The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  And then eventually I did manage to drift off.

  It was sort of a short, uncomfortable, shallow sleep, the sort where you dream the entire time, but it's almost impossible for you to distinguish what was real and what was a dream afterward, like, thinking voices on the radio are describing real, actual shit... And really I don't remember what I dreamed or thought about or what went on around me, but I do remember how I woke up.

  Katherine.

  She was sweeping her hand around on my shoulder, caressing me gently, presumably as a means of waking me up, but it startled the shit out of me, and just happened to give me a boner the size of a summer sausage as I woke up from my reverie.

  “Ah!”

  “Oop- Sorry, I wasn't sure if you were asleep. I didn't mean to wake you if you were...”

  “Nah, it's fine,” I said, stretching, hoping as I pressed my cock forward, working out the kinks in my spine from the uncomfortable sleeping position, that she wouldn't take note of my intense hard-on bulging up through the denim of my jeans. I smeared the palm of my hand across my face as though somehow wiping away the sleep, and I cleared my throat.

  “I just... I wanted to talk... If that's okay...” she said, uncertainly, and I knew exactly the fuck what she wanted to talk about.

  “Oh...” I said, my blood going cold.

  “It's... Well, it's about the other day, partly...” Of course it fucking was... “It's just... Well, I've never had kids of my own, and so, well, I guess maybe I didn't think as much as I should have before going into your room. I know I should have knocked, but... Well I guess I just didn't really think about it...” No fucking shit, Sherlock... “But you're still like a son to me, in a lot of ways, aside from just the fact that I'm married to your father. And I wanted to say I'm sorry for that, truly, deeply sorry, and that I don't want it to change anything between us.”

  My mind was a little bit numb, my head ringing sort of, but I supposed I got the gist of what the fuck she was saying. “Yeah, that's... Um... Fine...”

  “And, um... I know you're going through sort of a tough time with adjusting and everything, so... Well... If you ever need to talk to me about anything... Anything at all... I'm here to listen. Like, I said, you're like a son to me, and I like to think at some point you could see me as something like a mother...”

  Not fucking likely...

  “Sure... Yeah, I really appreciate that... Thanks...”

  She smiled at me, and placed a hand on my face, cradling my head in her hand, and looking briefly in my eyes, shattering the whole fucking illusion of all the shit she'd just gotten through saying- “You're a very handsome young man,” she grinned, and winked...

  What the fucking hell?

  She'd just gone and invalidated her entire fucking apology and all that sentimental bullshit in one fell swoop, making my boner flare right back up from its state of flaccidity in my jeans. How the fucking hell was I supposed to think of her as my mother when she went around doing things like that?! A mom doesn't walk in on her son masturbating, his cock hanging out and his body drenched with ejaculate, and then immediately after she apologizes for it and things seem almost normal tell him he was a goddamn very handsome young man...

  Shit...

  I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out- I was dumbstruck...

  But at that moment, a song she apparently liked came on the radio, because she said, “Ooh, a song I like's just come on the radio,” and turned the volume up, bobbing her head to the beat, her scantily clad breasts grinding around, pushing together, jiggling and rocking and making me sweat.

  I just turned back away from her, attempting to drown out the scene with sleep, and sporting my tremendous boner in discomfort, feeling it rubbing almost painfully against the denim of my jeans, fantasizing about stopping the car right there, pulling off to the side of the road, and then climbing up to her face across the seat, unzipping my fly and whipping my fucking dick out, shoving it down her goddamn throat and pounding her fucking mouth until the cum came spurting down her tight pink throat...

  I shuddered in my daze, and felt the little sticky pool of pre-cum drooling out from my cock into the fabric of my underwear...

  Three

  The remainder of the trip was by no means an improvement- at about the halfway point she pulled off at a rest stop, and the two of us got out and stretched, went in to take a piss, and she joked as we walked past it that the two of us could probably get away with using the family restroom, couldn't we?

