Tabitha's Tease: The Expanded Edition

Chapter One-2

His protest died in his throat as the devilish vixens slipped quickly through a metal door into the bowels of the stadium. He was alone, naked, with a puddle of white sperm cooling on the rough gray concrete.

He waited until nightfall, long after the end of the cheerleading practice, crouched beneath the bleachers, naked, afraid, his balls sucked up and tight with fear and cold. His dorm was far away. With great trepidation, he crept from his hiding place. Only the icy white light of a single raw bulb illuminated the steel and concrete world under the bleachers. Chain link fence surrounded the facility. He climbed it gingerly, the frigid metal an agony whenever it brushed against his nude flesh. The clear white light outlined him for an eternal moment, then he was over the top and down the other side. The cold stone felt rough under his bare feet. He scanned for shadows, entered them, pressed himself against chilly, rough metal siding and peered into the gloom. There was no one.

He slipped through the shadows of the silent campus, his sensitive feet chafing against concrete and small pebbles, his eyes slowly acclimatizing to the darkness. The dorms were on the other side of the campus. He headed across the quad.

He heard female giggling and crouched low beside the bushes lining the quad paths. A foursome of cute co-eds in tight jeans crept by. He saw a pair of firm, muscular legs, outlined in denim, slim and high-cheeked buttocks sashaying from side to side, passing within mere inches of his hiding place. His traitor c**k quivered at the sight, immune to his suffering and humiliation. How would he avoid the dorm monitors? What if his dormmates saw him in his nakedness? What if they told on him?

Finally, they passed him, girlish voices and the scuffing of tennis shoes on the gravel path echoing away in the distance. The bushes chafed and pulled at him as he skulked in shame, but he dared not re-enter the path because of the tall floodlights ahead. He reached the roadway at the other side of the quad. The dorms were across the road. He waited, waited until there were neither cars nor people, then ran, panting, through the puddles of orange-white light until he reached the safe shadows once again. He was in Dormitory Row, close to home but not out of danger. This was female territory. He heard sounds from one window.

“Ooh, Bobby, stop it! You’re so bad,” a young feminine voice sighed.

“C’mon,” a male voice, presumably Bobby, replied. “You know you want it.” Her answering pant of passion brought Robin to an immediate boner. He knew he should keep moving, not look, but he had to see. He had to. Discreetly, he peered into an open window. A wriggling young co-ed with a silky golden mane in tousled disarray squirmed on the edge of a bed as her boyfriend’s probing hand slid up under her skimpy micro-mini. Her lips pouted half-open in her growing excitement.

Bobby was whispering in her ear, blowing softly and warmly, feeling her quiver in response. “You know you want it, Sharon. It feels good.”

“No...no...you’ve got to stop now,” Sharon moaned, arching her back as his hand caressed her fat n****e through the taut wool of her letter sweater. “If we get caught by the house mother, I’m in deep trouble.”

“I need you so much, Sharon,” Bobby cooed, triumphantly sensing an opening. “I love you. I really do. Let me show you how much. Please.”

Weakly, Sharon pushed at his muscular chest, then allowed him to part her smooth naked legs as his hand slid up, searching for paradise. “I—I shouldn’t... If someone catches us, I’m the one who’ll get in trouble... Ooh, it feels so nice. I want you, too,” she whispered hotly as his hand probed her wet center. “But I can’t,” she sighed longingly, “not now, not here.” She glanced at the open door to her dorm room. “Not with the door open. And we’ve got to obey the ‘one foot on the floor’ rule.”

“Could we go out?” he whimpered. “Maybe go somewhere...private?”

“Oh, I’d like to, darling,” Sharon smiled pityingly, reaching up to touch his flushed cheek. “I’d really like to. But it’s so close to curfew. We could never do it in time. This weekend...I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She glanced possessively at the bulge in his jeans and chuckled. “Do you really need me that much?”

