By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2008 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

The knocking on his door was loud and persistent.  John turned off his computer and rolled off his bed, all in one rapid movement.  Closing the laptop, he secreted it under his bed, before climbing into his jeans and pulling his zipper up over his shoved down, raging, ready-to-orgasm cock.

Why won’t these people just they leave me alone?

He rushed to the door and found Wrestling Coach Matthis and Detective Forth waiting.

“Come in.  Excuse my appearance,” he said, crossing his arms over his bare chest.  “I have a shit-load of homework to tackle this weekend and I was just about to grab a shower before I got started.”

“Well, you did so well at practice this week I was going to treat you to dinner and a beer even.  But if you’re too busy?” Coach Matthis said.

“Yeah and I have a psychology lab in the morning.”

“Is that Seth’s computer there on his desk?” Detective Forth asked.  “I gather that’s the last of his things?”

John nodded his head frantically, afraid to speak.  There were too many secrets in this dorm room, waiting to be discovered.  Needing to be protected.  Like the evidence stashed under his bed, the computer that held Seth’s women, women now bequeathed to him.

Please go.  Chloe is waiting.  I need her.  I need her breasts.  I need to see her tits.  They’re all I can think about.  Can’t you see my need? Please, both of you, get out of my room.

John had long ago considered that he was going mad, just as he was sure Seth had done.  But, also like Seth, he didn’t care.  The pleasure these women gave was too compelling, too addictive, too divine.  These huge breasted sirens called out to him every minute of every day.  They crept inside his dreams and filled him with urges so large and so obsessive that they’d become the core directing his entire life.  He had managed to keep up with his classes and wrestling team practices because Seth’s spirit was always in the room, instructing John, telling him that keeping up with his grades was the cost of this experience.  And John was willing to pay it, if it meant being left alone with the computer that held the key to unspeakable pleasures.  That held the key to Seth.

How many times had he been asked?:  “When did you last see Seth?”

How many times had he answered?: “He was finishing a paper when I got home from my parents’ place on Sunday.  I invited him to go drinking, but he refused.  I got home drunk and didn’t check his bed that night, but for sure he was gone when I woke in the morning.

All that was true, but there was more.

When did you last see Seth?: “Monday morning when I woke up, Seth wasn’t in his bed.  His computer was on, but with the monitor turned off.  I thought that was strange, so I turned it on.  There was a hooded man on the screen being seduced by the whip brandishing Mistress Samantha, the most gorgeous, seductive dominatrix I had ever seen.  She was threatening to bury her victim’s face in her humongous bosom and watch him come.  It turned me on so bad, so good, that I couldn’t turn away from it.  And then she whipped off his hood and I saw that it was Seth, smiling blissfully as he disappeared under an avalanche of her tit flesh.  He was coming buckets.  So was I . . .

“Keeping up with work is important.  We’ll catch that dinner another time,” Matthis was saying.

“That’ll be great,” John said.

He watched the detective and Matthis as though he were watching theatre from the staggering heights of the very last row, top balcony.  He could hardly see them.  He could hardly hear them.  And he couldn’t stand the play.  All he wanted was for it to be over.

Detective Forth strode across the dorm room and bagged the laptop, while Coach Matthis, placed his arm protectively across John’s shoulders.

“You’re shaking son,” he said, concern softening his usually commanding tone.  He followed Forth to Seth’s side of the room.  “When will this investigation be over.  It’s really taking it’s toll on the students.  Especially my boy here and he’s got some important matches coming up.  I need him focussed.  It’s been two months already.”

“It has,” Forth agreed, “and it stops today.  There is no foul play indicated here.  Seth has taken off for parts unknown, an adult who has run away from school.  We don’t have time for this.  His parents think they might have been too tough on him.  All he did was study.  No sports.  No girlfriends.  No extra curricular activity.  I feel sorry for them, but we’re done here.  We won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“Ah, thanks,“ John said.

Just leave.  She’s waiting.  Just leave.

John’s head was pounding with anxiety.  Suppose Chloe was gone by the time he got back to her.  That happened sometimes.  He’d leave a picture or video up and it would have changed by the time he turned the monitor on again.  It was strange, as if the women had free will and it was all bent toward driving him insane with lust and all consuming anticipation.  Chloe had promised that they were moving to a new level of pleasure.  The possibility that she might not be there crossed his mind like a migraine shot straight from a lightening rod.  He looked across the room.  Forth and Matthis were still talking.  About what, John had no idea and he couldn’t have cared less.

Please leave.  Just leave.

His cock stirred and his heart beat skipped erratically, as Chloe’s image flooded his mind.  He was drowning in need of her.

