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Wendy Takes a Shot of Vanilla Part two
The phone rang. It was 3 AM on Thursday. The boy awoke and fumbled around for it. It was someplace under his hoodie by his desk. He found it and answered it, half rolling away from his sleeping roommate in his bunk so as not to wake him.
"Mmnnn Hello?"
"Hello Vic! How is my nice hunk of Vanilla dick?" It was Wendy. She was horny, excited, and on the phone.
"I'm good," he said trying to keep his voice down, "what are you doing? It’s a little after three,"
"I am thinking about you; about your cock, and about being fucked by you. I'm thinking about your smell and the taste of your cum (giggle)," Wendy replied matter of factly back to him, "and I am sooooo hor-r-r-r-r-n-e-e-e! I could just SCREAM! I need your cock and I need to feel the splash of your cum on my face; down my neck, over my tits, and way up in my cunt! I'm jonezin for you cum, lover!"
"You like the way it smells n tastes?" Vic asked, (already feeling a twinge of pride despite being tired as hell at being wakened at such an early hour).
"You know it! I'm addicted the smell n taste if you haven't guessed, and I'm addicted to you if you haven't guessed! Did you notice something about your laundry the other day?"
"Mmmm yeah! Somebody came into my room, snatched all my dirty laundry from the hamper beside my bed, and left with it!"
"They DID?" Wendy said in mock surprise, "there's simply no trusting anyone. So then what happened?"
"A few hours later," Vic replied, "they broke back into my room and placed all the laundry on my bed neatly folded."
"Did they leave anything else?" Wendy asked.
"YEAH! Under my pillow was a lady's red thong."
"And did you smell it?"
"Yeah I did," he answered, "it smelt like it had been soaked in sweat and pussy juice."
"It is," Wendy replied, "and it was! I did an hour of treadmill at the gym. I worked-out for two hours also and then went into the ladies room and masturbated. I frigged my cunt hard sitting on the toilet and even shoved my thong up inside my pussy while I fingered my clit and g-spot. When I blew my girlie load into the toilet, I drenched that thong!"

"So you did all this with my laundry and that thong? How... and why?"
"Why... because I like camping out in your head just like you are camping out in mine lover! Oh it wasn't hard getting the key to your dorm room. I know Valerie at the housing office and she owes me a favor... I got the master key and got your door open while you were at class. Remember my job means that have access to your student schedule!" Vic couldn't believe what he was hearing. Wendy continued,
"Of course I did all your laundry and folded it. I took the liberty of smelling everything that had your funk and scent on them; every nasty article of clothing got my nose and lips. I simply love your funk! I left that soiled soaked thong where I knew you'd find it. So you sniffed it?"
"Yeah," said Vic pulling the thong out from under his pillow and bringing it to his nose, “I did." His hand went down his underwear and found his cock. He began to stroke himself.
"Are you smelling it now?"
"I am," he answered.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked.
"Yeah," he told her truthfully, "I'm doin' it."
"Good," said Wendy, "you know what I am doing?"
"No???" he replied; finding the rhythm and the pace he found helpful to get things going down there.
"My pussy is all soaked because I just shoved your swim speedo up inside it. I am smelling it now and fingering my clit. My pussy is oh so nasty from being poked but I want you poking it Vic. Will you come to my party tomorrow night and cum for me; in me, and on me? I need you. Can you do that baby?"
"Yeah," Vic said as he huffed in the scent of the mature financial guidance counselor's puss juices from the thong; his hand a blur on his shaft," you know I am going to do that."
"Good," Wendy replied, "you want to get that speedo back from me?" She had her playful "kitten voice" on and was a whispering tickle of tease and mischief into the phone.
"MMMmmm yeah," said Vic beating his bishop and remembering her mouth, hands, and pussy upon his cock, balls, and face.
"All you have to do is come by tonight and pick it up lover."
"Mmm what about your husband," Vic remembered.
"He's gone. He is on his trip. I'll be here tonight at the house and soooooo alone!"
"Ok... but I have class in the mo…"

"Baby, not to worry; I'll get you to school. (giggle) You think I don't know where it is?" Vic snorted in reply and kept stroking himself. Wendy huffed in the scent of the speedo and stroked her clit. She rotated her hips around in a lewd hula on the bed, lying on her side as a strange long black cock split her puss-hole opening. A set of black hands pinched and rubbed her nipples from behind as she set the speedo down and spoke into the phone.
"Do something for me baby?" she pleaded.
"Ok?" replied Vic.
"Cum for me while I cum here! Shoot your vanilla from your cock and think of me!"
"Unnhh ...Ok Wendy," he answered,” no problem babe!"
The whole thing lasted a filthy seven minutes. VIc sniffed the thong and Wendy frigged her clit and urged him on over the phone; all the while the black cock plowed her quim and the black hands twisted and tweaked her nipples into hard aching hardened nubs! At last with a muffled gasp, Vic shot a geyser of nut butter into a Kleenex while Wendy shrieked and bawled her way through a head-shaker of an orgasm. She whispered feebly into the phone,
"That was lovely darling! Think about me in class today... and be at my place tonight at six alright?"
"Six tonight," Vic replied. He was on the edge of drifting off to sleep. She kissed the phone and told him, "Good night," before they both hung up. She then turned her attention to the nineteen year old black groundskeeper who'd just made her cum and nearly drench the bed in her own pussy piddle!
"Ok darling," she said to the strong black buck, "and now -back to you!"
She fell on him and smothered his chest in kisses. She slowly worker her way down his belly, down past his navel; slowly tracing her lips in the direction of his big black cock which pointed at the ceiling like veiny throbbing telegraph pole. He shook his head at her incredulously.
"You just called some white boy at three in the morning while I fucked you?" Marcus asked her. He still hadn't cum yet. She'd been edging him all night but not letting him blow his load.
"I did," she said taking a playful suck from the tip of his penis while fondling his balls, "and I want to thank you for getting me off again lover!"
"Girl, you're crazy... and I gotta bust a nut!"
"Absolutely certifiable!” she acknowledged, “and crazy for cum to boot... now sit back! I've been bringing you to the edge all night, now I'm gonna push you over it, and all you gotta do is give me all that lovely salty ball-sauce stored up in your nuts!"

