Robert Vickers
The coed_s wild field trip
CHAPTER ONE
"I think I'd really like to feel those hot lips of yours sucking on my cock," Frank told Virginia. He chuckled a little as she blushed. She was such a hot bush he could hardly keep his erect prick inside his pants. It was really hurting him and bad.
"That's gross," she primly told him. The heat of her embarrassment was slowly fading but still the way he'd so boldly approached her rankled her. The very, idea!
"No, it's not. I think it would be fun. You look like a Grade A cock sucking chick to me. Am I wrong?"
"YES!" she flared.
He laughed again. That made her even more uncomfortable. There, was something about him that both repulsed and attracted her. She didn't understand what it was. He was attractive. One of the handsomest guys in any of her college classes, in fact. She knew that any of the other girls along on this geology field trip would have fallen all over themselves to get a chance at Frank's long cock.
At least, she thought his prick was huge. If the bulge in his jeans was any indication, it was a monster.
Not that Virginia had had much experience in guessing how big that prick was likely to be. She wasn't the least bit familiar with such thing. Nice girls didn't fool around.
She was a nice girl.
"Do you have to study hard?" he asked, innocently.
"What do you mean?" She was really uncomfortable with Frank. He made her feel unclean. The way he looked at her left no question in her mind what perverted things he wanted to do to her.
"I mean, do you have to study hard to be such a prick teaser?"
"I never!"
"No, you never put out. And that's about all you never do, damn it! How can any normal guy see you sitting there in that skin tight pair of jeans and not get a hard-on? Hell, I could call heads or tails if you stuck a dime in your back pocket. But you won't do that. Know why? You couldn't fit even a thin dime back there in that pocket!"
"My clothing is no concern of yours."
He went on as if he hadn't heard her. "And that work shirt you're almost wearing isn't helping any."
His hot breath gusted across her tits as he raved on.
Self-consciously, she looked down at her shirt. Sure, it was unbuttoned two buttons. But all the girls wore them that way. And if she had a better set of jugs than any of the other chicks out on this field trip, was that her fault? She couldn't help it if her tits were bigger, finer, more desirable to men's animal instincts.
"And no bra," he finished. "God, the way those nipples of yours poke through that cloth is downright criminal."
She tried to pull back a little from the cloth of her shirt as if it were suddenly hot. It was too tight. Her nipples continued to press into the thin fabric. The tiny mushrooms were obvious, that she had to agree about. But so what? He didn't have to get turned on by it. It wasn't her fault if he couldn't control himself. After all, she was just wearing the same type of clothes the other girls were.
"Hell with you," he stormed, struggling to turn in the van. The bedrolls and supplies were in his way but he managed to climb over the mountain of equipment and into the very back of the van where Virginia's best friend, Phyllis, was sitting and looking out the rear window.
Virginia wasn't sure how to take Frank. He was handsome but the way he expected all the chicks to jump through a hoop bothered her. It bothered her almost as much as her obscene desire to do whatever he ordered her to do.
But she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't go to bed with a man. Not until they were married. That was what her parents told her nice girls did.
Looking back over the mound of equipment, she was just able to see the tops of the other two's heads. Then Phyllis' vanished. Curious, Virginia managed to work herself around a little and peer around the supplies.
She gasped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing; Phyllis was actually running Frank's zipper down. And when his cock snapped out, long and hard and ugly red she almost cried out. She had to warn her friend not to do anything wrong.
She'd only known Phyllis a few weeks since the semester had started but Virginia felt as if she'd been friends with the raven-haired girl for years and years. She just wished Phyllis could have gone through the four years of high school with her. Those had been such lonely times. No one had understood her. All the boys were absolutely perverted like Frank and all of them wanted only one thing to fuck her.
Phyllis seemed to understand. Together, the start of college had been less of a hassle. Virginia actually felt as if she belonged at long last. The two of them could kick the world. But not now.
Virginia started to cry out, but couldn't. She watched as her friend's ruby lips kissed lightly on the very tip of Frank's prick. The girl worked her lips around the very end of that quivering cock until she'd taken the entire glans into her mouth.
Making obscene sucking noises, she worked her way down the prick until the spying girl was sure she'd have to choke to death. She not only didn't, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
"God," Frank said, "I love the way your hot mouth moves all around my cock. You're an angel, baby, a living angel. Not like that frigid bitch of a roommate of yours."
"Ummmm," was all the comment the sucking girl made. Virginia could see the look of rapture on the girl's face as she used her tongue all around the very tip of the jerking prick.
What was it that made her friend do that? She looked as if she was actually enjoying sucking on that ugly cock!
"Want me to kiss your balls?" she said.
"Baby, do anything you want. You know all the moves, yeah! Oh, yeah! That's the way. Go on down on me. God, this is tooooo much!"
It almost was for the spying coed. She was getting a real eyeful. The sight was so gross it made her sick to her stomach. But she couldn't force herself to turn away.
There was something, almost hypnotic about watching her friend give this stud head. He was slowly leaning back against the equipment; his hands shaking a little bit as he ran them through the girl's glossy hair.
"Love it to death," he commanded. His hands laced through the girl's hair and he began guiding her head up and down his prick in the exact motion he liked best.
A wet plop and the girl said, "Don't hold back, Frank. If you feel like coming, do it! I love the taste of a man's jizz. There's nothing finer in the whole Goddamn world!"
"I can't believe it. Most chicks hate it when a guy comes in their mouth. But you want it, do you? You got it!"
Virginia watched a lewd smile cross her friend's face, then she couldn't see the details very well. The face was pressed firmly into the man's groin. The loud sucking and kissing noises filled the back of the van. The hiss of the air rushing by outside was drowned out. She worried that Dr. Preston might hear and stop the van. How could she alibi her best friend out of this?
She'd have to tell the truth. Frank had to be forcing Phyllis to do this horrid thing to him. There was no other explanation. She couldn't buy it that Phyllis actually got off a sucking cock.
That wasn't natural!
Yet, she had to admit the way her own cunt was churning. It wasn't natural, either. She felt the thin flow of cunt juice leaking from her pussy. In spite of this unnatural act being performed where she could see it, she was getting turned on. Hating to admit it, she rubbed hard across her crotch hoping the deliciously sinful feelings would go away.
They didn't. If anything, the feel of her own hand working all over her pussy made them worse.
She found she couldn't stop herself from masturbating once she got started. The sexy sight in front of her somehow stoked her inner fires. She was burning up inside. Her cunt was oozing out its oil faster and faster. Her hand almost flew over the rough exterior of her denim-covered crotch.