buxom bookworm, by s.h.

     I was rapidly approaching my senior year of college.  It was a five year 
program but I wanted to get out of school and into six figures as quickly as 
possible.  I had been taking at least 20 credit hours per quarter and 15 hours each 
summer and now I had three quarters left.  I was going to be done in four if it 
killed me!
     It is true that I could have been co-oping and making some money, but that 
would extend my college stay by at least a year.  So, to make some extra cash, I 
had taken a job in the office of my apartment building just off campus.
     I was fairly new to the job, but there really wasn’t that much to it.  I answered 
the phone, called the plumber or electrician, filed, and set up appointments for 
potential renters to see the rooms that we had to offer.  Of course, I was not 
constantly busy, and any time I had to myself, either on the clock or at home in my 
apartment, I spent studying.
     This is to say that I had no time for a relationship.  I rarely saw my friends, 
which is actually very sad.  I saw them maybe a couple of times a week when we 
would go get some lunch or study together.  They always went to the clubs on the 
weekends, though, and they would come back telling me how much I would love 
it.  Truly, I wished I could join them, but i figured there would be enough time for 
fun later when I was making the big bucks.
     My lack of social life had never really bothered me.  All through high school, I 
had been a nerd.  I was chubby, be-spectacled, and basically ugly.  I wore a 
ponytail and comfortable clothes every day because I have always felt that school 
is a place to learn and not get dates.  It was through my senior year that I actually 
blossomed some on account of taking up volleyball and track and field in order to 
become a “more rounded” student.  On the contrary, I became even less rounded 
in body.  Through eating healthy and exercising a bit, I have been able to keep that 
muscular, fit figure.
     But after graduation, I had my first love affair.  A college guy took notice of 
me that summer.  After track season, I was 5’7” and weighed about 145 pounds.  
This might be considered big, but I have always been a little broad.  But all that 
weight was packed into a firm, buxom mold.  I measured 43-27-40 and still do, 
even these four years later.  After seeing me with that older guy, I drew a lot of 
other guys’ hungry eyes my way, and for once I felt powerful.  Indeed, after I lost 
my virginity, I became ravenous, fucking everything that moved!  But this lasted 
only a few months.  Once college started, I was back on the straight and narrow, 
fully promising myself every day that as soon as I graduated and got a job, I would 
hire myself a male secretary with the biggest cock I could find.
     I can’t say that I didn’t have a lot of offers through college.  I still looked good 
and could be considered downright hot when I did myself up.  Usually, though, I 
wore my ubiquitous blonde ponytail, sweatshirt, baggy jeans, and small glasses 
hiding my large brown eyes.  Rarely did I wear even gloss on my full lips, let 
alone lipstick or other makeup.  Even then, I was asked out on dates and got a 
reputation as either a dike or a nun when I turned down even hot guys.  Through 
my job at the apartment building, I came into contact with many interesting 
people.  Some very hot guys, too, but I did my usual willpower deal and kept my 
hormones in check, waiting all day for those five minutes in the shower alone with 
my fingers before I got into bed.  But that last summer, a man named Jake started 
to change my mind.
     He was tall and athletic, with short dark hair and light green eyes, a bronze tan, 
and a permanent five o’clock shadow.  He wore jeans and t-shirts at all times, and 
never went out without a black leather jacket, even in the sweltering heat.  He rode 
a sports bike and often came home with bags from an art supply store strapped to 
the back.  He walked with a cool confidence, looked everyone in the eye, and—
most importantly—he knew my name and smiled at me whenever he saw me.  
Even on campus!
     One of my favorite Jake stories is about the day that a young Korean man came 
asking to rent for the coming fall quarter.  We were full that summer, but there 
would be many vacancies before fall, so I told him I would show him a room, but 
we’d have to find a renter who would let us see their’s.  Immediately, I lead the 
Korean man to Jake’s room.  I knocked on the door and called, “Office!”
     A stunningly beautiful redheaded woman answered the door.  She was taller 
than I, and much more slender.  Her face was perfect, her body sleek beneath the 
tank top and short cut-offs she wore.  She wore no bra and her nipples were 
plainly seen, small and hard like pebbles.  There was sweat on her face and paint 
on her tank top.  The smell of fresh paint slipped out of the room like a fog.  It was 
humid inside.
     “Yes?” she said, not looking in the least bit annoyed but actually, almost 
amused.
     “I’m Angie, from the office.  Is Jake in?”
     “Yes, but he’s a little busy right now,” she said.
     “Well, I was just wondering if I could show his apartment to Mr. Rhee here.”
     “Go on back and ask him,” she said, a smile playing with the corners of her 
mouth.