It had been an interesting Wednesday afternoon for Wendy just a few hours earlier. She'd left work quite early, (she had the discretionary hours and complained to her coworkers of a pounding headache). When she arrived at home, her hubby had already left for the airport on his next business trip. He'd actually taken an earlier flight.
"Good," she thought as she read his note, "he won't be wanting one of his famous goodbye quickies where he blows his load in me after three strokes and then leaves me high n' dry!"
She then glanced out the sliding glass doors spying Marcus the groundskeeper as he worked the hedges around the pool. It was hot and his shirt was off. Black sinewy muscles rippled under his skin. Wendy licked dry lips and felt a tingle at her crotch as she observed the movements of the sable black buck. The time was right and the coast was clear. She'd been putting this off for weeks.
The first point of order was to get out of that corporate business skirt and long jacket. When she came down the stairs not five minutes later; gone were the sensible grey-green tweeds and the business black heels (replaced by a stunning orange micro-kini thong and matching "fuck-me" stilettos). Marcus couldn't help but turn around as she stepped out by the pool. He noticed her and then some, but continued his work.
Wendy smiled and waved from behind a set of "dangerously dark" sunglasses. Marcus returned her wave and continued pruning. A moment later his better judgment caught up with him and he reached for his shirt.
"Oh no don't do that Marcus dear!" shouted Wendy from across the pool in mock alarm and concern, "it’s way too hot out sweetie - you're fine!"
"Alright," he acknowledged, "I just thought I'd be out here alone."
"You just go along and work," she replied, "don't mind me. Pretend I'm not here; I won't be any trouble for you. (giggle) I'm completely non-judgmental and harmless!" The lie rolled off her tongue with the ease of warm honey dribbled liberally onto toast. She was as harmless as spear gun in a bouncy castle but her graceful manner immediately put him at ease. The shirt stayed on the ground and the show went on for her.
She studied him as a butcher appraises a slab of finely marbled meat; watching bone and flesh dance before her. She wagered a guess as to how all that taught muscle would feel crushing down upon her; how that strong chin would feel gnawing her neck; how those two powerful hands with their elongated fingers would feel pawing her body and groping her breasts, her buttocks, her sex. He was power, he was strength, he was youth, and he was "next" on her list.
She rose to her feet, kicked off her heels, and dove in the pool for an ostensibly cooling dip. The eyes of the black youth witnessed the whole performance behind dark glasses of his own as he pretended to work. The dance had begun.

She swam to his end of the pool then back to her starting point. She pushed herself up out of the water; hoisting herself up onto the concrete deck with two weight-trained arms. As her ass cleared the water she hovered a bit as though she were having difficulty heaving herself onto dry land. It was all fakery of course (she was more than strong enough but her movements made her pooch her ass out as flailed herself onto the deck). The result was that Marcus got more than enough of an eyeful of that gorgeous rump from across the pool at the hedge. She was good.
She stepped back to her chair and picked up a bottle of baby oil and began to liberally anoint herself; facing away from him and being sure to give her ass a good slick oily rub down in the glaring afternoon sun. She pulled her ass cheeks apart and slid an oily hand down in between before then applying more slippery glop to her front in the area around her Venus mound and her belly. By now she'd noticed Marcus had stopped trimming or pruning or "what-evering." He was just studying (and she was now all about fishing).
She now turned his way but innocently averted her gaze down to her bottle of oil. Her hands slopped oil across her chest then her fingers went underneath her top to do a liberal lubing of her boobies and nippies. Marcus was just thankful for dark glasses as he watched her fingers dance across her tits. He'd not seen now that she was staring right back at him as he ogled her oily tits that were just barely covered by her suit. She was in his head now and she knew it. She made her move.
She stepped a greasy tootsie back into one of her high heels and then attempted to do the same with the other. This was all of course careful choreography on her part but a second later and she'd taken a step back to her lounge chair and gone down in a convincing greasy-thonged tumble of buttocks, legs, a kicked-off high heel, and of course a yelp that sounded as if a fox had been caught in a leg trap! There was of course a fox and a trap involved but the red-headed fox was intent on snaring black cock in a trap of her own design. It worked like a charm.
She'd pulled this routine before, once at the gym and once in a Vegas Casino. In both cases previously, the act immediately drew a male hero to her side in a flash; testosterone, rescues, and reassuring massages. This third time was no exception either.
She'd barely enough time to hit the edge of the deckchair in a carefully executed pratfall before Marcus sprang to her side; scooping her up in his arms and setting her down like a feather on the chair. He immediately went into the role of a "strong powerful masseuse who'd minored in sports medicine" routine as Wendy did her best rendition of a woman "totally vulnerable and helpless," and in need of a "good calming down." Oh... her nerves got a good calming down alright.
No sooner had Marcus gone to work, rubbing and kneading her ankle; then his hands were met by her hers and pulled further up her leg and with a force and strength he'd not counted upon. Eye contact of a "certain quality" was been made. Hushed careful words were exchanged and female lips formulated an offer. Wendy saw a silent nod of acceptance from the boy.
One thing led to another and a trail of work boots, underwear, jeans, high heels, and an electric-orange thong microkini soon led up the stairs to the bedroom. There Wendy was on the bed with Marcus atop her, jack-hammering away between her legs as her feet point to the ceiling and her pretty red head thrashed with joy! After a few minutes their cries and howls joined into one mutually supportive base-note of exquisitely tortured excitement as the young black man and the red-headed MILF experienced together what the French like to refer to as the "little death." Marcus's cock spouted spooging after shuddering hot spooging of junk juice deep into Wendy's pussy-pipe as her cunt dribbled and ran with her own quim drippings down upon the sheets.
That should have been all but oh no! Wendy was not letting the boy get off that easily. As he started to rise, she pulled him back down to the bed; again with a force he'd not reckoned on. That was at three thirty on Wednesday afternoon. Over the next eleven hours she edged him; bringing the boy to the very tip of the orgasmic precipice but never over the other side and giving him release.
There had been plenty of interludes. There'd been drinks from the bar downstairs and edging. There had been pizza delivery and edging. There had been porn on the TV, blowjobs, handjobs, fucking in countless positions; all followed by edging. Each and every-time; Wendy would back off just as Marcus was going to paint her insides (or outsides), with warm salty white-wash.
Now at three AM those balls of his balls felt as big twin congested ostrich eggs. He needed to blow his load desperately. If she didn't let him nut; he was going to push her aside, run to the bathroom and "take matters into his own hands." There was a method to her madness however and as Wendy new that each aborted blowjob; each and every masturbatory misfire; every false start of a cumshot in her cunt-hole meant that Marcus's balls were fuller and fuller with what she loved the most... his cum.
Now as she deep-throated him hard; not pacing, not coaching, not urging prudence or masturbatory moderation, Wendy had him set for an enormous sex-plosion of seed spoutings as her tonsils smashed his cock head-on. In the space of about a minute and a half, she'd milked him to the point of no return and then pushed him violently over the point! Both of the boy's hands desperately found the back of her short red head of hair and like the Zulu warriors of old he let forth his battle cry. He would not be denied this time!
He took her mouth, fucking her head with both hands wrapped around her skull; savagely snarling in triumph. An epic flash flood of gonad gravy gushed into her greedy girl-gulper before she guzzled and gargled the whole load of penile protein pudding straight down to her grateful gullet. Marcus whimpered and thrashed before falling back on the pillows; completely spent.
Wendy crawled up his long black buck form and hung on him like a blanket. She now let him drift off to sleep for a few hours. He'd earned it; after all her hedge looked fabulous, she'd gotten off several times in the last eleven hours, and to help her sleep she had a lovely belly-full of "cum-fort" food.
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In a few hours Marcus was gone; sent on his way back to his home, (happy to have empty balls and a full wallet). Wendy was out the door too, to her job at the university. She'd had a tummy full of black licorice, now she needed another shot of vanilla; that would come tonight.
She'd only had about three hours sleep. No problem for her however. She knew how to stay awake. She skipped panties that morning and sat in her office with the door closed most of the day; her hand up her skirt at her crotch stroking upon herself. She'd only stopped to receive a student here or there; in need of counseling or the odd signature on something. The youngsters who sat in her office that day never realized the classy well-spoken lady in front of them had been diddling herself absolutely rotten below her desk!
It wasn't the first time she'd pulled this stunt and she hadn't merely restricted the pastime to her office with the door closed. It was a trick she'd learned on long cross country drives trying to stay awake and it worked like a charm for her. She'd fiddle and strum away behind the wheel and get herself "close" before backing off; leaving her frustrated but most definitely "alert." She also received appreciative honks she from truckers as they passed and looked down; seeing her skirt pulled up to her belly in the driver's seat as she "stirred the soup" between her thighs. The adoration fueled the shameless exhibitionist in her; keeping her awake with an ego buzz that normally lasted for several hundred miles.
By the afternoon she'd hit her second wind. She'd sleep like a fallen log that night but at three thirty she was stone cold awake and at four PM she was ready to pack her shit up and leave; knowing full well that somewhere out on that campus, Vic was finishing up his classes for the day and in two hours he'd be at her door; hopefully hard-on in hand.
When Vanilla Vic's vintage Volvo pulled into Wendy's drive-way she was waiting for him. Curiously she'd told him to go very casual, almost sloppy; with just some sweat pants and a t-shirt on. She'd been specific about that when she'd texted him just before he left his dorm room. He assumed she merely wanted "easy access" for the evening. He was spot-on with that estimate but he didn't know by just how much!
When he arrived at the doorbell, there was a note on it that said simply, Awwww Vic don't bother knocking, just show yourself in! She knew what a gentleman her bit of young vanilla dick could be. He did as requested. Inside, he found her standing behind the bar martini shaker in hand; mixing two martinis for the both of them.
He'd never had a Martini. He wasn't even certain he liked gin that much. He'd whiffed it in his grandma's gin and tonics and thought they smelled like Nana liked to drink Christmas trees. He wasn't so sure he'd changed his opinion on such things but when Wendy stepped out from behind the bar in her yoga pants and skimpy t-shirt with his drink, he took it and thanked her.
They spent the next twenty minutes on the sofa making small talk and with Wendy snuggling up to him and showing him how to sip a martini properly. She spoke of how important it was to go slow with martinis to maximize the enjoyment and let the "fruity botanicals" tease and tickle his senses, (all while she tickled and teased here and there along his body and up under his loose clothing). Any reservations or formalities were gone; she had her boy-toy in the house and now she was plying him with alcohol, (and powerful shit too). She'd mixed these cocktails with extra gin to make inhibitions melt away like butter in a hot pan!