He groaned aloud as her petite hand scratched across the agonizingly sensitive bulge. Robin echoed his groan as he wrapped his hand around his painfully distended organ, then glanced quickly around to see if anyone was near. Sharon sat up. “What was that?” Robin’s heart jumped into his throat with fear. But he couldn’t leave, not with his c**k so hard.

“N-nothing,” her aroused boyfriend gasped. “Come on. Yes. Just like that.”

“Bobby, you’ve leaked!” she said, shocked and smiling, turning away from the window and pointing to the growing dark wet stain. “You’ll have to keep your hands in front of you when you leave.”

“I can’t leave,” he moaned, feeling his triumph slipping from his grasp, “not like this. I’ve got the biggest case of blue balls...it hurts! You can’t make me leave; you’ve got to do something for me. Take it out, play with it. No one will catch us.” He pressed her hand roughly against his bulging hard-on.

“I—I couldn’t!” the young blonde protested. “Not with the door open...”

“Please! No one would ever know. I really need it, honey...please? Just this once?” Bobby’s pleading expression was so urgently hungry and ludicrous that Sharon couldn’t help convulsing with laughter.

“Well...only if no one comes by. If I hear any noise in the hallway, I’ll have to stop. If you don’t get off in time, I can’t help that. Is that okay?”

“Anything...anything you want. Just please, please do me.”

Gently, her fingers pried at his zipper, sliding it down with a slow rasping sound. She regarded his flushed, longing face, his pleading, hungry gaze, with careful calculation, then gloated boldly at his pulsing male organ hungering to burst free, evaluating the dimensions of his need. Then she tugged at the elastic of his white cotton underpants and chortled with smug glee as his imprisoned tool leapt to attention. Wrapping her long, delicate fingers around his thick, warm shaft, she gently tugged the skin up over the purple head, sticky with leaking viscous fluid, then down, unaware that the peeping presence outside her dorm window was echoing her hand movements.

“Like it, Bobby?” she cooed teasingly in his ear as her soft fingers slid in the thick wetness, sliding and turning under the so-sensitive head. His insensate animal grunt was all the confirmation she needed. “Ooh, you do like it. Yes. I like it too. I need it. I need you to do me next. I’ll slide my panties off and you can finger me under my skirt.”

“Yes...yes...” Bobby whispered, “I’ll do you...just don’t stop. Don’t ever stop! I’m getting near...gonna spurt...”

Sharon paused, her feminine hand still imprisoning his masculinity. “If you come you’ll spurt all over everything, and we can’t have that,” she complained. “It would be so messy.”

He turned his tortured, pleading face toward her, drinking in her glorious violet eyes, her mane of flowing golden hair, her bee-stung lips. “You could...suck me off,” he suggested, desperately hoping he hadn’t gone too far. “That would do it.”

“In your dreams, Bobby,” she chuckled throatily, then paused. “But...I suppose I could...I don’t have to swallow, do I?”

“No...no,” he choked. “Please, please take it in your mouth. I can’t stand much more of this.”

She licked her lips. “I’ve always fantasized about this, but I never did it,” she giggled. “Here goes...” Robin couldn’t believe what he was about to see. He squeezed his legs together. Any thought of leaving was beyond him. He had to see the young blonde suck her boyfriend’s hardness.

He moaned loudly as her wet mouth engulfed him. She stopped at the sound, lifted her head, and said firmly, “Shh.” He bit his lower lip as her tongue swirled wetly around the swollen cap of his p***s, sucking the essence from him. She sucked him with excruciating deliberation, controlling the speed of his pleasure, driving him conscientiously crazy. He wanted to force her to suck faster, harder, but when he reached to take her flowing locks in his hand she stopped and said softly, “No, let me do this my way. I’m afraid of choking.” He pulled his hand back. He wasn’t going to let anything interfere.

He could feel his passion rising, coming upon him, a torrent of exploding semen. “I’m close...close...aah,” he sighed as her head bobbed slowly, softly up and down.

