II. An Experiment
Darren had been walking to his lab. He was passing between the Old Chemistry Building and the new Life Science building which was under construction.
"It's too bad the build these buildings so damned close," he thought as he walked along the sidewalk. Land was at a premium, so when the new Life Science building was designed it was decided not to encroach any further into the open quadrangle than the old building did. Instead they extended it fifteen feet to the rear, gobbling up most of a little used lane that originally ran between the old Life Science Building and the Old Chemistry Building. That also necessitated cutting down a number of lovely old trees in the process which caused no small amount of protest from the students and some of the faculty.
Darren glanced up at the steel scaffolding that rose up behind a solid metal barrier-fence. The scaffolding resembled the exoskeleton of some huge monster. Still looking up, he caught his toe on a buckled portion of the sidewalk.
"Damn," he said, "They should take better care of this place."
Had he not looked down at that instant, he probably would have seen a section of the scaffolding tip outwards and be able to beat a hasty retreat. But he didn't.
"Look out!" he heard some yell frantically from above and glance up to see the steel framework rushing toward him. Instinctively he raised his arms and jumped to his right, towards the Old Chemistry Building.
The scaffolding smashed into the old building at the second storey level, buckled and continued its downward plunge. Darren felt a searing pain in his left leg and an instant later an equally intense pain in his head. He lost consciousness.
Darren Jansen had graduated from Mc Leicester magna cum laude. His parents were immensely proud of him. The whole family attended the graduation. Johnathan was in his second year at IIT--he had scored in the upper half percent in the SAT's and was valedictorian of his high school class. Marilyn was equally bright and was the salutatorian of her class, graduating just the week before.
He received a generous assistantship at the University of Wisconsin. His undergraduate degree was in biological science and he decided to focus his Master's studies on genetics. There had been some discussion with his Mc Leicester advisor that he should enter medicine, but Darren did not have that inclination. So his advisor not only wrote him a superb recommendation, but also called a friend of his in the Graduate School at Madison to add his personal, verbal recommendation. His letter of acceptance along with the assistantship followed quickly.
Madison was the biggest city that Darren had lived. It was vibrant and provided a wide variety of entertainment as befits any community with a large university. The school, of course, was among the best in his area. He immersed himself wholly into academe.
Darren was not a book-worm. Although, from an early age he had innately learned to set priorities. Schooling now took top billing. His social life was what one might describe as 'average.' At Mc Leicester he had dated relatively regularly and had two, no. . . three brief associations (he hated the word 'affairs'). The one that he usually forgot was the fleeting fling he had with a pretty coed from Rhinelander during the second semester of his Freshman year. He suspected that there were other things which insinuated themselves into his memory during that period.
Nonetheless, within a month, Darren had settled into the routine of the university at Madison and was rather happy. His classes were going well. He had found an apartment which he shared with four others--three girls and another guy. His roommate was Chris Fredericks, a history major from Milwaukee. Chris was pleasant, relatively neat, as was Darren, enjoyed good food and partying occasionally, as did Darren, and spent a good share of his time studying, as did Darren. Actually, there couldn't have been a better roommate for him.
Half way through the first semester Darren met Mari (pronounced: Mah-REE) Roth. For those who knew Darren, Mari didn't seem to fit. She was extremely extroverted, a sparkling if not sarcastic wit, and an incisive mind. If she was irritated, expletives flowed from her mouth. Her attire could only be described as 'eye catching!' She was tall, willowy, with long straight, gleaming black hair and flashing dark eyes, full mouth with a brilliant smile.
Darren, by then had reached a full six-feet-two inches, one-hundred-eighty-five pounds of neatly arranged muscles. His light brown hair, almost blonde, was complimented by his dark brown eyes and he tended to tan easily. Unlike Mari, he was not an extrovert, but he leaned towards gregariousness; he had a quiet sense of humor; and was known to utter a substantial string of oaths if his temper got the better of him. His mental abilities could only be described as 'substantial.' Finally, he tended to dress in comfortable subdued clothes. Actually, when one considered Mari and Darren, they complemented each other--opposites attract.
Late one afternoon he was sitting in the Student Union's 'Grill' after an exhausting seminar, drinking a beer. The Grill, a large room with substantial oak tables and equally generous chairs, was full. Many were in animated discussions, a few were quietly talking, nearly all were consuming that amber liquid for which Wisconsin was duly famous.