As they chatted Wendy asked casually if Vic had ever been to the skate park nearby? He reminded her that he was new to the area and didn't even know that a skate park existed near her house as her fingers playfully slipped below the elastic of his pants and traced naughty little finger along his waistline. She giggled and told him it didn't matter; it was in walking distance and she loved running through the skate park on the way to her favorite gym.
"So we are working out tonight?"
"In a manner of speaking but I thought maybe a leisurely stroll might be in order before we come back here to order a little Thai delivery. Sound good? I figure it will be a great way for me to work up an appetite and walk off the buzz from these drinks."
He wondered how this was really something to get all worked up about and have him come over to her place. Going for a walk and then Thai food at her place? Really? ...Why didn't she just fuck him? He had a lot to learn. Things were never what they seemed.
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The walk to the skate park was a brisk one and a quick one. She kept him on her arm the whole way; making eyes and rubbing her hands all over him. In some ways she behaved like a teenage girl on an afternoon with her boyfriend instead of a fifty something woman with a young man she'd seduced only a week before. She batted her eyes shyly and continued to giggle at his comments; once or twice even pretending to blush and demure when he provided her with compliments.
It seemed she liked playing the teen; liked having the guy next to her be strong confident and powerful; liked being helpless as a baby bird. If the difference between their ages had not been so obvious, the two would have looked like a pair of teens heading to the mall for some pizza before going to the movies; all she'd have needed was his letterman jacket or his track hoodie. It was of course all a bit of stagecraft; just as much as the tumble she'd taken the previous afternoon to get Marcus in her bed all night. She knew the value of good theater and its second and third-order effects. She also knew that if she let 'em be strong, they'd be strong when she needed it most.
They arrived at the skate park. It was just off to one side of the main park's running path in a grove of palm and cypress trees. There was a half-pipe to one side with a handful of skateboarders who paid Wendy and Vic no attention. At the far end of the skate park was a basketball court where a few more young men shot hoops. It was a lazy Thursday afternoon; nothing special to see here. It was just as she wanted it to be.
Wendy watched the skateboarders with Vic for a few minutes as the young men shredded the half pipe in individual displays of youthful bravado. She sucked in her breath on a couple of occasions as the skaters nearly spilled but managed skillful recoveries onto their feet, (avoiding harm to both life and limb but exciting her nonetheless). She also noticed that the basketball players shooting hoops went down for tumbles and Vic noticed that each time they did; she again would gasp and squeeze his hand tightly. Her face each time froze in an unblinking smile; as if she were saving the image of the tumbling flesh to her hard-drive for future use.
It was self-evident to Vic now; she dug danger. She dug risk. She dug the prospect of injury; especially when it was aggressive young males throwing caution to the wind. He made a mental note that perhaps too-vanilla was not a good thing at all for him to be.
He again was correct but also once again... he didn't know just how much. Wendy would have easily been comfortable as the wife of a wealthy cuckolded equestrian in Ancient Rome, screaming at the top of her lungs and seated in a special VIP box of some marble amphitheater as two gladiators fought for blood. She would have been the same woman after a day at "the games," having a large heavily muscled slave massaging special ointments upon her naked form as she reclined upon a bed; perfumed oils concocted from the sweat of victorious fighters in the arena mixed with the blood of their fallen foes. She was a woman whose appetites were almost those of another time.
Now as the two stood side by side, they were certainly in no arena. They were in a skate-park in San Diego and what's more, Vic noticed something peculiar. The noise had stopped. All he heard were birds.
A pair of tall black police officers on foot passed; walking on the jogging path. For a moment everything came to a standstill on the basketball court. Activity on the half-pipe ceased as well.
As the two officers walked by; Wendy turned and looked in their direction. Both policemen; heavily built and easily over six feet in height made eye contact with her and Vic. The boy thought he saw something else as the two cops passed; a micro expression towards Wendy. It was the tiniest of winks; barely perceivable, (but there nonetheless). He stared at Wendy and saw she was smiling back at the officers; making the slightest of head nods to them. The cops walked on down the lane and disappeared around a bend; apparently sharing a joke that caused one to snicker at the remark of the other.
Wendy and Vic turned back to the skaters and the ball players on the court. Vic expected both groups of young men to return to their previous activities now that "the heat" had walked on. They didn't. They simply stared at Wendy; not in a threatening manner but with the faintest of smiles upon their faces. Wendy returned the smiles. An apparently leader from the basketball court gave the slightest of nods as did a brash young skater standing atop the half pipe with his board now under his arm and his plaid shirted associates apparently waiting for something. It was all very genial.
"I have to pee," Wendy announced turning to Vic, "and you do too!"
With that, she snatched his hand up in hers and led him off in the direction of a public restroom at the west end of the skate park that was situated between more palms and cypresses. At the entrance Vic started to walk into the men's' room. Wendy's hand landed on his shoulder before spinning him around abruptly with a force he'd not reckoned on. She whisked him into the ladies' room. The time for being weak and fragile was over for the moment. It was time for her to take what she felt was hers!