  I don't know what the hell the bitch meant when she said things like this, but it sure wasn't helping matters any, and I more or less just spent the next fifty goddamn miles fantasizing about bending her tight middle-aged body over the bathroom sink and shoving my throbbing erect cock up the tiny black fleck of her asshole.

  Goddddddd fuckiiiinnnnng dammmiittttttt...

  It seemed like a fucking eternity by the time we pulled into the college campus, and I'd leaked out so much goddamn pre-cum in my arousal that I was surprised I didn't start sloshing around whenever I stood up from my goddamn seat.

  We went into my residence hall to figure out where we should park and unload, as well as to find my room and receive my room key-

  And I realized, almost instantly, that I'd arrived.

  This was indeed the Promised Land, flowing with milk and honey and so much pussy that just walking through the residence hall could make your fucking head spin. Girls were everywhere, right and left, the finest specimens of feminine perfection that you might ever hope the fuck to imagine. Barely eighteen girls who dressed in clothes so tight and so tiny that they may as well have been walking around ass naked, wearing tank tops that exposed their entire fucking midriffs, their nipples pressing noticeably through the fabric, clad in short shorts that hugged their asses more tightly than you could imagine, plastered with catchy butt-related slogans that drew your eyes invariably to them if you weren't already transfixed upon the tight, bouncy, jiggling things, their shoulders fine, tiny, glossy, their skin tones all perfect glazed shades of caramel, their figures as trim as toothpicks, everything about them luscious and succulent and young and ripe... It was like, if you took the one hot girl from your high school and multiplied her by a thousand, and then filled up an entire campus facility with her fucking carbon copies...

  I. Had. Fucking. Arrived.

  But then something strange happened.

  One of the nymphs happened to glance in my direction, smiling at me-

  And I turned away...

  I turned the fuck away, losing my goddamn head at the sight of her eyes, too afraid to return her glance, and she walked straight on past, my first potential sexual conquest in college shot to fucking hell, slinking away from me with that tight ass shifting around from cheek to cheek in those unbearable black shorts...

  I was fucking screwed...

  I felt a sad, sad boner rising up in the groin of my jeans, and an intense urge to tear into flesh burned within my loins.

  “Come on, let's go unpack your stuff,” said Catherine, jangling my new keys, and I followed her back outside to her vehicle, my eyes fixed firmly on the pavement, trying my damnedest to avoid staring at the titties and ass all around me, wrapped in the arms of brainless hunky men who had access to their pussy for their ability to be fearless, to fuck without hesitance, something I somehow felt certain I would never, ever possess.

  I was absolutely fucking miserable...

  We unpacked everything from the vehicle, tote after tote after tote after tote, and set it all in my new dormitory, a cramped little rinky dink shit hole in the wall, scarcely wide enough to fit two people inside. It was set up so that there was a lousy excuse for a workspace, a desk, space for a lamp, etc., beneath a bed up above it, and there was no real abundance of places to put things.

  As if my sexual frustration wasn't already fucking great of its own merit, damn Katherine kept brushing up against me every goddamn two minutes, her tits knocking into my shoulders as she turned, b
ending down to pick something up from the floor and “accidentally” pressing her ass into me as she leaned to the ground. “Oops,” she would say, “Sorry about that...”

  Alright, so, in her defense, I suppose it was pretty damn crowded in there, and a few of these incidents were to be expected, I guess. But it was starting to get pretty fucking excessive after a while, and I was starting to get pretty damn sure that they were every bit as intentional as I imagined them to be.

  At one point, she happened to open up a box that contained some posters I'd brought along of ass naked women, caramel and curvaceous, beaded with water or sweat, their hair drenched, their thighs splayed apart to reveal a tight pink view of their pussies, warm-looking and glorious and inviting, sucking in the eyes of the viewer like a flowery black hole. She turned and gave me a wry grin, but didn't say anything about it, thank God, because I could already hear her in my brain going tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty little boy...