At a nearby table a mixed group of six or seven were in a heated discussion which seemed to be getting out of control. Darren glanced over to this group with mild, bemused interest. The discussion hit a high crescendo. The phrases that Darren could understand seemed to revolve around some political issue.
"He's a fuckin reactionary!"
"Look at his record. . . ."
"Just 'cause he voted for the trade bill. . . ."
"Look at his record. . . ."
"Nothing he's ever said. . . ."
"LOOK AT HIS RECORD!" was repeated for the third time, then, "Shit! You guys can't see beyond your fuckin nose!"
Darren smiled to himself and watched the passionate person who had uttered that last remark, stand up, push away from the table, grab her beer, and wheel away. She wore a beige, silk knit T-shirt which revealed all the subtleties of her ample form, black jeans, black 'granny' shoes and a purple, light weight, wool jacket. She turned to her right, was blocked by closely packed chairs, then turned left and walked towards where Darren was sitting. Her face was crimson with rage. Her eyes flashed. Her mouth was set and her nostrils flared. Darren smiled at her obvious pique.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" she snarled at him upon seeing his amusement.
"I'm, not laughing, just amused at how anger can change the face of an obviously beautiful woman into a veritable Harpy."
Her eyes widen with continued rage, "What are you?" she shot back, "A fuckin chauvinist pig!"
He continued to smile and calmly retorted, "No, I'm a Badger."
Darren's quick comeback had caught the woman slightly off guard. She glared at him a second or two. He smiled back. Her flashing eyes suddenly began to sparkle, her set mouth spread into a smile, a single eyebrow arched and she sat in a chair opposite Darren.
"Those guys drive me nuts. . ." the passion was unabated, ". . . they have tunnel vision. . . . . can't see beyond their damned noses. . . . ," the words tumbled from her mouth, followed by a mouthful of beer.
Calmly, "How-do-you-do," he said and offered his hand across the table, "I'm Darren Jansen. . . from Prescott." His eyebrows arched as he flashed a full smile.
She was caught completely off guard, again. His calm attitude in front of her white-hot anger suddenly and utterly defused her rage. She dropped her head, her whole body relaxed. Then she stood up, beer in hand, turned completely around and regarded Darren with her dark eyes that now were somewhere between teasing and seductive.
"Hello," she said, cocking her head and flashing a brilliant smile. "The Grill seems quite crowded today," she cooed. "Do you mind if I share your table?"
"Not at all," Darren answered, nodding to the chair she had just left, marveling at the transformation, and her obvious wit.
"Thank you very much," she purred as she sat demurely. She offered her hand across the table and added, "I'm Mari Roth."
"So nice to meet you Mari," he said, continuing this charade. "I'm 'fuckin chauvinist pig,'" he added calmly.
Her eyes widened imperceptibly, but not to be outdone, she parried, "Can I call you 'fuck' for short?"
They both burst into laughter, bright and cleansing.
Immediately they fell into that casual kind of conversation that people conduct when they first meet. As the minutes passed their exchange ranged wider and deeper, somewhat more intimate.
Two hours later, Mari blurted out, "I'm famished, Have you eaten?"
"No, I haven't"
"Lets go somewhere else and get something to eat."
"Is this a date?" Darren asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"No. . . , I just enjoy talking to you and besides. . . . I'm hungry."
After a brief instant, "Mari, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked in mock formality.
"Why, yes, Mr. Jansen, I'd be delighted," she answered with equal mockery.
They stood up together, Darren theatrically offered his arm, Mari curtsied and just as theatrically took it. Again they broke into brilliant laughter as they exited the Grill. She turned and shot 'the finger' to her former tablemates as the left!
They ate at one of the numerous ethnic restaurants that border the campus and catered to students--the Bombay. The portions were sufficient, the food mildly spicy and the quality adequate.
"Would you like wine?" Darren asked after they had ordered.
"Do you drink wine with Indian food?" Mari asked mildly concerned.
"Hell, I don't know," he answered matter-of-factly, and then again, "Would you like wine?"
"Sure."
They ate slowly, drank the wine slowly and continued their discussion quietly. An hour and a half later, after a cup of dark, muddy, but delicious coffee they left. Arm-in arm, but this time relaxed and natural. Their two bodies seemed to move as one. They walked, they talked and they occasionally laughed.
