“Come on, Mike, don’t look so shocked,” Gwendolyn admonished me. “We both know you thrive on my assertiveness,” She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “And you adore how much I love sex! You love to obey me when I am at my horniest. This isn’t any different.”
“It feels different,” I said sullenly. “I can’t stand the idea of someone else having you!”
“You’re thinking of it all wrong. No one’s ‘having’ me.”
I stared at her.
“I’m using them. I’m in control. Always!” She was fierce and magisterial.
It was small comfort. My face must have shown how I felt: bereft. She caressed my cheek again and then leaned in and kissed my on the lips.
“Trust me, Mike. I know best. You know I do. Have I steered you wrong yet?”
She certainly was sure of herself, and I was not. That much I could admit. And I knew that I was not going to stop her from doing whatever she wanted.
“You’ll see. It’s going to be glorious. Anyway, it’s not like it’s already happening. I don’t even have anyone in mind ” She picked up her bag. “I’ve got to go, two classes back to back. Want to meet back at your room at four-thirty?”
“Okay,” I mumbled.
“Good!” she said brightly. “I have a surprise for you.” She kissed me on the lips and walked away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gwendolyn was in the room when I got back. She was siting at my desk looking through my postcard collection.
“Darius let me in,” she said by way of explanation. “He was just leaving, going to the gym.”
“Cool. I’m glad you didn’t have to wait in the hall.”
“He said he knew who I was when I introduced myself. So you told him about me?”
I blushed. “I told him I had a girlfriend now.”
She got up and put her arms around me. “Yes, you do!” she said emphatically. She kissed me and groped my rapidly hardening cock.
“He’ll be gone for a least an hour, so we have plenty of time.” She gave my now erect cock a squeeze and stepped back. “I have a new test for you. Are you ready?”
I nodded. “Yes, Gwendolyn.” I was already in worship mode.
“I want you naked. Right now!” she commanded, and she began taking off her clothes too.
We stood facing each other, both of us naked. She grasped my rigid cock and smiled up at me.
“You see? My cock is always here for me. Always ready. Like you. That’s how I know it’s mine.”
She squeezed it gently, proprietorially. I moaned quietly, quite unintentionally. A trickle of precum began to run.
“I want you to lie down on the bed,” she said. She released my cock and licked the precum off her knuckles.
I lay with my head on the pillow and my arms at my side. Gwendolyn got on the bed and sat on my lower legs facing me. She was so beautiful and regal despite the questionable throne. Her naked form was tantalizing. She picked my cock up off my belly where it was leaking precum into my navel.
“For this test, you have to lie perfectly still. No moving. Except your mouth; you are allowed to speak. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said, remembering just in time not to nod my head.
“Now,” she said, stroking my cock very slowly, “you aren’t allowed to cum until I say so, understand?”
“Yes, Gwendolyn,” I said reverently. My arousal was synonymous with worship.
“Good boy,” she said, increasing my euphoria. “So, do you want to cum in my hand?” She continued her slow, gentle strokes. “So I can feed you your cum from my hand?”
“Yes, please, Gwendolyn,” I answered, enchanted. It was a dream. To be milked and fed by Gwendolyn’s divine hand!
“Or,” she pronounced authoritatively, “would you rather cum inside my pussy?” She watched my face, her eyes wide with excitement and mischief.
“What?” I was so surprised that it took a couple of beats before I managed to say, “In your pussy!” I almost forgot, in my excitement, that I was required to lie still. I took a deep breath. “Can I? Can I cum in your pussy?”
“Yes,” she said, sounding a little smug, but oh so sweet, “but you still can’t move and you can’t cum until I tell you.”
“Yes, Gwendolyn,” I said fervently, “I understand. Yes! Please?”
Gwendolyn scootched up my legs on her knees, got herself in position, and lowered herself onto my cock. I watched, observing her physicality with awe. She bit her lip in concentration as she reached for my cock beneath her to line it up. She settled down on it, slipping it easily between her slick lips, hot and snug and deep.
I let out my breath in a long jagged sigh. I didn’t realize I’d been holding it. I had to concentrate to keep from thrusting my pelvis. My arms wanted to envelop her. I wanted to roll her over and pound her cunt with savage thrusts. The urge to fuck her, to possess her, was so strong!
I banished the thought as soon as it occurred, feeling guilty, knowing it would destroy everything. I took a calming breath and focused on Gwendolyn as her pussy pressed into my groin and rocked ever so gently against the root of my cock.
I felt her weight on my thighs. It felt like possession. Remaining passive, I was completely under her control, a tool for her pleasure. And pleasure is what I saw now in her face, the transformation from concentration to bliss.
“Ohhhh,” she sighed, her face lighting up in pleasure, “your cock feels so good inside me!”
I watched her raise herself nearly all the way off my cock and lower herself again, grinding her wetness into my bare pubis. Again, I had to resist thrusting to match her movement, as she repeatedly rode my cock up and down, in and out, grinding, and gyrating, all while her internal muscles clenched and throbbed, massaging my shaft with an exquisite variety of pulses.