She led him to the last stall at the very far end of the women's lavatory. All the doors were unoccupied but this last stall had a sign that read "out of order." Next to the stall was a small beat-up wooden stool, just outside the door.
"Take the stool with you," Wendy directed as she opened the stall door. No sooner had Vic done what she'd told him; then she'd pulled him into the "out of order" stall with her. She slid the stall’s lock shut and had Vic set the stool down behind him in the cramped space so that it blocked the door.
"You first lover," she said to him as she moved to his rear, whipped his sweatpants down and set down on the stool, "get your business out."
As he faced the commode with his junk presented, he felt her hands come from behind around both sides to grasp his penis; not for any lewd sexual activity but simply to assist. Her head cocked around his waist like a graceful long-necked giraffe as she looked up at him wearing a wicked grin.
"Ok," she said steering him, "let her rip!"
Pissing on command, even though he had a full bladder; was not Vic's strongpoint. He relaxed himself and tried to forget that the woman holding his junk was an expert at jacking, sucking, and fucking it.
Wendy knew the problem as soon as it materialized and she thought it completely adorable. He had stage fright! She reasoned that later in life he should steer clear of any civil service position if giving a "sample" caused so much of a problem for him. Luckily she was not just a stone cold hottie; she'd also raised two boys to adulthood.
"Sweetie," she said in a motherly tone to him, "what is nine times nine?"
"Eighty-one," he answered.
"What is four times nine?" she asked tickling his balls.
"Thirty-six," came the reply.
"What is eight times eight?"
"Sixty-four."
"What is four times eleven?"
"Forty-four."
"Plus twenty-five?"
"Sixty-nine," came his reply and subsequently a golden stream of former Martini squeezings straight into the commode.