  I just didn't think I could fucking handle it...

  After some time we finished unpacking everything, and stood gazing at the cramped little confines of the room. There was barely room enough now for either of us to turn around, and our bodies were standing so close together that I could almost feel the heat radiating from off of her.

  “Well... I guess that's about it,” I said, my ears burning, more than ready for her to get the hell out of here so I could be alone in peace, and instantly jump out of my clothes and start jacking off to mental images of her and just about every fucking girl on the campus screwing me in a big fleshy orgy. I'd been avoiding eye contact with her, when suddenly, astoundingly, I felt the palm of her hand across my cheek, pulling my head toward her, forcing me to gaze into her eyes. I could feel my jaw beginning to quiver...

  “Hey,” she said. “I know exactly what you're going through... And it's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of...”

  My mind was absolutely blank at this point. It was like I was only half seeing her, her eyes just floating in midair, peering into me, and the rest of her just an abstraction, background noise, an afterthought to those shocking, piercing blue eyes.

  “I... Um... And what exactly might that be?”

  She smiled, a smile that said I know you know...

  “I know you're a virgin still,” she said. “And that you're nervous, being surrounded by all of these beautiful, attractive women... Believe me, I know what it's like... I was in your situation, and I thought I might never get past it...”

  I swallowed hard, feeling as though somehow her face was hovering slowly nearer and nearer me, so imperceptibly that I couldn't even be certain, but I thought for fucking sure I wasn't imagining it...

  “And... And how did you eventually get past it?” I asked, barely able to catch my breath.

  She grinned. “I gained experience... Someone... Much older than myself... Helped to show me the way...”

  Her breath blew hot and arousing up against my face as she spoke, giving me goosebumps, my cock so erect I thought it might come bursting through my zipper and flying out right there on the scene.

  She leaned in, whispering into my ear, her words just barely registering in my brain past the ringing, “College is a learning experience, you know...Why don't you let me be your first teacher?”

  “I- I- I-” I stammered, her lips so close to mine I could feel her inhaling my breath. “But... But what about Dad?”

  She just kept gazing into my eyes, transfixed, locking me in her sights, everything else gone in that moment, morals, her relationship with my father, nothing existing in the world save for carnal desire, which was present and raging and begging to be satisfied. “Every good parent teaches their child how to share, now don't they?”

  And that was all the more that was said.

  Her lips were on mine, the skin melting together like a piece of chocolate candy on your tongue, warm and wet and tasty, and speaking of tongues, there was a noticeable appearance by this as well. The pink, meaty thing came sliding into my mouth like a snake, swirling around inside my cheeks, licking up the cavern of my mouth, lapping me up, the spit rolling between our mouths, making me lightheaded, dizzy with anxiety and arousal, until at last, after some time, she pulled away, a long thread of saliva dripping from our mouths as she moved back, and she smiled at my dazed expression.

  “Come on... Don't you want me to help you reach your full potential?”

  And with that, the floodgates burst open.

  I tore into her like an animal, the permission having been fully granted and the awkwardness of the moment now largely overcome, I unleashed a torrent of so much suppressed sexual rage that I could practically have sunk my teeth into her.

  I devoured her like a soldier on shore leave, kissing and tugging and licking and lapping, nibbling on her lips, inhaling her life-sustaining breath, savoring the taste of her saliva, and the two of us groping one another's bodies like virginal newlyweds, clutching, feeling, grasping, caressing, pushing, squeezing, and holding on for dear, dear life. She grabbed my ass, pulling my body into her, her enormous tits squishing into great, massive balloons between our two bodies, the nipples pressing into my chest, my hot, throbbing cock bulging through my jeans into her waist, digging as deep into her body as it could manage through the fabric of our attire, wanting so, so badly to drill into her flesh, unable to withstand the negligible amount of time it would take to fully arrive...

