Stacy's Room

Stacy's room was exactly what you'd expect from a sorority girl's bedroom: a bit cramped, an occasional bit of paper for a note or two, pastel colors, a small bed that was neatly made, a bookshelf with textbooks, and a small writing desk. Stacy sat behind this desk. She was drinking cola out of a can with a common, plastic straw. She was at her desk looking at various fliers, her yearbook, a map of the campus, and other assorted papers. "Wendell," she said sipping her cola, "I like what we did with Hank today, and I want to do it again. There's a lot of options here. So many fuckers that I just don't like, and we can bring them all to their knees. Would you like that?" She looked down between her legs. Wendell's head was between them.

Wendell was naked, under the desk and had been going down on Stacy for some time. He was lapping in a slow rhythm that kept him focused. Stacy was in no real danger of climaxing, he knew this, but that didn't seem to be the point of the exercise. In response to Stacy's question, he could only muster a faint "mmmhmm" in affirmation. She reached down, and more gently than she had been with him earlier, she pulled back Wendell's head from her crotch to see his face. Without his glasses and at this distance, Stacy was somewhat blurry, but clearly wore a slight grin.

"I knew you would," she said. "I think you deserve a treat, yeah? Let's have you cum, and then we can go to bed." Wendell looked at her completely lost, his mouth open and his mind in a haze.

That's so nice of her.

"Stand up and come over to the closet for me." Stacy said and Wendell complied very eagerly. He waited in a restrained anticipation while Stacy rummaged around in her closet. She pulled out two things: a small butt plug, and a tiny bottle of lubricant. "This is going in you. And I don't want any complaints! It's a reward after all. Bend over my desk and...just relax." Wendell put his hands on the desk and spread himself as he had done earlier in Leah's body.

He was looking at the window curtains. A sheer set hung infront of a heavier set behind and not long ago, he had pushed them open to climb in through the window from outside. Then there was a cold, wet sensation on his hole. Stacy was spreading lube with two fingers all about, and then he heard the wet spreading of lub all over the plug. Stacy then began to work the thing inside him. With the pressure of the thing on him he tensed and Stacy eased up a bit.

"Just relaaaxxx," Stacy said in a more calming tone. "There you go. Feel it? I'm just gonna work it a bit and we'll see what happens, yeah?"

I can't believe that's in my ass.

Stacy began to work the plug, pushing the thing in a gentle rhythm with two fingers, she leaned around to take a look at Wendell's cock. He'd gone soft during the penetration, but now that she was working the plug, he was getting hard again. "Okay," she said, "seems like a good fit. Sit tight. I've got one more thing for you." She stopped working the plug and moved over to her dresser.

Ohh...why'd she stop?

Wendell could hear the sliding sounds of the dresser come to a halt, and after a moment the rusling of fabric, then the dresser resumed, the drawer closing. Stacy had gotten down by his feet and grabbed his left foot. "Lift," she said, and then slid something over it. She did the same to the other leg, and then she was sliding fabric up Wendell's legs. It was a small pair of lacy, pink underwear. She pulled them up tight and this pushed the plug in deeper and also gripped his cock. "Come on, let's hop in the bed, and you can finish." Stacy led him over to her bed, threw open the covers and tucked him inside. He could still feel the plug and all this movement and jostling now had him leaking pre-cum. Stacy rolled Wendell onto his side, and he was now facing the wall next to her bed.

Stacy got in the bed behind him. She got right up into a spooning position. She started again working the plug with two fingers, and held her head up to see the side of Wendell's face. She watched him close his eyes, and lick his lips, and squirm, and even moan a bit. Before long, Wendell was pressing back and grinding the plug into Stacy's hand. "Just go ahead, and cum in those panties, ok? Use your hand if you need to." She said softly, right up in his ear. Wendell stroked his cock through the lace, and before long he was cumming in the panties. Thick, sticky spurts came out of him along with quiet, relieved sighs. He turned his head back to Stacy.

"Thank you," Wendell said, flushed and tired. She ran a few fingers through his hair.

"Go to sleep. Big day tomorrow," she said studying him. "You'll have to leave early," she followed. "We're not supposed to have guys up here. Even ones that we own." She pulled him up close and nestled her into her chest, putting an arm around him tightly. He shut his eyes and fell asleep, resting more soundly than he had ever before in his life.