Her aim was impeccable as she steered. Every last drop went exactly where it should have. She finished up with a couple of shakes to knock the dew from his lily and then she rose and moved in front of her bewildered boy toy, who stood stunned and dumbfounded with his sweats down to his knees.
She whipped down her yoga pants, spun around and sat down upon the commode. With an assertive shove she pushed him down upon the stool and she leaned forward, his loins now level with her face. Seizing Vic's manhood in her hands she brought him to her lips and began to suck him hard as she herself took a steaming hot whizz; no action was to be wasted ...there wasn't enough time in her mind.
Vic stared at the walls of the commode and down upon the face of the lovey woman doing such an even lovelier blowjob upon him as she squeezed herself empty of the last remnants of the martini shaker's gift. His eyes came back to the wall behind her and it was he saw something odd. There above the commode tank were two rather large holes had been knocked in the wall tiles, one the size of a base-ball; the other one above it the size of a g****fruit.
"Wendy?" Vick asked her as she reached for a bit of tissue and flushed the bowl.
"Yes sweetie?"
"What was with the math quiz?" he asked.
"It’s an old trick," she explained,” the portion of the brain that handles water retention and bladder control also helps us solve math problems. If you ever find yourself not being able to take a leak... brush up on your times tables. Works like a charm!"
"Ok one more thing?" Vic asked.
"Yes lover," she replied.
"What is with the holes in the wall?"
"Just wait," she said stepping out her yoga pants and throwing them over his shoulder, "and see!"
She spun around on the commode and faced the hole, waiting patiently. She then stood up and bent at the waist with her face just opposite the small baseball sized hole. Her hands came back and found his now hard erection; guiding him to the notch of her puss-hole as he sat on the edge of the stool with his back against the door. A second later a hand emerged from out of the wall stroked the top of her short red head of hair. As a large white cock sprang from the smaller hole she turned to look back at Vic with a wicked smile.
"Ok lover," she said placing the unseen man's cock upon her chin and drumming it against her lips, "you are my protection. Start fucking me but be ready to step in and be an asshole should one of these guys on the other end of this wall gets a little un-gentlemanly!"
With that, she turned and took the cock in her mouth. Behind the wall a man sighed. Vic despite not believing what he was seeing or doing took her by both hips; her yoga pants over his shoulder like a bizarre scarf. He began to fuck and she commenced to suck. It was on.
Wendy's red head bobbed in a back n' forth motion. She settled into a nice steady rhythm and the hand from the upper hole slowly caressed the side of her cheek as the man on the other end of the wall relaxed and enjoyed things. Vic made slow deliberate strokes up into Wendy's pussy; unsure just how long he'd need to perform so he opted for a cautious pace at the moment so as not to "finish too soon." She'd shown him how to edge himself a week prior; now he'd put what he'd learned to the test.
Over a period of about five minutes; Wendy deep-throated the young unseen dude behind the wall ravenously. Her technique was that of seasoned expert who simply loved what she was doing. She applied just the right amount of pressure to the cock between her lips; banging it against the back of her throat and making the poor guy ooh and aahhh like he was walking barefoot on a hot pavement in August.
Vic could hear everything echoing off the bathroom tiles in both restrooms; the slurping sounds of a woman gobbling dong and the sounds of a happily tortured man groaning in excruciating bliss somewhere in the next room. It was all very surreal. When the man on the other side of the wall came, he shuddered as if he was in the very throes of his own death rattle; his hand grabbing Wendy's red hair and pulling her onto his cock as his nuts blew hot ropes of jizz down her hatch into her grateful tummy. She finished him.
Both cock and hand of the unseen dude disappeared into the wall; only to be replaced a few seconds later by both a large black dong and an elongated black hand with slender fingers emerging from the wall. They were the fingers of a man who could palm a basketball effortlessly. Now they gently palmed her pretty red head.
Vic continued pounding up into Wendy's wickedly wonderful quim; reveling in the sensation of traveling deep and hard up into her; smashing her cervix in a nasty game of bathroom bumper cars. Heat began to rise up from her ass and her quim and he could smell the lovely hot notes of her crotch as they danced in his nostrils; she was becoming quite excited and he could smell it clearly; her impassioned cunt squeezings on his cock and the heartfelt moans from her throat telling him everything else he needed to know. In a few minutes she'd be "there."
She came on his cock; big hard and wet! A cascade of piddle drippings ran down his dick balls and legs from her pussy; puddling the floor and the toilet seat beneath her. The young black man on the other side of the wall howled snarled and shot off his load into her throat as she quickly gulped down the contents of his gonads. She simply loved seminal soul food!
Vic managed to continue edging himself through the entirety of Wendy's climax but he knew he risked blowing his load early (and that there were plenty more glory-hole suitors behind that wall, wishing to joust with Wendy's naughty tonsils and fill her tummy with cum). As the spent black cock disappeared behind the wall, Vic decided he'd better pull out of Wendy and do something a bit different. His opportunity came a second later.
A long caramel-colored dong (about nine inches by the looks), pushed through the wall and a tattooed arm with Spanish writing inked up and down its length grabbed the back of Wendy's pretty head of hair. At the same moment young Vic pushed her ass up high so that her body was bent in a perfect "L." As the strange Hispanic cock began plumbing the depths of Wendy's esophagus, Vic put his hands to work on her cunt; first one finger, then another and then another. Soon he'd worked his hand into a cone and he commenced fisting her.
Wendy let out a muffled vocalization of approval from her cock-plugged throat; more roar than moan really. Her hand traveled down between her legs and her fingers went to work on her clit as she continued to slobber and gobble at her piece of Latino lunchmeat; making the young Mexican moan and curse in Spanish from behind the wall. Vic saw this as the "all clear" from Wendy and he began plunging her puss-hole with gusto; fisting her like she was the star of a Dutch porno flick. She responded in kind by thrashing her rump to and fro appreciatively.
Vic's head dropped down and he began to munch and kiss on Wendy's rump cheek. Her ass was an exquisite heart-shaped piece of work and he wanted to feast upon that delectable derriere of hers. His nibbles and kisses on her glutes became hungry bites, nips and munches that eventually became a hot “hiney- hickey” session as his arm fisted her.
He was going to leave a very special mark on her rump cheek; a hickey mark that would tell all others, Vic was here! He may have been vanilla... but he owned this hot piece of classy MILF ass through and through dammit! He bit, sucked, chewed and checked his work on her rump before resuming it. All the while his hand plunged her juicing pussy like it was a stuck drain!
Wendy for her part was in Seventh Heaven! She'd chosen wisely with young Vic. He didn't just have the body of a little god; he was a quick study. She could tell he'd been edging himself; saving his ball-splatter for later at a time when she wanted his sticky-sexplosion the most. He wasn't just a good lover.. he was considerate. She'd keep him, oh she'd most-definitely keep him!
Now she reveled in what he was doing to her; using her and giving her the hand-puppet treatment - stretching her with his knuckles and making her insides ache so nicely! When at last the Mexican in her mouth finally howled and filled her cheeks with his "beaner batter," Vic's forceful "pussy punches" on the other end achieved their desired cumulative effect. It was as if her ass was a piñata that had suddenly split open from too many whackings in "just the right spot;" for it seemed to split open. A second later there was a gusher of hot salty quim-broth down Vic's arm, onto his sweatshirt and all over the commode.
Wendy shuddered and gulped the cum of the screaming young man behind the hole. Her twat kept on gushing; her girly-gasm running from her cunt like busted hot water pipe. At last the strange Mexican cock retreated behind the wall. Vic bowed his head back down and continued to fist Wendy's sodden pussy as his lips and teeth worked upon her rump. Meanwhile yet another cock (this one white and slender), emerged from the hole and plunged between Wendy's parted lips. A skinny white army shot through the upper hole to grab her hair and Wendy was once again engaged in a wonderful face-fuck as Vic's knuckles nailed her nookie nest.
Wendy now understood what it felt like to be a washer caught between a nut and a bolt. Her double pummeling raged on for several minutes. When the man on the other end of the wall came and Wendy had swallowed his load, he was replaced by another man, (and another, and another). Each time she gobbled down the guys gonad chowder and each time she came just as the cock retreated into the wall; thanks to Vic's relentless pussy pounding.