My cock was pulsing too, getting too close to the tipping point. I didn’t know which was affecting me more, the magic that Gwendolyn’s pussy was working on my captive cock, or the spell she cast on my fevered brain with the sensuous movements of her lithe body as I watched her pleasure herself, the glow of her perspiration, the slight sway of her firm breasts, and the intense expression of gratification on her radiant face.
I clenched my pelvic muscles to try to keep from cumming.
“Ooh, what are you doing to me?” she panted, “Don’t cum yet! Are you cumming?” She froze, clamping her pussy muscles. I could feel her juices running between my thighs, drenching my balls.
“I’m trying not to!” I cried out desperately. I closed my eyes. I thought about my old dog on the day she died. It worked; It took the edge off. I clenched again, making my cock flex.
“Ohhh,” Gwendolyn was moaning. She leaned forward, grinding her clit back against the root of my cock. She planted her hands on my chest and bucked spasmodically.
“Cum now!” she gasped. “You can cum now…”
I came. I erupted. I felt my balls contract. I felt huge pulses of cum coming in waves, shooting up and out like ballistic missiles. I’m afraid my hips bucked; my butt muscles were clenching; I couldn’t help it.
Gwendolyn came too then. She threw her head back and bore her pussy down hard, achieving maximum penetration, and made the most adorable keening sound, a suppressed wailing scream. And she collapsed on my chest. And I put my arms around her and ran a hand through damp hair.
“Is it okay to move now?” I whispered, raising my head to kiss her forehead, tasting her sweat.
She laughed out loud and stretched forward to meet my lips with hers.
“No, not yet,” she said, pretending with me that I hadn’t already. “I’m not finished with you yet.” She smiled in a way that I had learned meant she had something devious in mind. I thought I knew what it was.
“Okay. You’re the boss,” I said, grinning back at her and placing my arms back at my sides. And I was once again awash in gratitude.
“You are so amazing!” I gushed. “I see what you did. What you did for me.” I started to choke up. “You let me cum in your pussy without breaking the rules.” I gazed into the depths of her eyes. Mine were tearing up. “Thank you, Gwendolyn,” I said with heart-wringing reverence.
“Smart boy!” she beamed. “You were very good, too. You waited, you didn’t cum. I thought you were going to… Your cock moved inside me, it was so… Did you do that? because it moved. So you moved.”
Now her expressive face took on her admonishing look. “Did you move?” she asked, her eyes twinkled, though.
“No, Gwendolyn, that only happened because it was so hard not to cum. Please believe me.”
“Okay,” she said lightly. She scootched forward, letting my expended cock slip out of her swampy slit. “Do you know what comes next?” she asked coyly.
“Are you going to feed me my cum?” I asked, feeling a slight rebound in the cock department.
“Do you want it?” she asked.
“Yes, please, Gwendolyn.” Oh, how I loved saying her name. And I loved her making me do self-degrading things.
“Do you deserve it?”
I had cum for Gwendolyn three times and every time I had tasted my cum. The first time had been only that, a taste, but since then she had made a point of having me swallow as much of it as possible. I knew it was important to her.
“Only if you think so, Gwendolyn,” I said as humbly as I could with my cock and my passion rising.
She rose to her knees. “I think you’re a good boy who tried his best.”
She straddled my face. “So I will reward you.”
I looked up and saw her pubic mound, curls plastered with sweat and cum, and above it, her sweet face smiling down through the valley made by the swells of her lovely breasts. It was a fleeting vision; her mound moved forward, eclipsing that view with the deep crimson, swollen, and swampy flesh of freshly fucked pussy, lips drenched, distended, dripping with glistening, shimmering cum, and parted, gaping, a glimpse of her gooey depths where my slimy deposit awaited.
She eased herself into position, her thighs muffling my ears. I felt my spirits rise, and my cock too, as my senses were flooded with the aroma of her fecund flesh and the intense odor of our combined emissions. And she gently settled down on my face, lips to lips, perfectly situated for worship and reverent feasting.
I licked, I probed, I sucked, I slurped and swallowed. Nothing had ever felt or tasted like this. I was transported to a place I wanted to remain forever. Gwendolyn held herself perfectly still, accepting my worship, except for involuntary quivers and shivers of her sensitive flesh as I tantalized it. As I consumed the last traces of all the pearly-white boy-cum I could dig out of her exhilarant tunnel, the flavor was sweetening, tasting more and more of tangy fruit.
Now the juices were flowing freely, fresh and fecund. And Gwendolyn was no longer still. I heard her moan through my muffled ears as she began to slide on my face. I rejoiced as I drank her effluence, feeling her swollen clit scraping the bridge of my nose, rocking more and more vigorously.
With a bang and a whimper, she came again! And she slid her sopping pussy down off my face and stretched out beside me on my narrow bed. She lay her head on my chest and let out a heavy sigh.
“So good,” she sighed. And my rigid cock pulsed as if saluting her.
She lay still until her breathing calmed. Then she picked her head up and kissed me softy on my cheek.