Two hours later, Mari said, "Darren, I live down this street," as she nodded to her right.
"Oh, sure," he said and added, "guess it's getting late. I've lost the track of time."
She stopped in front of a two storey 'four-plex. ' "I live here. . . . would. . . . you like to come up?"
Darren only nodded. In the past few hours a kind of transformation had insinuated itself into his being. It was nothing he could logically describe. It was a feeling that infused his whole person. She led him up the stairs, hand-in-hand, and into her apartment. Without warning, without preamble they turned to each other and lost themselves in a deep and passionate kiss. Their bodies molded to each other, sensing the warmth and undulations of the other's being. Slowly they began to undulate in a primal dance.
They broke the kiss to breath deeply and kissed again, this time low moans issued from deep inside them. Hands began to course over forms, registering every undulation, every bulge. The groans grew more pronounced and more insistent.
They broke the kiss again and gazed deeply into each other's eyes. At the same time and in consort, they removed their clothes, flinging them away and came together in a more insistent manner, kissing deeply. Flesh against flesh, vast stores of primal energy ran through their bodies and was transferred to the other. Each fire fueled the other. Mari's hand snaked down his back, over his firm ass cheek to his thigh and then insinuated itself between the two closely pressed bodies until it reached Darren's rigid, pulsating cock. He groaned as he felt her fingers encircling its thickness. He moved his hands down to her satiny ass, cupped the cheeks in both his hands and pulled her even closer.
She groaned and began to swivel her hips and thrust them forward. Grinding her cunt-hairs against his muscular thighs she continued this primordial dance.
He, likewise, uttered a low, throaty groan and began to thrust his finger-encased cock against the lower belly. White hot, carnal sensations coursed through their torrid bodies.
She pulled her lips away from his. Her eyes were luminous, her mouth crimson and moist with passion, her tongue traced over the upper lip and her breath was sweet. Without warning she dropped down and Darren could feel his cock being encased by her hot, juicy lips. Again, without warning or preamble she took its whole formidable length into her mouth, burying her nose into his cock hairs. She smelled the musk of that most holy place and began to mouth-fuck his cock. Slowly, retreating and advancing she forced his delicious dick in and out of her mouth. She began to manipulate his pendulous ball-sack.
Darren threw his head back, thrust his hips even father forward and reveled in the lascivious sensations. Like his cock, his ball-sack became incredibly sensitized and began to pucker and draw upwards. Mari's fingers moved behind the tight scrotum and one finger brushed over his ass-hole. Galvanically, Darren jack-knifed, over sensitized, pulling his cock from her popping mouth. She looked up smiling. He knelt down in front of her and planted a wet searching kiss on that wonderful mouth. His right hand moved down her flat, heaving belly, through her silky cunt-hairs and into that desirable slit. He slipped a finger into its recesses and marveled at the fact that it was already overflowing with life's lubricating fluid. Gently he forced her to lay prone on the carpet, spread her legs apart, crawled in between them and lowered his mouth to her steaming cunt. His tongue darted out and immediately sought her clit. Mari groaned and arched her hips upward to
meet his probing tongue. Insistently, his tongue-tip flicked over that erotic button. She gasped, arched further off the carpet and began to rotate her hips. He reached beneath and supported her ass with his splayed fingers, thumb comfortably resting just below her cunt-hole. He could feel that her fuck-juices had already flowed to that point. As his tongue lapped her white-hot button, his lubricated thumb began to massage her puckered ass opening.
Her passion was like a fiery furnace. She dropped her arched hips back to the carpet, pushed Darren's lapping mouth away from her screaming clit and sat up. Darren sat back on his haunches, panting. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed his open mouth, tasting her own love juices on his lips and tongue.
Quickly, she drew her legs up to a squatting position, bracketed Darren's flexed legs and lowered herself completely onto his torrid, spasming upstanding cock. They both gasped with delight. She ground her hips against his thighs as he thrust his hips upwards. With her hands on his shoulders for support, she began to raise and lower her moistened fiery love-center on his turgid pole. Darren reveled in the lascivious feeling of his hard, impaled, veined cock and that hot muscled cunt-tunnel rippling up and down its entire length. Mari began to groan, first quietly and then more insistently as she forced his hard cock deep into her cunt.