He’d found her in a study on all fours, crouching on a leather couch like a jungle cat ready to spring.  Her head was cocked to one side and her long blonde tresses fell teasingly over one side of her face, free falling over her impressive ledge of tit flesh.  She’d tucked the other side coquettishly behind her ear, showing off the emerald green earring that dropped almost to her shoulder, glittering, the same color as her eyes.  Her long lashes, perfect cheek bones and full pouty lips made her feral expression as dangerous as it was irresistibly beautiful and John was hers from the first moment he saw her.

Her leopard skin top fell off her shoulders, exposing her warm summer tan, exposing breasts so large that her hand, crossed over to cup one rounded tip, looked impossibly small.  She wore short black shorts, trimmed with a matching leopard skin and her long tapered legs teased out of knee high black leather boots.

“You’ve been such a good boy these last few weeks.  All the girls send good reports.  You may be ready for the next level,” she had said, crawling off the couch to stand, hip cocked to one side, hands on hips, her huge breasts rising and falling, hypnotising him.  “You’re beginning to really deserve these,” she said, hugging herself tight, causing her glorious breasts to swell, a giant wave, causing the large ring of her aureole to peek out from her top.  John’s cock was already leaking pre-cum, as she whispered, “And by the way, my name’s Chloe.”

She dropped her chin, a shy but devilish smile, beaming out of her now newly innocent face.  John knew she was up to something.  She licked her lips, ever so slowly, as she bent over slightly, further exposing her pendulous, heavy-hanging tits.  “Hot,” she said, as she slipped both hands between her thighs.  “My pussy is so hot,” she said, using thumb and forefinger to tease and tempt her pussy lips and clit through the material of her shorts.  “Why don’t you look at my titties.  That’s a good boy.  Now stick out your tongue.  Show me what you would do if that tongue were to land on my hard horny clit.  Taste my juices as you bring me along.  As you make me hotter.  As you make me come.  Play with my clit.  Use that tongue.”

“John.  John!  Detective Forth is leaving!  Why are you screwing up your face like that?  What’s wrong with your tongue?  Pull yourself together, boy.  You’re really, really beginning to worry me.”

Coach’s voice seemed to come from far away and John had trouble focussing.  All he could cling to was that both men seemed ready to leave.  He’d soon be alone.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about an assignment I have to get through this weekend.”

“Must be making you real nervous.  Gotta’ take it easy, son,” Coach Matthis said.

Lying had become a way of life for John and he hated worrying Coach, but he couldn’t help it.  He couldn’t risk the fallout if he explained that the last time he’d seen Seth was in a porn video.  He couldn’t show the evidence because he needed it.  To breathe.  To be.  That’s the gift Seth had left him in his wake.  A hunger as basic and compelling as the need to breathe and the magic box, full of what he needed to feed his addiction.  Because that’s what it was.  An enslavement.  And all John wanted was to submit to it.  Totally.

“I’m sorry this has been so hard on you,” Forth said, “but consider the matter closed.  Seth will show up when he’s ready.  You get back to your life and thanks for all your cooperation.”

John shook his hand and they, all three, walked to the door.

“I’ll be going, too,” Coach Matthis said.  “This Seth business is all over, son.  See you Monday at practice and be prepared to work.  We have a Freestyle match with Durham in four weeks and they’re ready.  In great condition, strong and as tenacious as hell.  They’ll be no walk in the park.  I need you, boy.  Time to get to it.”

“Yes, Coach,” John said enthusiastically.  “Just give me this weekend and I’ll be all yours.”

John basked in the jumble of ‘good byes’ that followed.  He rushed to the window, breathing hard as he waited to see them walk away from the building.  He had trained himself, since Seth disappeared, to be patient.  The campus cops and later the detective team had been all over him and he’d learned.  He could feel Seth’s spirit, coaching him, teaching him the ropes.  It was 7:35 Friday evening and, except for one two hour lab on Saturday morning, a free and glorious weekend stretched open before him.  He reclaimed Seth’s other computer from under his bed, put it on his bedside table and turned it on.  While he was waiting for it to boot, he undressed.  The girls liked him naked and vulnerable.  He found Chloe’s file, clicked on it and crawled under the sheets.  John groaned with relief when she appeared.

However, she looked like she had gotten tired of waiting for him.  She was stretched out on the couch, eyes closed, her blond hair streaming over the edge.  Her pink lips seemed swollen with passion, as she lifted one huge tit from her top.  John could hear himself breathing.  He could feel that tell-tale prickle of sweat on his brow and his obscenely appreciative cock had tented the sheets.  She opened her eyes briefly, smirking at his condition before slowly and deliberately lifting her breast to her open waiting mouth.  She flicked her extended nipple with her tongue, before sucking it in and suckling, while her body writhed with pleasure.

