ass... NOWWWW?"  She craned her head around to look at me. 
  Her eyes were bulging out and her mouth was a huge OH.   She was barely 
able to pant and she was nodding her head in tiny short jerks trying to tell 
me it was really NOW!

That put me over the edge.   "I'm gonna cum...  I'm cumming in your asshole. 
  I'm cumming."  And I was.  It felt like part of my soul was being blown 
out of my penis, I came so hard.  I was dizzy and panting and practically 
spastic by the time I finished hosing her guts with my load.   We both 
collapsed and had just enough energy to roll over on our backs with her head 
on my shoulder.

When we were both able to breathe, somewhat normally, Tawny said: "Umm...  I 
think I need some of that Kleenex."  I pulled a couple of tissues from the 
box that had wound up on the floor on the side of my body opposite her.  My 
hand was halfway to her when she grabbed them from me and they disappeared 
toward her bottom.

A short moment later, there was just a bit of embarrassment in her voice as 
she said: "Ummm... I think I'm gonna need some more."  I passed over a 
couple more and those followed the first two.  There was a bit of amazement 
in Tawny's voice, now: "Just give me the box!  What were you doing back 
there?  It's pouring out of me.  Gosh...  and I'm gonna have to go to the 
little girl's room."

I gave her a peck on the forehead and said: "Sounds good.  I think I'll go 
take a shower, while your down at the other end."  Tawny put her panties 
back on, with a generous wad of Kleenex acting like a panty liner.  She 
didn't want to try to wiggle in and out of her tight jeans, so she borrowed 
one of my t-shirts that covered her as well as any of her short skirts.

I threw on my bathrobe, grabbed a clean towel, and found my room key.  I 
gave her the room key and asked: "You aren't going to make me stand out in 
the hall again are you?"

She snickered and said: "Not with your robe on, that wouldn't be any fun."

I did a very good job of cleaning myself.  Tawny did let me back in without 
any fussing and we kissed and cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms.  
I woke up the next morning with my penis in her mouth and, a short time 
later; she treated me to a rare occurrence of her letting me cum in her 
mouth.  As soon as I was completely done ejaculating, she wriggled out of 
bed, spit out her mouthful into some Kleenex.  She bent over to get at my 
little refrigerator.  Even though I had just had a terrific blowjob, I felt 
a thrill of desire as I was treated to a rear view of her charms.  She 
straightened up, and tuned around while rinsing her mouth with a quick swig 
of Coke, straight from the bottle.  She looked for a moment as if she were 
looking for somewhere to spit, then shrugged her shoulders and swallowed.  
She popped a breath mint from her purse, took a deep breath, and announced 
that I was taking her to breakfast (well, lunch by this time) and not to the 
cafeteria.  I had enough left in my entertainment budget to cover the likely 
cost and it sounded like a real good idea at the time.  Especially when she 
did her best to wiggle her hips and suggested I should build up my strength 
as her vagina was going to be "all better" and looking for a little action, 
tonight.

I did.  We did.  Sometimes, "life is good!"