After several minutes, Mari's movements subsided. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head next to his, and panted from her sensual exertion. Gently Darren held her and laid her back down on the carpet. His cock never leaving that luscious place. Her arms fell outward away from her body, her knees flexed and spread wide, and her languid eyes looked deeply into his. Darren supported himself on his elbows, his hands clasping her chest, thumbs on each of her red, rigid nipples. He began a slow and easy fucking motion. . . . just with his hips. Slow and easy, half in and half out, as he too gazed down into her eyes. Her long black hair haloed her transfixed face. She gazed back as she was slowly being lifted to another erotic high. Half in and half out, half in and half out he continued the slow rhythm, from time to time he would torque hips. After a short time of quiet fucking, he began to feel her hips thrusting upwards. Still gazing deep
into each other's eyes he began to thrust deeper into her. She responded with more and more insistent counter-thrusts.
Soon he was plunging the whole length of his cock into her hot, juicy fuck-hole. She reacted with hissing, "yes. . . . yes. . . . Yes. . . . Yes. . . . YES!" and then quickly she squirmed out from under him. She rolled over, brought her knees up under her stomach and raised her milky white ass, exposing the crimson lipped, dripping cunt.
"Fuck me," she commanded hoarsely. He quickly positioned himself behind her, grasped her hips and lunged forward. As some primitive, guided missile, his now throbbing cock unerringly found its mark and was buried up to it whole length.
"Oh, yesss," she breathed, "fuck my cunt."
Darren, by now could do nothing else! He plunged in and out, his balls slapping her cunt.
"Yessss. . . . fuck me, fuck me hard!"
He was complying, not because she commanded, but because he had been stripped of all conscious volition was was running on primal necessity. Her hip muscles rippled as he lunged, forcing her body forward. She gripped the carpet, bracing herself against his pistoning.
"Yes. . . . YES. . . . YES!" she uttered, "Shove that beautiful big cock deep into me."
"YES. . . . YESSS. . . . YESSSSSS!" she gasped.
Darren suddenly felt a rippling motion about his plunging cock. That sensation shot him over the edge.
"I'm COMING!" he blurted out as his reddish-lavender headed monster began to spit forth copious amounts of cum while buried it deep inside her. Four, five, six more lunges and he collapsed, rolling off the source of his lascivious exhaustion.
Mari too rolled onto her back resting her head against Darren's chest. Both were panting like spent race horses. He rested his right hand on her breast and she rested he left hand on his thigh. They lay that way for several minutes, getting their breath back and marveling at what had just taken place.
"You're awfully quiet."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"When you make love, you don't talk much."
"I guess, I'm too busy concentrating," he answered.
"Well, it's really sexy to have your partner tell you how he feels. . . . you know. . . . sex talk. . . not polite conversation."
She giggled and snuggled up to him and they lay quietly again in that wonderful afterglow. Mari suddenly uttered a quiet laugh.
"What's so funny?" he queried.
"You know, I was right." she answered with another giggle.
"Right about what?"
"Back at the Grill when I asked if I could call you 'fuck for short,'" then she added, "I should call you 'fuck for long!'"
They laughed lightly and then quietly dozed off.
Some twenty or thirty minutes later, Darren was aware of Mari stirring. She quietly sit up. He felt a light touch, a finger tracing itself the length of his flaccid cock resting across his right thigh. Again the feather-like touch and his cock, imperceptibly began to come alive. Fingers carefully hefted his ball-sack, lightly rolling the contents from one side to the other. His cock lurched slightly as it continued to grow.
A hot fluttering sensation flicked around his cock-head. He opened his eyes to see Mari's pink tongue dancing 'bout his swelling glans.
"That's nice," he murmured.
She glanced up, "What a perfectly beautiful cock." She then sucked his not-yet-rigid-cock into her mouth.
"You're a wanton," he snorted lightly.
She stopped, let loose of his cock, turned and teasingly asked, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Never," he answered.
She repositioned herself between his thick thighs, lowered her head and began to suck his cock in earnest. Darren sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying her mouth's ministering. Her mouth was a master, a wizard at what it was doing.
Mari pulled away with a slurping sound, straddled his thighs and began to rub her hot pussy back and forth over his cock imprisoned between her hot cunt and his lower belly. Her movement became more insistent and Darren detected a hot, moistening of her cunt. Beads of perspiration dotted her face as their eyes met. She seemed possessed, or at least deep in a primal concentration.