Vic lost track of how many times his girlfriend came and splattered on his arm. He lifted his face up from her rump to look at the marks he'd produced on her ass-cheek. There before him on her magnificent bare ass were two diagonal lines of hickeys forming a letter "V" for Vic. He'd stamped her; branded her. She now wore the Vanilla V brand, (although she didn't know it yet as she hadn't looked back). She also had completely drenched his arm, the commode seat, and the tile floor to the stall forming a shallow pond of briny cunt drippings. Now as Vic admired his handiwork and yet another man behind the wall cut loose with a load of salty nut-butter in Wendy's greedy mouth, the red headed MILF decided it was Vic's protein shake that she needed.
She spun herself around and then stood up on the treacherously slippery commode-seat facing Victor. As a new dong dangled from the wall, young Vic stood and supported Wendy. The sex-crazed MILF leaned back and impaled her pussy on the strange cock sprouting from the gloryhole; surprising the man behind it. The anonymous young dude's hand landed on her perfect rump; causing him to shout from behind the wall,
"Oh holy shit! She took me in her pussy! She'd got me in her pussy!"
An explosion of howls and applause erupted behind the partition as the crowd of men celebrated and showed their appreciation for Wendy's decision to "change things up a bit." Wendy for her part took the yells an cat-calls in stride. She merely looked up into Vic's eyes and said,
"You ever helped breed a****ls on your farm back home?"
"Yeah," Vick answered, "we had horses. I used to hold the mare's head while the stud was led up to her rear to mount her and do his business. Why?"
"You Vic," Wendy directed with eyes that blazed with mischief, "are gonna hold this mare as that stud behind the wall plows my furrow and stirs my insides... and I'm gonna suck you hard!"
With that she dropped her head down to Victor's cock and began to fellate him. The man behind the wall began to plow at Wendy's puss-hole and Vic merely held her shoulders and kept her from slipping from the toilet seat. Wendy was once again, happily spit-roasted!
She now pummeled Vic's cock relentlessly with her tongue teeth and tugging tonsils and it was all young Vic could do to simply hang on. As blowjobs went, this was something of truly epic quality. Wendy was now a woman completely "in her zone"; doing what she loved best. What's more, she was determined to empty his balls; oh most definitely... she'd said he was going to be sucked hard and she meant it; every word!
Vic's attempts at edging were "amateur night at the town hall," compared to Wendy's cocksucking skill. She throated him for approximately three minutes; then his balls (which had been up til now, milked to the edge and pushed back, over and over again), could hold back no longer. Vic through his head back, ready to cum.
The young vanilla dude's triumphant climax began as a strangled cry that rose out of his throat; escaping his lips as a snarling gasp. His hands clenched the back of Wendy's head as his cock spurted hot ropes of cum down her throat. Wendy seized the back of his buttocks and held him fast; sucking every last drop down into her belly. Vic's snarls became whimpers until at last he was completely empty. His hands relaxed, releasing her pretty head, (and none too soon as it turned out).
From behind her Wendy heard the triumphant roar of the man behind the wall. He'd been plowing her insides hard for several minutes and he was ready to seed her furrow with his spooge; the thing was Wendy wanted to taste it instead! She hopped from the toilet seat, spun back around and seized up the anonymous cock in her kisser.
She began mouth-milking the man with furious suction. The dude behind the wall immediately cried out in joyous agony and grabbed her head; fucking her mouth furiously through the glory-hole and filling her belly with his spunk-sprayings. He was the last one.
As the strange cock disappeared, Wendy waited at the edge of the commode staring at the two holes in the wall. When no more cocks or groping hands appeared, she judged that her "work here was done" and she shrugged happily. She turned back to Victor and smiled, wiping a little fleck of jism off the edge of her lips and popping it into her mouth.
She was happy, her belly was full of man-batter and her ego was puffed up to twice its size; knowing that by her count she'd made eighteen men scream and spout their penis pudding between her lips. She'd be able to skip the tofu when she ordered Thai food later. The problem was that just like Thai food; such high-protein meals made her hungry a half hour later. She didn't have to wait however, there would be more meat on the menu for her as the evening progressed.
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As Vic and Wendy walked through the exit of the restroom into the lovely San Diego evening, they were met by the two black police officers they'd seen earlier. The two men stood like uniformed giants, blocking their way. This did not at all look good and they both looked guilty as hell!
Vic's heart leapt up into his throat; they'd been busted for certain having sex in a public restroom. Wendy, seeing the boy's alarm patted his arm and told him not to worry. She turned to the two towering black uniformed men and shot them a smiling wink.
"Thanks Danny and Virgil," she said, "you came through for me again!"
"Our pleasure Wendy," said the slightly older of the two cops, "you going to do something to support the Policeman's Balls program now, right?"
Wendy's response was cut short by three of the skateboarders who exited the restroom. Apparently they'd taken a minute after the fun with Wendy to smoke a joint before heading back out to the half pipe. It was obvious they were feeling pretty mellow; as obvious as the smell that wafted from the men's room.
"Hey Mrs. K!" one of the skateboarders commented graciously, "Thanks again for the great time!"
"Any time Scooter," she replied back to the young man, "you be sure to keep your grades up and see me Monday about your transfer from the community college next term."
"Ok Wendy," the buzzed stoner replied, "I'll be there. Hey thanks officers!"
Scooter shook hands with the two cops. They could have busted him and his buds outright for possession and several other charges as well. The two cops merely shook his hand and the younger cop; Danny replied, "no problem Scooter. Have a good night and you and your posse stay clear of trouble."
Scooter and his buds nodded and then walked off; giggling and high fiving. The two cops then turned back to Wendy and a stone cold silent Victor. Presently Wendy and the two black men smiled and erupted into laughter. When they were able to control their outburst of hilarity (taken at Vic's expense), Wendy explained to the thoroughly confused Victor Brock.
"I have known these two cops for several years now," she said. "In fact I knew Virgil and Danny (who are both blood brothers for your information), back when they were movers delivering certain recreational items to my home. We had a marvelous time that day, didn't we boys?" The two cops nodded and smiled; remembering something both fond and distant in the back of their heads.
"Apparently," she continued, "this pair of brothers decided the delivery business wasn't to their liking, so they opted for what we in counseling would refer to as a career chance; a vocational shift. They joined the police force. Now here they are."
Wendy knew when the two officers went out on their beat through the park and that they both followed a pretty routine route. She also had asked that the next time they went through the park to please send her a text message. She'd already replied back to the two patrolman with what she'd wanted to do. In fact she knew all the young men at the hoop court and the skate park who had made that "special visit" to the restroom. It wasn't the first time she'd felt the touch of their cocks through a hole cut in the wall. It probably wouldn't be the last either!
It also turned out that while the skaters and the hoop shooters had been spraying hot ropes of spooge into Wendy's kisser; Danny and Virgil had dutifully stood outside the door. They were basically police protection; keeping people from entering the restroom and disturbing the activities inside. Of course a service like this wasn't free; it came with a price.
"C'mon Virgil," said Wendy taking the older brother by the hand, “let’s see what I can do to support the Policeman's Balls charity. It’s such a worthy cause!" She led the police officer into the restroom while Vic and the younger brother Danny maintained a vigil outside and chatted cordially.
Inside Wendy's happy cries echoed against the tiles once again as the sound of two partially clothed bodies smacked wetly together in a SLAP SLAP SLAP sort of rhythm. It took about seven minutes. Wendy was first as her screams and shrieks rang and bounced off the walls of the restroom; only to be joined by Virgil's roar of cataclysmic release. Her ticket to the ball had been punched!
A short time later and the two emerged. A slightly out of breath Wendy returned a smiling and content Virgil to the light of day. Without a word, she seized officer Danny by the hand and dragged him into the restroom. Vic and Virgil remained outside and made small talk as inside the sound of SLAP SLAP SLAP body smashings continued and two conjoined people grunted cursed and gasped in sweaty thrusting pleasure. Danny last ten minutes with her; then just as had been the case of his brother's experience, Wendy shrieked in blissful agony and the young black officer snarled and raged his way through a climax. Wendy's ticket was punched once more.
Shortly thereafter, Danny resumed his beat with his older brother and the two stalwart members of San Diego's Finest waived gallantly over their shoulders to Wendy and Vic; who returned their gesture cordially. Wendy's head landed on Vic's shoulder as they watched the two uniformed policemen disappear down the path. She then turned to Vic saying,
"You ready for some Thai Food at my place and a chance to earn back your swim speedo?"
He nodded. The pair walked briskly back up the path to Wendy's home. They were at her front door in fifteen minutes time and ready to order delivery.