John’s upright cock was now lurching with impatience.  Her tits seemed to grow bigger, as she stuffed it back in her top, turning over on her side and allowing them to completely dwarf her slender arm.  He imagined his cock disappearing between them.  Fucking them.  Chloe wasn’t talking, but he could hear her.  Clearly.

This is what I needed you to do.  Suck my titties.  Suck my pussy.  But baby-boy had to go running when the detective and Coachie called.  What’s a girl to do?  I’ll show you what you’ve forced a girl to do.

Planting her stiletto heels deep in leather, she lifted her pelvis, easing her shorts down over her hips, over her thighs, knees and feet.  She tossed them onto the floor and then sat up, lifting her mane off her neck and onto the top of her head, her green eyes glinting teasing slits.  Still posing, she spread her pussy lips with her other hand and her hard mini-cock was exposed.  It was soaking wet with hunger and lust.

I wanted you, but you had to go.  See what you made me do?

John reached under his pillow and grabbed his thick sports sock, one of the ones that he used to save his sheets every night.  He pulled it over his cock as it climbed it’s way to the top of passion’s mountain.  He rubbed, caressed and pulled his cock as the pleasure mounted.  As another big cock appeared out of nowhere to slide between Chloe’s legs.  John was too aroused to be jealous.  Too hungry.  He watched the faceless, long thick It rub itself over the nub of her engorged clit and Chloe groaned with pleasure, making helpless mewling noises.

See what you’re making me do?  It’s your cock that I wanted, but you had to go.  Silly boy.

The Cock was plunging mercilessly into Chloe’s thrusting pussy and John joined the rhythm.  He watched her tits bounce and roll.  He drank them in, drank her in.  His mind exploded into a white heat that transformed a sock into a warm, pulsing, greedy pussy.  He could smell her, earthy and pungent.  He could feel her building heat.  Her impatient throbbing.  He gave her all his strength.  All his push and pull.  Chloe licked her finger and began to frantically circle her knob.

I can’t wait.  I can’t stop.  I’m commmmmmming!  Come.  Show me your cum.

The Cock pulled out and spewed all over Chloe’s belly.  And John helplessly spewed globs of cum into his sock.

Soon, the screen turned snowy and then black.  John  grabbed his ever-present box of Kleenex, cleaned himself and then tossed the sock and Kleenex onto the towel waiting on the floor.  He was spent.  He was happy.  His spirit still wanted more, but his body had other ideas.  He welcomed the fatigue that floated over and then claimed him.  His last thought was a prayer:

Please come to me tonight.  Awake or dreaming.  I can’t tell which, but it doesn’t matter.  Just come to me.

He left the computer on, turned off the monitor and shifted on to his side to sleep.

John awoke to the sound of laughter in a room vibrant with moving shadows.  Not laughter exactly, but rather giggling women’s voices, tickling his consciousness like little champagne bubbles flirt with eye and tongue.  He was still in his dorm room.  It was still night.  And he was not alone.  Two svelte figures were gliding toward him and he could smell their perfumes.  Opium was one.  His sister had worn it to her prom, the first night that he realized that she was more than his sister.  That she was an alluring woman that he’d have to protect.  The other scent was lighter, flowery and temptingly spicy sweet.

“Who are you?” John asked, sitting bolt upright.  “What are you doing here?“

He immediately tuned into Seth’s voice:  Don’t be afraid.  Just go with the flow.  It’ll get you where you want to go.  Don’t be afraid.

But he was afraid.  One woman had turned on the bedside light and he could see her.  It was Chloe the woman who had seduced him so completely that he’d watched, aroused beyond control, as that huge cock penetrated and then fucked her dripping pussy.  It was Chloe, standing beside his bed looking down on him, looking even more tantalizing than she had before.

“I want you to meet Nurse Candy,” she said.  “We’re here to give you a quick check up before you move on.”

John was dying to know what kind of check-up they’d subject him to.  How had they gotten into is room?  Where would he possibly be moving on to?  When had Chloe become a nurse?  But he dared not ask.  Seth had prepared him.  Seth had taught him the power of belief, the acceptance of things unacceptable.

Absorb.  Enjoy what’s around you.

Candy unceremoniously ripped off John’s sheet.

“If you’re as healthy as you look, we’ll be done in quick time,” she giggled that same silvery sound that went straight to John’s balls.

John blushed and cringed as his cock wiggled to attention.  There was nothing he could do.  Candy’s nurse’s uniform seemed to be made of elastic.  It hugged her like a second skin, squeezing her tits together and forming a cleavage that seemed to go on forever.  John looked at Chloe.  She was dressed in the same uniform, her tits even bigger.  His palms itched with the need to touch them and his mouth went dry and them wet with the need to suckle them.