Mari sat up slightly, rotated her hips, reached between her legs to grasp his throbbing cock, bring its plumb-like head to her torrid cunt-hole and slammed downward. She had impaled herself completely on his rigid pole.
He gasped at the feeling of his cock being suddenly enfolded in that hot, moist cavity. and arched his hips upward. She began to buck on his cock, like a wrangler on a bronco. His upward thrusts were in time with he downward movements. The feeling was deliciously carnal.
The phone rang. Both interrupted their movement for a second, but then began again, wholeheartedly. The phone rang again. . . . and a third time. They continued riding each other. The answering machine clicked on and they barely heard the recorded message as cock and cunt continued their union.
"Mari? This is Jeanne. If you're there, please answer the phone. . . . . I need to tell you something. . . . . important!" came the insistent voice on the other end of the line, "Mari!"
"Shit," Mari said as she rose quickly from her position and took the two steps to the phone. "Hello. . . . . Jeanne? What is it?" she asked with a slight edge to her voice.
Darren sat up and was close enough to Mari to run his hand up the back of her leg.
"Yes. . ." Mari acknowledged into the phone. She swiveled her hips and spread her legs slightly as an invitation to Darren to continue. He did. He moved his hand up between her legs to her sopping pussy and slipped two fingers into her hot, pulsing vagina.
Again she rotated her hips. "Yes. . . yes, I understand," she uttered and then added, "John should know." Darren withdrew his fingers and then slid his middle finger up the slit to her erect clit and began to massage it.
"Well ask him. . . again!" she gulped. Darren placed his other hand on her milky ass-cheeks, thumb resting in the cleft. He perceived that her lubricating fluid had trickled down to that area. He pressured his thumb inward and Mari responded by thrusting her hips backwards. That action brought Darren's thumb quickly in contact with the little puckered hole. He rubbed it with his thumb.
"Ahh. . . . ,"she responded, then into the phone, "What? Oh, nothing. . . What else did he say?" Darren continued gently stimulating her hot clit and increased the pressure on her sphinctered hole. His thumb pushed insistently and she responded with continued backward pressure. The little muscled gate gave way and his thumb slipped inside.
"Oh, god. . . ," she gasped, then, "What?. . . No, not really. . . . . . ." then quickly the words tumbled out, "Well, if you really want to know, I have just had the best fuck of my life and you called when I was having seconds. . . . . . . . . No. . . no, you don't know him. . . . I'm not going to tell you his name. . . . . . Okay, bye." She hung up the phone.
"Well that was to the point," Darren stated, amused.
"She's a friend," Mari stated and groaned again as Darren had not stopped his actions.
"You have the most beautiful ass," he stated flatly. He stood up, clasped her hips and commanded, "Bend over, I want to take you from behind."
She complied, reached between her legs and guided Darren's aching cock to her spectacularly hot, moist pussy. He shoved it in.
"Oh, god that feels good," she gasped.
He began to batter his cock into her cunt. She bent all the way over bracing herself against that delicious onslaught with her hands on the floor. Darren looked down and observed his thick, wet cock sliding in and out of her cunt-hole.
"Oh, Mari, I love to watch my cock fucking your hole!" he gasped. He also regarded her tight little ass-hole winking up at him. He moved his right hand from her hip and ran a finger tip over that opening.
Mari gasped. "I love your fuckin cock inside of me and what your fuckin fingers do to me."
Darren concentrated on his pistoning hips and again slipped his thumb into her already lubricated ass-hole.
"GOD, yes. . . . that feels so fuckin good!"
Darren began to thumb-fuck her ass in unison with his cock. Mari's head whipped back and forth in indescribable ecstasy. Suddenly she stood up, wrenched free of his impaling cock and thumb and commanded, "Lay down on the floor."
Darren did as he was bid and looked up as she straddled his hips, glorying in the sight of her luxurious, liquid beaded cunt. Mari knelt, straddling his hips, reached between her legs, grasped his slippery cock and lowered herself. Darren was somewhat surprised as his turgid rod did not easily slip into her moist pussy. Rather, his cock-head met with some resistance. She bore down further. The pressure on his cock-head nearly reached the threshold of pain. Suddenly there was release and the plumb-like head was gripped by an unknown force.
Mari gasped, held still and then began to lower herself further.
Darren could feel half the length of his cock being grasped with some unknown muscled force. Then it dawned on him, "It's in her ass!" he shouted to himself.
