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You can’t help it, but talking with Sarah has the effect of redirecting the blood flow from your brain to between your legs. It’s just inevitable that you are going to start talking dirty.

“Well, I don’t know about embarrassing secrets,” you say coyly, “but if you aren’t prepared, you might think I have a pet boa constrictor, and that it is camping out between my legs.”

You brace yourself, afraid you may have gone too far, but Sarah bursts out laughing, and says, “Oh that’s how it is, is it? Do all guys think the world stands in awe of what is between their legs?”

“I’m not saying that at all,” you reply, with mock earnestness. “I’m just saying that I’m probably the only guy on the campus who can make use of that toilet while still laying in that bed.”

“Oh my!” Sarah says, laughing. “That is most impressive. Thanks for the warning. It’s a good thing I like snakes; it wouldn’t do for me to react in fear and grab ahold of it and twist its head off, would it?”

You involuntarily wince and cross your legs. “Um, no.... That would not be a good reaction.”

“So this snake of yours.... If it is as big as you say, it must have quite the appetite. What do you feed it?”

“Blondes, mostly,” you reply, with a twinkle in your eyes.

Sarah, fingers her blonde hair, and regards you carefully. You get the sense that she is looking you over appraisingly, like a gourmet cook who is evaluating a choice cut of prime beef. Her pupils seem to dialate a bit, and her cheeks begin to glow with a sensuous blush.

“Did I mention that I really like snakes?” she asks, looking you directly in the eyes.

“Would you like to meet him,” you ask. “I warn you, he’s big, but gentle. You can usually coax him out with a little kiss, or if you rub his belly.”

“Hmmm....” Sarah’s eyes seem to grow glassy, as if she was buzzing from one too many beers. “Not too gentle, I hope. There’s something to be said for a snake that knows what it wants and takes it.”

You step to the bed and rest one knee on its edge as you bend over to kiss Sarah. You have never been this bold with a girl, but then again, you’ve never been with a nymphomaniac before. You are pretty sure Sarah isn’t one to insist upon a lot of foreplay.

Your instincts are confirmed when you feel one of Sarah’s hands on your crotch and the other tugging on your belt. You keep kissing her and grab hold of her right breast and squeeze.

Sarah evidently is well versed at removing guys’ belts with one hand, because she has it undone and pulled from your belt loops faster than you would have been able to. As one hand continues to rub your ever-hardening cock, she unbuttons your jeans and unzips them. She reaches inside and feels you through your boxers.

You reach under her shirt and realize with a thrill that she is not wearing a bra. Her breasts are round and firm. You break off your kiss long enough to use both hands to pull her shirt up and over her head. You toss it to the side and lower your mouth onto the closest breast.

Sarah pushes your jeans down, and you reach back with one hand and assist. You kick them off into the floor and then climb onto the bed, with one knee on either side of her waist.

You looks down at this amazing topless beauty and see how she looks up at you, with pleading eyes. You don’t know how long this nympho has been restrained, but now she has been unleashed, and there’s no question about what she wants.

Both of her hands reach to your crotch and stroke your cock and balls through your boxers. You focus your attention on her jean shorts and unfasten them. It is harder than it looks, because she can’t stop squirming around, rubbing her crotch against yours. Finally, you unzip the shorts and pull them off, revealing skimpy, black panties.

You scoot down closer to her knees, and Sarah brings her knees up and spreads her thighs wide for you. You place a hand between her legs, and she moans as if she is already nearing orgasm. Rubbing her with the palm of your hand, her moaning intensifies, as does the movement of her hips. The cheap college-owned bedsprings begin to creak.

You trace your fingertips up the inside of her left thigh and then extend a finger under into her panties through the leg opening. You feel the moist warmth emanating from between her legs. Her patch feels as if it is neatly trimmed. You extend your finger further and touch her velvety opening.

“Oooohhhhh, Connor!” she says. You’ve barely begun, and you already feel like you are the world’s greatest lover from the way she responds to your touch.

You reach in with another finger and find her clit. With both fingers, you press against it and begin to make circular motions.

Sarah clearly approves and moans even louder. “Inside!” she pleads. “Put them inside me!”