“We’ll try to be quick and it shouldn’t hurt,” Chloe said.

She pulled a needle from the black bag she’d placed on the bed, while Candy dabbed his arm with alcohol.

“Sit up, now.  I have to take some blood,” she said.  “You’ll feel a prick.  Nothing to worry about.”

John sat up as Candy moved in.  She sat on his bed, her hand rubbing his back in slow circles, her soft, spongy breasts pressing into his arm.  “See, it doesn’t hurt,” she said, as Chloe filled the first vial.  Candy twisted to face John.  Her tits were so close to his face.  He was losing control.

“I’m sorry,” he said, mortified as pre-cum dribbled generously from his cock head to run down the sides of his shaft.

“We’d never let it hurt,” Candy said, rubbing his thigh, moving close to his bourgeoning cock as Chloe filled the second vial.

“Just one more and we’re done.  You’re a good little soldier,” Chloe purred.

That phrase again.  Every time he heard it, it intrigued him more.  These were just words, but together they seemed to hold an idea that was bigger than the words themselves and that idea frightened and excited him.

“Yes, a very good soldier,” Candy cooed, licking her lips as she massaged her breasts, lifted them, presenting their mass to John like medals he’d won, as Chloe filled the final vial.

“Would you mind checking his mouth?” Chloe asked, passing Candy a pair of gloves.

“It would be my pleasure,” Candy answered.

Candy had the quiet, glowing beauty of the girl ext door.  Her blue eyes sparkled, her creamy complexion was flawless and her cupid bowed lips parted seductively revealed perfect white teeth.  Beside the animal force that was Chloe, Candy looked delicate and vulnerable.  But that didn’t fool John.  He sensed that Candy could be just as ferocious as Chloe.

“Open wide please,” she instructed.

Her smile was innocent, but her eyes glinted dangerously as she cupped John’s jaw in one hand and explored his mouth, tongue and teeth with her gloved finger.  She began to circle his tongue, play with his teeth.  Her breasts were now pressed against him.  His cock was a lurching leaking joyful thing.

“I’ve never been examined that way before,” John stuttered.

“Oh I’m not quite finished yet.”

“I bet you’re not, you naughty girl,” Chloe said, climbing onto the bed.  She pressed her tits against John’s back, reaching around him to tweak his nipples.  Candy straddled John, forcing his rigid cock between her naked legs and thighs.  She began to move her ass over his cock.  John could feel her heat, feel the hot moistness of her pussy.  He was having a hard time breathing.  Chloe’s tits were moving against his back, her fingers and smooth nails twisting and teasing his extended, ultra-sensitive nipples.  His head began to feel light, dizzy, sandwiched between these two sirens.  His balls were tightening.  He was feeling pain.  Pain so good.

“Are you ready?” Candy asked, as her lips met his, as she began to caress, explore and fuck his mouth with her tongue.  The kiss got deeper, mouth to mouth.  Chloe was fucking his ear with her tongue.  Candy wanted more.  She raised up and, tossing her head back in victory, impaled her desperately seeking cunt with his perfectly ready cock.  As Candy fucked him hard, he fell back into the soft flesh of Chloe’s breasts.  He could feel their mass.  He revelled in their spongy softness.  He could feel Chloe’s hand between her legs, giving herself pleasure.  He reached out for Candy’s flopping, bouncing glorious breasts and held on to her nipples.

“Harder,” she said.  “Twist them harder!”

Poor John twisted and tugged her nipples, fucking her pussy with total abandon.  He pressed his orgasmic body back into Chloe’s willing flesh.  Chloe started to grunt and heave herself against John’s back.  “I’m coming.  I’m coming.  I’m coming.”  She kept the chant going, as Candy, in the throes of her own orgasm, screamed her pleasure.  John knew paradise as he collapsed between one orgasmic sandwich of extraordinarily large and perfect breasts.

“Had enough?” Chloe asked, as she extricated herself from the bottom of the spent, bawdy pile.

“No,” he whispered.  “I must have more.”

John watched as Candy climbed off him.  She turning off the computer monitor as she moved to the side of his bed.  Chloe moved to the other side.

“We’re going to bury your face in our tits.  We’re going to smother you with our bosoms and watch you come...again … because no man can resist these!"

“Tell us what you want,” the women chorused, brandishing their massive tits over his tiny head.

“Them,” John begged.

The girls stood on either side of his bed with their enormous bosoms suspended above poor John’s head.  They eased their uniforms down over their shoulders and over their massive breasts.  As they unfastened their white lacy bras, the flesh just seemed to keep coming, an endless mass that completely dwarfed poor John’s head and he was smiling blissfully as he began to drown in his sea of tits.