“Mmm, I taste good, don’t I?” she said, licking her lips, tasting the juices from my face. She kissed me again, this time on the lips. She raised herself on he elbow to look in my eyes.
“Did you like that? Cleaning my pussy?” she asked with her characteristic innocence and mischief.
“Yes, Gwendolyn,” I replied huskily. “It was wonderful and nasty too. It made me feel cared for. And abused. In a good way, I mean. It was like… like an act of worship. Like I wanted to make you feel powerful and loved. And I wanted to eat up all your essence…”
I thought about those first moments, the first sight of her used cunt, and the smell as she lowered it to my face, almost rancid. I could acknowledge now that if not for the deep longing I felt for her, I would have been revolted. And if I hadn’t been trained to worship her pussy, I would have balked. And if she hadn’t taught me to relish her juices and to eat my own cum, the combination would have been too disgusting to swallow. But now, perversely, it was the very nastiness of the act that made me proud.
“Gwendolyn,” I said, “thank you for allowing me the privilege of cleaning your pussy. I want to do it for you always.”
I knew what that could mean. She had admitted that she wanted to fuck other boys. Would I be able to clean another guy’s cum out of her? The idea was totally humiliating. And that’s why it excited me. Because it would be for her. It would make me hers, hers to use, her own pussy cleaner. And she would be mine, my own to serve, my goddess and queen.
It was time we got up. Gwendolyn suggested studying in the library before supper.
“No, let’s not wash up,” she said. “I want to see if anybody notices. I like the smell of sex. I wonder if other people do.” She pulled her top on over her sweaty tits. “Don’t wipe your face. I like it shiny with my pussy juice.” She gave me her adorable evil grin.
“What about down here?” I asked, pointing to my slimy cock as I stood up.
Gwendolyn picked up my limp dick and wiped it with her hand. She also ran it over and under my balls, removing the excess slime. She held her hand out to me and I licked her palm like a grateful puppy.
“You really are a good boy!” she said, “And such a good cleaner, too.”
We waked across campus without attracting attention, but we got a couple of sidelong glances in the library. Slipping onto a chair at an unoccupied table, Gwendolyn whispered to me.
“That girl is jealous.” She tilted her head in the direction of a pretty black girl we had passed at the checkout desk. “She knows what’s on your face.”
“Really?” I said, “Do you think so?”
“Definitely! Not every girl has a boyfriend like you.” She leaned over and kissed my lips lightly. “Mmm, I do smell good,” she imparted. “Aren’t you glad I let you eat my pussy?”
“I am a very lucky boy,” I replied, excited.
“What if I lent you to her?” she asked me, leaning back again to watch my facial reaction. “I’d say, ‘My boyfriend is the best pussy licker. Do you want to try him?'” She giggled at my reaction.
I don’t know what she saw in my face, but I know what I felt in my pants! I turned in my chair to look over were the girl was standing. She really was pretty, with huge, almond shaped eyes, luscious lips accentuated with dark red lipstick, and wide, flared hips and thick thighs on an otherwise lithe, smallish frame. Was Gwendolyn serious? I wondered. I couldn’t help imagining how big her ass would look if I could see her from behind. How wonderful would she taste if her pussy were opened to me?
I think I recovered well. “You know I would do anything for you.” I hoped I didn’t sound too sheepish. I knew she could tell I was aroused; she always did.
She beamed at me. “Yes. Because you are My Very Good Boy.” She squeezed my arm. “Maybe some other time. Don’t you have schoolwork to do?” She raised her eyebrows in mock admonition.
Later, in the dining hall, Gwendolyn picked up the thread again, turning it into a bit of a game.
“How about that one?” she said, gesturing with her fork. I looked and saw a very small slip of a girl, barely five feet tall and very slim. She was carrying her tray to the return window.
“You never know,” I said, “There might be a tigress inside that little mouse.” She certainly had the look of a bookish introvert.
“Or that one.”
That one was just the opposite, a big girl in all dimensions, she was laughing with her friends as they entered the hall. Lots of flesh, bulging through the rips in her tight jeans and spilling out of the top of her tube top. I could easily imagine her smothering me to death.
“It might be the last you’d ever see of me,” I quipped.
“True. You might get lost in there,” she giggled. “But what about me?” she went on. “There are lots of nice boys here. Tell me, which one do you want me to fuck?”
I didn’t like this game any more. Not this part of it. But Gwendolyn looked so radiant – she pretty much always looked like that – she was happy and enjoying herself. Of course she meant to torment me. I was learning to love the humiliation she enjoyed inflicting on me.
I spotted an older student, looked like a military veteran. He was sitting alone, reading while he ate distractedly. Even seated he looked tall and muscular. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a slightly receding hairline.
“See that guy, sitting by himself?” She nodded. “That one,” I said.
“Hmm, nice!” said Gwendolyn, clearly approving my selection. “I’ll bet he really knows how to fuck!”
I knew she wasn’t serious. Not now. But I was certain that sooner or later she was going to let someone fuck her. I felt a little queasy now. The very idea frightened me. I felt sweaty and I lost my appetite. Why was I also so aroused?