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When dinner arrived, Vic came to the door in a white bathrobe and paid the delivery girl the amount due plus a tip. He watched as the cute Thai girl headed back to her delivery scooter before he then disappeared back into the house, closing the door behind him. He was met by Wendy in a shorty robe. She took the delivery from him and thrust another martini in his hand as she smiled wryly; a fair trade.
"Sip that," she told him, "while I find something inappropriate on the TV."
What followed was a montage of naughty hi-jinks with Wendy and Vic on the couch, the hot red-headed MILF and the young stud feeding one-another with chopsticks as absolutely nasty and ball-draining porn movies flickered away on the wall mounted flat screen opposite them. In between the short ten to fifteen minute downloaded porns, Wendy freshened their drinks; ensuring lots of "liquid peer pressure" to fuel the evening. One thing was certain for Vic; he absolutely loved Wendy's version of "Netflix and Chill."

After a while, the booze the spicy food and the endless supply adult movies consisting of flawless bodies had an inspiring effect on the both of them. Wendy stretched and said something about being a little weak and tired (with a melodramatic yawn). Vic didn't buy it for a minute that this red-headed she-wolf in heat could ever be tired but he saw it as a window of opportunity. He knew enough to play along. She wanted to play feeble and weak? He could be strong and powerful enough for the both of them!
He was up and on his feet; his robe tumbling to the Spanish tiled floor as he lunged. Like a flash, sinew bone and muscle moved as one magnificent form that whisked a happily helpless Wendy off the couch and up over his shoulder; just as a Viking would haul away a kicking screaming woman off to his long-ship. The only difference was there happened no struggle here, (only giggles and laughter from Wendy who smacked his hiney from her vantage point over atop his shoulder).

He lugged her out of the den and straight up the stairs that ended in front of the door to the master bedroom. Somewhere along the way, her shorty robe fluttered to the bottom of the stairs and at the top the two emerged with her now in his arms, (being carried "wedding threshold" style). Yes if she wanted to be weak he could be her Conan despite his youth. He took her to the bed and threw her down upon it, (her lungs letting go with a gleeful squeal as she bounced naked against the mattress springs).

A moment later he'd simply fallen upon her, pinning her down and crushing her; kissing her mouth and neck, taking her just the way she craved. He was instantly between those lovely legs of hers and second later; straight-in up to his balls! She let out a cry as the cock stretched her; somewhat dry. A few seconds later she'd accommodated him; a slight slick of moisture acre-ting inside her facilitating his thrusts.

He began to move and she began to receive; her legs up and her arms blissfully d****d over his shoulders. She'd wanted this; a b**st fuck with no bullshit-talking or silly ritual, just a fuck; raw, rutting, and physical! Save the tender stuff for Hallmark Television, she figured. He was giving it to her; just what she wanted. Oh DAMN vanilla or not; he'd most certainly do, she thought!
He banged her to sleep; pinned her to the bed just like she desired. He couldn't have read her mind could he? No...she'd simply just chosen well. She knew the sort of boy she liked and could scout out "her thing" from a herd of men. She simply picked up on his "vibe" that day he came into her office; she knew how he'd be in bed even more than he did.
Now she wore him like a testosterone-laden "man blanket" in complete contentment and just let him go; pounding her pussy until they both were snoring in a post sex cuddle-puddle. As conscious awareness yielded to the u*********s and sleep drifted over her like a comforting fog; she involuntarily rolled her hips against the slackening penis still inside her. She'd lost track of how many times he'd fucked her to orgasm that night since she'd faked being tired and taken him to bed. Now she was tired for real and grateful for the cock inside her that provided her with the most exquisite of sleeping pills.
During the night she woke and rolled against him. She rubbed herself against the dong still parked inside her. She rubbed and rubbed until it swelled into slumbering hardness; bringing herself off against it in a sleepy rut.

At some point she drifted off into the ether of slumber and it was Vic's turn to rouse. He ground himself inside her. He made stroke after selfish stroke until he was spent and dead to the world, his breathing sips of air matching hers as the two remained locked in a carnal c*** until the first rays of dawn pushed through the window.
She pulled him into the shower for a standing wake-up fuck and then made him breakfast. She figured it was only fitting to serve him eggs after she'd just drained his so utterly. She then got herself ready for work and when she came down from upstairs with her makeup just so and her hair just the way she wanted; he was set to head out to his car and get off to class. The pair kissed, mature beauty and the young buck she'd seduced. The bond was strengthened. As he walked out to his car Vic heard Wendy open the front door and shout at him cheerfully.
"Hey catch, lover!" she yelled. A second later, his speedo flew through the air and hit him in the face as he turned. Wendy let go with a smug satisfied chuckle. It had been a good night; a very good night.
"Don't forget," she reminded him, "there is the party tonight. You'll be here at nine?"
"I will." he said bending down to pick up his swimwear, "thanks for getting these back to me."
"No problem sweetheart!" she replied wondering what other articles of clothing of his she could steal to keep him coming back.
As he got into his car she chuckled at that thought. No further thefts would be necessary of course she realized; he was hungry for her - as much as she was for him. She also knew she was up in his head where she wanted to be. Tonight's party she realized was ample enough reason for him to be back and then she'd be able to feel him again next to her; feel him and gobble him up if need be.
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The pair were distracted for the rest of the day; he from the glorious pipe cleaning she'd given him and she from the wonderful pounding stretch her insides still felt after the previous night. She also took pleasure in the fact that he'd escorted her to the glory-hole encounter in the park and not been taken aback by it. He obviously could be trusted not to be too possessive and assholish when she wished to enjoy herself with other pieces of strange; an added benefit for her and an attribute for him that she recognized instantly.
He was secure enough in himself that he didn't need to worry about other dudes, (and that made her as damp as a May picnic). She wondered to herself as she sat in her office (again with the door locked and her hand up under her skirt), if he'd been thinking of her. He was. She was correct in her assessment; she was stamped indelibly in his brain all through the day as he tried in vain to focus in class.
As he left his final class of the day, he did something he hadn't done since late in junior high. He put a book in front of his lap as he stood up to hide a fierce boner inspired by Wendy (and the memory of her nasty escapades still bounding around in his head like a ten-year-old in a bouncy castle). He rushed back to his dorm room; discovered his roommate was not there, and proceeded to furiously rub one out until both his balls were empty. The only thing on his agenda now was the mixer party at Wendy at nine.
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Vic's beat-up Volvo arrived at Wendy's a touch after nine o'clock. He couldn't park in her drive as it was blocked by cars. Vehicles it turned out, were parked all the way up the street on either side of the road. He found a place a hundred yards away from the house and then walked back down to the party.
A knock on the door later and he was greeted by one of the "WASPy" blond frat brothers who immediately shook his hand and ushered him in. A fresh solo cup was placed in his hand and it was promptly filled to the rim from the keg at bar. Slaps on his back rang out several times and cordial handshakes squeezed his palm again and again. He was a little overwhelmed. He forgot almost all the names offered up to him as there were simply too many but the handshakes and smiles just kept coming.
Across the room there were several hottie coeds; blondes, brunettes, and redheads chatting away with several girls from the various sororities. It was a bit of an informal interview for the members of the herd. Each of the new freshman girls was trying to make a favorable impression with the "establishment" girls despite the fact that fall rush was not for another two weeks.