Then the clatter of footsteps on the wooden stairs broke through. Sharon sat up, eyes wild, a small touch of white fluid at the edge of her mouth. “Quick! Zip yourself up!” She smoothed her skirt and blouse as he fumbled with his zipper. In the space of seconds they were sitting demurely on the edge of her bed, both feet on the floor, hands clasped.

It was the dorm monitor, a senior. “Getting close to curfew,” she said as she peeked in. “Time for boys to leave. If, that is, you can stand up without embarrassment,” she laughed mockingly.

“I’m sorry,” Sharon whispered. “I really wanted to. I’ll make it up to you later, okay?”

“Oh god, Sharon,” Bobby whined. “I’ve got to have you.”

“I know, sweetheart, but there’s nothing I can do. Absolutely nothing. Save it for me till the weekend?” she smiled brightly. “I promise I’ll make it feel all better.” She patted his throbbing d**k and he gasped with the sudden jolt of lust.

“Better not, Sharon,” he complained. “I don’t know how I’ll get out of here with this boner.”

She giggled delightedly. “It is big, isn’t it? I’ll bet it’s all swollen and needy, too.” She licked her lips with exaggerated sexiness.

“Stop it,” Bobby began to laugh unwillingly.

“Ooh,” Sharon pouted, rubbing her hands over her skintight tank top, sliding over her erect n*****s as they jutted through the fabric, dipping down over the front of her miniscule skirt, reveling in her new-found control over her desperate boyfriend. “I need you so badly.”

“Stop it,” Bobby laughed and groaned. “You cocktease.”

“Me, a cocktease?” Sharon said innocently, pulling the hem of her skirt higher on her curving thighs. She batted her eyes, then slid her middle finger between her wet, pouting lips, sucking it with voluptuous abandon.

Bobby’s laughter stop and his eyes brightened with his need. “I said, stop it,” he whined. “I can’t take your teasing right now.”

She pouted and looked at the floor in mock shame. Bobby relented, “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m just so horny I can barely stand it. I need you. I really love you, you know. I like you to tease me when there’s something we can do about it, but not when there’s no relief in sight, okay?”

“I understand,” Sharon said. “Give me a kiss, then you’ve got to go.”

The two aroused teenagers embraced, kissed hungrily, their crotches grinding against each other with driving desire. Finally Bobby broke it off. “Whew,” he said, “that’s worse than a tease...but I like it. See you soon.”

“Oh, yes, Bobby,” Sharon smiled knowingly, “very soon. Be careful going back to Tech,” she called out as he left.

When Bobby was safely out of the room, she chuckled softly to herself and picked up her telephone. A few dials later, she spoke into the receiver. “Yes, he’s on his way. I really charged him up, too. Go ahead, make the capture. I’ll come by later.” She hung up the phone, then regarded it for a minute. Then she closed the door to her room, slid off her panties, and reclined on the bed, her eyes half-lidded, legs spread, to masturbate herself.

Robin continued to stare goggle-eyed as the young co-ed, her mysterious telephone call ended, pleasured her p***y, rubbing two fingers around and around her wet center. He slid his hand up and down his leaking shaft in time to her movements, pacing himself as if they were making love. He was so ready to explode. He was...

“Gotcha!” A large net descended over him. He convulsed with fear and shock, tangling himself up so quickly he hardly knew what had happened. Here he was, taken prisoner a second time, guilty now of both peeping and m**********g. There was a large group of co-eds encircling him, he couldn’t count how many in the dark. Their laughing voices belied their harsh hands as they grabbed him roughly, pulling him to his feet, dragging him painfully, making him fall like a sack of potatoes.

“Are you okay, Sharon?” one female voice called out. Sharon came to the window and looked out at the netted prisoner, tangled helplessly on the ground. She smirked cruelly. “Oh, of course. What are you going to do?”

“Bring him to Tabitha for punishment, then we’ll probably take him to the sorority lounge for a while.”

“Mmmm, maybe I’ll see you later. f*****g around with Bobby got me all worked up. This little peeper owes me.”