Finally, she lowered herself all the way down. She sighed deeply.
Slowly, ever so slowly she began to raise and lower herself on that penetrating scepter. The sensations that this fuck-tunnel engendered was beyond anything Darren had ever experienced. He had slept with a number, well, no, a few women in the past. Those experiences had involved vaginal intercourse and on one or two occasions a good blow-job. Never had he fucked an ass! It was indescribable. He was speechless.
"God, your cock feels good," she purred as she continued that slow lascivious pumping. Then she added, "Do you like my ass?"
"Oh, yes. . . . I've never felt anything like it," he confessed, unashamedly. Darren slipped his thumb into her pussy and again began to thumb her clit. His action brought a quickening of her plunging hips as his cock slipped in and out of that tight, muscled sheath.
He could feel a tingling sensation began to rise deep in the core of his being. His ball-sack tensed in preparation of imminent release. He quickened his thumb's stimulating movement on her hard button.
Mari began to shudder and her ass-hole began to spasm.
"Oh, god, Mari." Darren groaned as the thrust upward, deeper into that dark passageway.
"Yess. . . . Yess."
Her trembling became more pronounced as did her spasming sphincter. He plunged upward, harder, deeper. The impending explosive release mounted in intensity.
"I'm going to cum. . . ." he gasped.
"Yes. . . . YES. . . . YES!" she uttered and then even louder, "YESSS. . . . YESSSSSS!"
The intensity of her orgasm, fueled by his big cock plummeting in and out, coupled with his massaging thumb, was huge and complete. His imprisoned cock was assaulted with wave after wave of rippling contractions. He could hold off no longer.
"I'm going to. . . . CUMMM!" he shouted uncontrollably.
His violent upward thrust nearly dislodged Mari. She could feel his spasming dick swell as it shot its prodigious load deep inside her. His hot cum filled her. Three, four, five times he sunk his cock into her, each time with less force, then he collapsed, sweaty and panting. She, too, collapsed over him, resting her head on his shoulder, her hair spread across his chest.
"That was wonderful," she quietly murmured.
"Wonderful. . . . !" was all he could say.
In seconds they both fell into sated sleep.
An hour later Darren awoke with a clear need to piss. Mari lay on top of him, his limp cock was still imprisoned in her ass. He could smell the aroma of damp bodies, that musk that comes from love-making and her sweet hair falling over his chest.
"Mari. . . ." he whispered.
"Mmmmm," she sleepily replied.
"Mari," again he whispered, "I need to use the john."
Slowly she roused herself, raised up, looked down at his face with languid eyes, planted a light kiss on his lips and whispered, "You're wonderful."
"You're pretty wonderful yourself," came the reply.
She rose up and in that movement her sphinctered tunnel gave up its treasure. The feeling of his cock slipping past that tight opening sent a twinge through Darren.
"This way," she said as she led him down as short hall to the bathroom.
She entered the bathroom, motioned to the commode and said with out ceremony, "You pee, I'm going to shower." She entered the clear glass enclosure and turned on the water.
Normally, Darren was rather private about his bodily elimination. But, his need to urinate was pressing and took precedence. He directed his yellow stream into the bowl and gazed at Mari's form being inundated with the cleansing shower. He finished, flicked off the last drop and without invitation he entered the shower. She turned to him and smiled.
They began to lather each other's body, reveling in the intimacy. Shortly his cock began to lengthen.
"Now, who's the wanton?" Mari giggled.
They came together again in the shower, her legs wrapped around his waist while he supporting her with his hands on her buttocks. Warm water flowed over their straining bodies, dripping off his balls and her suspended ass. They fucked.
Darren quietly let himself into the shared apartment and went to his bedroom. It was 7:30 a. m. As he entered Chris was zipping up his jeans.
"Where you been?" Chris asked brightly glancing over to his room mate.
"Out," came the answer.
"Christ, you look beat. Whatch-ya do, fuck all night," he teased and snorted. Chris was one of those persons who woke up bright and cheery every morning.
"If you only knew," Darren answered and flung himself on his bed.
Chris looked quizzically at his room mate, arched an eyebrow and decided not to push any further. He and Darren had become rather close friends and he knew that Darren could be quite reticent at times. If he wanted to open up, he would, in his own time.
"I've gotta go. . . . got an 8:30. . . . See ya tonight?" Chris chattered.