Every now and again one of the girls in the giggle gaggle would glance over to Vic at the keg and shoot him a shy coquettish smile. Victor (whose confidence was riding high after a week of getting laid by Wendy), nonchalantly waived and smiled back. He seemed cordial but disinterested and it fanned the flames on more than a few of little smoldering egos of the young women.

Each girl noticed that the other girls in the group had smiled at Vic and he'd acknowledged them in turn but simply turned his attentions elsewhere; not staring at his drink or looking at his shoes like a painfully shy boy. Instead he remained looking around for something intently, or more appropriately someone. The seeds of competitiveness were now carefully planted in the hearts of several young ladies in the group. It was soooooo on.
Unfortunately for the young ladies, they had the greatest competition of all. From out on the pool patio Wendy was keeping a watchful eye on the front room, (and the bar in particular for Vic's arrival). Her voice rang out through the sliding patio door with,
"VIC! Get out here with your beer and join me!"
Vic's head spun around. He saw Wendy standing around a table with several black fraternity men; the group all doing tequila shots and getting wilder and louder by the second. It was a good thing Wendy had neighbors at one end of her house who were on vacation. The other neighbor, a hot MILF widow by the name of Beverly was already in the pool with two young black men, (who were paying her "special attention"). Wendy wouldn't need worry about people complaining about noise; especially as Beverly was making plenty of noise herself already as she flirted with the two big black bucks in the water.
"Ah Vic!" Wendy said as he took up a place beside her and her arm immediately snaked around his waist, "I have been so waiting for you to show."
She was quick to introduce him to the group of black fraternity men who immediately recognized him as Wendy's new main squeeze, (even if he didn't know any of them). Again handshakes ensued and introductions were made with names forgotten. He was given a shot to go with his beer. A little salt off Wendy's bare shoulder later; plus the tequila, plus a wedge of lemon, plus a chug of his beer....and Vic was in a mood to party. Wendy picked up on this immediately.
"Guys," she said, "I think its time to shift gears on these proceedings."
One of the men sitting at the table nodded knowingly. He rose and moved quickly to the front door of the house; locking it from the inside. Now nobody was getting in without a password printed on special flyers that Wendy had put out just a few days before. It was ok, only the few people that Wendy had hand picked even new of this party; the flyers were explicit on that point. It had all been meticulously planned by Wendy.
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A few days before Wendy had drawn up her short list of who would be attending the night's festivities, (based on previous parties with her, the ability of students to shut up and be discreet, and an overall impression she'd had of any freshman when they'd been in her office). The sit-downs in her office were an interview of sorts. As a result...there wasn't an ugly face to be seen at the party; male or female. She was fastidious on that point and quite happy with the aesthetic result that evening.
The boys who'd already been to her parties had one additional requirement. They did not only have to RSVP... they had do so on the flyer, (in a manner of speaking). To put it another way; Wendy wished to know if they were "cumming."
Each of the male veterans of her parties were sent a special flyer that was different from all others in that it had instructions printed on a lewd photo of Wendy in a red lingerie. Her lovely tits were out above the top her bustier and it was either cold in the room or she'd been tweaking her gumdrop nipples into a particularly bothered state of agitation. She was wearing red "fuck the hell oughta me" pumps and had a nasty smile on her face to boot as she lay across her sofa. The boys knew the deal, and if they didn't there were instructions on a proper RSVP for them written clearly next to her fox-like grin. They'd have to "pay tribute" by jacking off on the photo and taking a phone picture of their digital bukakke before sending it back to Wendy. When she was bad... she was shocking in her bravado.
Before nightfall on the first day of the flyer send-out, Wendy's electronic inbox was flooded. She had several emails with attached photos showing young cocks blasting loads of cum across her own racy pic, (in a series of protein splattered "of course I'll be there," replies to the affirmative). The action set the very tone for what was to cum.
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Now all that planning and effort was coming to a head at the party. Wendy wanted to see that head burst in an absolute cataclysm of coed sexual depravity; with her as the ring leader naturally. She wouldn't wait for long.
Students began to step out onto the patio with recharged solo cups, (and more and more pretty girls were in that number). Wendy made eye contact with a few of the older girls in the herd. She smiled but gave them each a deliberate and focused nod. It was time for something and she extended her hand to them.
"Vic," she said to her piece of vanilla arm candy, "meet Christina, Debbie, and Tricia." Vic shook hands with the girls but noticed that Tricia held his for longer than normal. He also could tell all three young women smiled quite hard at him and their gaze seemed to bore upon his pupils. He wanted to look away shyly but he instead returned their smile.
"Hi," he replied.
"Wendy has told us a lot about you Vic," said the tall twenty-year-old blonde Christina.
"Good things," said the nineteen-year-old brunette Deborah who surveyed his face with an ear to ear grin, "wickedly good things!" She was full of mischief.
"She told us we are to take good care of you and make you feel welcome," said the red headed Tricia who reached out a hand and ran it across his chest for emphasis.
"Indeed you three shall," Wendy commented, "and I am more than confident of your abilities ladies." She gave Vic one final squeeze and then stepped a foot or so away from him. Up over her head and shoulders came her red spaghetti strap cocktail dress. As quickly as it was off, she flung it down to the cement deck; much to the shock and chagrin of young Vic and a few of the less initiated party goers.
Now she stood before the par-tiers naked as the day of her birth; save her red high-heels. She didn't even need to bother with her panties as it became self-evident that they'd been left off the invitation list and were most certainly not present at the gathering. A hushed gasp rose up from the shocked spectators until Wendy broke the awkward silence with characteristic panache. She bowed and held the bow to a staccato sound of claps a