  We pulled away after some time, and she slapped my face, pretty fucking hard in fact, and I thought maybe I'd done something wrong, that somehow I'd grossly misinterpreted her pretty damn blatant signals, but I turned back to see she was smiling at me, and I knew that she'd done it playfully, as a means of both arousing myself and her.

  I felt the handprint fading away from my face as she stepped away, her eyes locked on mine, threatening to destroy me, I felt, or perhaps promising to do just that...

  She lifted her hands up to the low neckline of her blouse, and tucked her arms down inside of it, sliding them down to the hem at the bottom. I savored the effect of the tight red fabric sliding sensually across her taut, glorious abdomen, chiseled and in shape, and the blouse slowly rippling up along it, revealing those two perfect, glorious tits, cradled in a tight, black, lacy bra. The necklace she wore jangled back down onto her breasts as she pulled the thing off, and she kept the damn thing on the entire time, clinking as our bodies when through the incredible motions of what was to come, like the brunette in that porno she'd walked in on me jacking off to.

  She shed the black fabric of her pants, pulling them down off of her sweet, wonderful thighs, so that she was now standing there solely in her underwear, her body only inches from my own, my erection so immense at this point that it practically spanned the distance between the two of us and poked her in the goddamn belly button.

  She began to undress me, article by article by article, my shirt, my jeans, all the while grazing my flesh with her palms as she progressed, until at last hooking her fingers into the waistline of my boxers, stained as they were with the big black splotch of pre-cum at the fly, slowly peeling them down off of my thighs, curling them down to my knees so that my cock came bouncing out as it snapped into the air, and at at last slipping them off from my feet.

  Slowly, very gently, she wrapped her warm fingers around the diameter of my shaft, the first time in my life I'd ever had the fortune of this most wonderful sensation, my cock already burning with arousal, and a little dab of cum dripping out from the tip.

  She smiled devilishly, and leaned in. I braced myself, waiting for the melting of her tongue onto my genitals, savoring the anticipation of her licking away the cum, shivering with the feeling of her breath puffing around my genitals-

  But then she pulled away...

  She leaned back away, tantalizing me, giving me that fucking goblin grin, and her hands roving back behind her shoulders, fumbling a moment for the hook of her bra, undoing it after some time, peeling the lacy black thing from her form, but covering her modesty almost insta
ntly with her arm so that I didn't get to see her nipples, but pressing her tits so firmly into her body that it smooshed them pleasantly large, like the effect of a training bra almost, and I drooled as I anticipated the divine revelation...

  “Why don't we head up to the bed?” she asked, and I gladly did as I was told.

  I climbed up to the top of the bunk, my cock bouncing with every step I took, and sat down awkwardly on the bed, my head only a few feet from the ceiling, wishing things were closer to the ground, but so excited that I didn't really care that much.

  She ascended the steps like an angel, moving in slow motion, I swear to God, her arm now pulled away from her breasts, so that I now saw them presented to me in their pure, unadulterated, high definition glory. (I didn't really think about it when I said it, but unadulterated was like a triple entendre here, wasn't it? Because, like, she was I was barely an adult, and she was committing adultery... Never mind...)

  She sat down in front of me on the bed, and gently lowered her head down onto me like a cloud. I closed my eyes, braced myself, and savored the feeling as she dissolved around me, her lips melting hot, liquid, and wonderful on my cock, her tongue wrapping around my delectable shaft, the saliva bubbling up around me, everything a dream, and me having no desire whatsoever to wake up from it.

  It was greater, more beautiful than anything I could ever have imagined...

  “Oooohhhhhhh, Godddddd,” I sighed, like air being let out of a tire, and she began to bob her head, her blonde hair flashing around her head with the motion of her sucking, her huge tits swinging from her body, my cock plunging in and out of her like a piston into a shaft, her tongue slurping down, then away, near me, and gone again, the suction building as she pulled up, and then releasing in a cool, sensual burst as she returned once again, and again, and again and again and again...