1. Sex Lessons in Chastity Hall


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    knock over my desk in the rush to find a tube of lube. About 8 PM on Friday my phone chimes. "Hi," Wendy whispers. "Is this the Big Bad Wolf?" "Yes," I whisper back. "Did you really mean what you said about ‘showing me things I've never seen’?” "Absolutely!” "Can I come over?" "Anytime," I tell her, redirecting a pile of dirty laundry from my bed to the closet floor. “But right now is good.” "In about an hour?" "Just knock twice, and say it's Little Red Riding Hood." When we disconnect, my heart is pounding the way it does when I take off downfield on the first pass-play of a football game. An hour later, there’s a hesitant knock at the door. "Mister Wolf?" a nervous voice asks. On an impulse, I swing the door open and I sweep the girl standing outside into my arms, kissing her passionately. It's not Little Red Riding Hood. It is Wendy. She resists for an instant, then returns my kiss with pent-up passion. When I open my eyes, I see two girls gawking in astonishment. Breaking off, I lower Wendy back to floor. "Geeze," they whisper, “That’s hot!" "Um… Jason," Wendy stammers, a deep blush rising in her cheeks. "These are my friends Mary and Liz." It would be a stretch to call them beautiful. Attractive? Yes. In a plain vanilla sort of way. Mary is a redhead, Wendy and Liz are brunettes. They all wear clothes that reveal next to nothing about their figures. Nor do they seem acquainted with eye liner, mascara, foundation, luminizers or even lipstick. But their eyes sparkle at ...
    me from behind bashful smiles. I usher them in, thankful that as a Resident Advisor, I have a small suite with a separate bedroom. "The real Mary, I presume," I say approaching the redhead, lifting her into my arms, and planting a kiss on her cheek. She squirms, giggles, then grabs the back of my head and presses her lips against mine in an awkward, but affectionate kiss that she seems reluctant to end. With our lips locked, I can’t help but wonder if what I know from experience about natural blondes goes for redheads as well. Maybe I’ll find out tonight. Mary has a little more heft than Wendy, but is still on the petite side. Liz is the full-figured member of the trio. She is only a few inches shorter than me, and when I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close, she thrusts her breasts against my chest. I don’t try to lift Liz into my arms, but I can’t help but fantasize how my cock would feel riding in the valley of her ample cleavage. I'd expected Wendy to be alone, but when faced with a new challenge, I always try to rise to the occasion, so to speak. I gather them around me, and sink onto one knee, like a quarterback in a football huddle. In the United States, evangelical roots may be deep. Devotion to football is even deeper. The football playbook is the gospel by the prestige of U.S. colleges and universities rise or fall each Autumn weekend. The huddle is football’s most sacred ritual. The three women respond to being drawn into my huddle by looking down at me ...
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