"Yeah, sure," Darren answered.
Chris left. Darren tried to make sense of the past fifteen hours. He couldn't. He fell into a deep refreshing sleep.
Darren and Mari became an item. They shared much together. They complimented each other--she a brilliant extrovert, he somewhat reticent in public; she loved theater, he the symphony; she liked Indian food, he loved French cuisine--they shared their likes and dislikes. Both had a highly developed sense of social consciousness, both liked long hikes in the woods that bordered the campus and both loved sex. For them it was fantastic! Mari tended to be a bit more experimental in that realm--she had introduced him to her dildo.
One night, while she knelt between his thighs and was sucking his cock voraciously, she began to finger his ass-hole. He groaned slightly at that combined stimulation. She deposited a dollop of saliva on her finger and carefully slipped it into his ass. He groaned.
"Feel good?" she asked.
"Ah-huh," he answered quietly, a little embarrassed at the confession.
She began to slide her finger in and out in time with her bobbing head. He groaned even more and began to torque his body as his head thrashed back and forth. He raised on knee and spread his legs apart, involuntarily, so as to give her easier and deeper access. Then she ceased both actions and opened the drawer to her night table, reached in and drew out a six inch, pink, anatomically correct rubber cock--a dildo. His eyes widened slightly.
"A little toy," she smiled.
"Doesn't look so little to me."
"It's not as big as yours," she smiled and then ordered, "Relax," as she lubricated the length of the dildo and then his sensitized ass-hole with her slippery finger. Carefully she positioned that false-cock on his puckered hole and began to rotate it. Darren had to admit that the feeling was exciting. Then she began to exert a little pressure, still twisting the rubber dick. He could feel more pressure.
"Relax, lover boy," she commanded, "Take deep breaths and relax."
He did as he was told and suddenly the latex cock-head slipped past his outer sphincter. He lurched from the sensation and from the invasion, but Mari did not let her plaything become dislodged. She twisted it some more and that movement sent heated shock waves through his body. It was insinuated further in and then drawn back a little. Darren became aware of a strange stuffed feeling and the motion was not unpleasant. Mari began to slowly insert the dildo and retract it in and out, simulating a fucking motion. Darren began to moan. Again she buried his cock in her mouth and began to give him a blow job he would never forget. The feeling of her hot, juicy mouth sliding up and down his cock coupled with the novel sensation of the dildo advancing and retreating, in and out of his sensitized ass hole was delicious. Both his cock and ass were being fucked at the same time!
Darren and Mari were an item. They shared much together. . . . . but not everything. Their association was perfect. . . . for them.
After a year, Chris asked Darren, "When are ya goin t' marry?"
"We've never talked about it," came the answer. And they never did. They were an item. They had not made an emotional commitment! It was not 'in-the-cards. ' However, their association was mutually beneficial and mutually positive.
They saw each other regularly, not all the time. They made love frequently, not all the time. Both had an unacknowledged higher commitment--their studies, their career. They complimented each other.
Early one evening, in his fourth semester, Darren trudged through the snow to Mari's apartment. He had called her the night before and asked if she would be home the next afternoon.
She said, "I think so."
"I might come over. . . . that is, if I finish in the lab early. We might go out to dinner."
"Sure, okay," had been the answer.
Darren's experiments took longer than he thought. It was later than he expected, but then the date was somewhat tentative. If she had left he would understand. He mounted the stairs and down the short hall to her door. He had the key in hand. The key that she had given him six months before. He noticed that the door was ajar.
"Strange," he said to himself. He pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment. What came into his view was nearly as shocking as the sight of Gene Villarosa and Dick Perkins those few years back. Mari, nude, was on her back, knees drawn up and spread apart. Over her in the opposite direction was an equally nude blonde, female furiously tonguing Mari's cunt. Likewise, Mari's tongue was flicking over the blonde's pussy while she shoved her dildo in and out of the blonde's ass. The movement of the door caused Mari to glance up. Their eyes met.
Mari stopped her tonguing, smiled slightly and said, "Please. . . . leave. . . and close the door. . . . ." Then she added, "Call me later."
He carefully placed the key on the little table beside the door. He closed the door and left. He did not call her. He did not see her again, except casually on campus. He was not incensed. He was not angry. He was not jealous. He was not even annoyed. Darren simply did not want to continue. The 'experiment' was over. . . .