     “Thank you,” I said, smiling back.  She pointed towards where the bathroom 
was and now I could hear that the shower was on.  Even as I walked into the 
humidity, I could hear the faucets being turned and then the steady drip of the 
shower head as the pressure was cut off.  The bathroom door was cracked open.  I 
licked my lips.
     “Jake?” I called.
     “Yeah?” he said, and then the door opened.  There he stood, completely naked, 
dripping wet.  I swear his cock hung at least half a foot down his leg, spilling over 
a pair of plum-sized balls.  Jake smiled at me as though embarassed, then got a 
towel to cover himself.  He didn’t do it quickly, as I probably would have done (no 
matter what I tell you otherwise!), and he didn’t do it so slowly that he was 
deliberately teasing me, but he did it slowly enough that I got a good glimpse of 
his limp splendor.  When the towel completely covered him, I jerked my eyes back 
up to meet his.
     “Sorry,” he said. “Rhonda and I were just painting and I got some all over me.”
     I keep telling myself it was the humidity, but I know it was being so close to 
Jake that made my pussy get so moist.  From then on, I started to fantasize with 
greater and greater frequency.  Me sucking that long cock until it was fully erect 
and hard and thick in my mouth, then sucking those big balls of his and jacking 
him off.  Me riding that thick dick, fucking him so hard and wildly with my big 
tits bouncing everywhere.  Jake giving it to me from behind, slapping my cunt lips 
with his balls, slamming it into me, grabbing my hips and pulling me off the 
ground.
     I started dressing up a bit more and even went out to spend money on new 
clothes to wear in the office.  I wore some makeup and my contacts sometimes, 
too.  Jake would come in to talk with me for a few moments, and I’d try to let him 
look down my shirt, or turn so he could see my ass.  I wanted him to want me so 
bad!  But I doubted he ever would, especially when he had slender girls like 
Rhonda over to “paint” with him.  
     It was very late on a Tuesday night when I threw my Physics books into my 
backpack, grabbed a pocketful of quarters, hefted my loaded laundry basket and 
detergent, and headed down to the laundry room in the basement.  I had an exam 
on Thursday morning and I had been studying since Sunday night.  It was almost 
pathetic really.  But I wanted to know it all.
     The laundry room was empty and none of the machines were in use.  It was 
quiet.  I think it was about 2 a.m.  I loaded one of the machines, sat in one of the 
two chairs by the table, and opened my book.  Twenty minutes later, I was just 
getting up to put that load in the dryer when the door opened and in walked Jake, 
wearing his white t-shirt and faded jeans, barefoot, with a cigarette in his mouth 
and a laundry basket in his arms.  He saw me and started, his cigarette falling from 
his lips.
     “Fuck!” he shouted and dropped the basket, then dove to his knees with his 
hand up to the elbow in his dirty laundry.
      I started to giggle when he glanced at me and pursed his lips.  Slowly, he stood 
up, cigarette in one hand and a pair of pink panties in the other.  There was a nice 
burn hole right where the left butt cheek would reside.
     “Fuck, Ang—“ he called me Ang!—“what did you have to scare me like that 
for?”
     “I didn’t scare you…”
     He stuck his hand in the laundry basket and looked up at me, a small, sheepish 
smile on his face. “Yeah you did.  I saw you and figured you’d kick me out of my 
place for smoking down here.”
     “I’m not going to kick you out,” I said.
     “You’re not going to tell your boss?”
     “Jacob, don’t be absurd,” I said.  He grinned.
     “Well, someone else is going to kill me, I guess.” He slipped the cigarette back 
in his mouth, then held the pair of panties aloft, along with a lacy black bra with a 
hole in the cup.
     “Rhonda’s?” I asked.
     “I think so,” he said, then grinned again.
     “I wish I could help you,” I said coolly as I took off my glasses and walked 
past him to the washer with my clothes in it, “but I think I’m much bigger than 
Rhonda.”
     “No you’re not,” he said.
     I reached into the washer and pulled out my new red lace bra. “38DD,” I told 
him.
     “Um…” he blinked as though shocked, then looked at the label on Rhonda’s 
bra. “32B.”
     I held out a matching red lace g-string. “10,” I said.
     “4,” he said, tearing his eyes from my g-string to look at Rhonda’s tag.
     “Hmm…too bad you don’t like big boobs and big butts,” I said as I removed 
the rest of my clothes from the washer and started across the room for the dryers.
     “Your butt’s not big,” he said, though I smiled when he didn’t mention my tits. 
“And what do you mean, too bad?”
     “Because we could switch and Rhonda would never know the difference.”
     “Oh.”
     “But since you like skinny little girls like Rhonda, all of my underwear is too 
big.  She’d never fit.”
     “Yeah…”
     I slipped my quarters into the dryer and cycled the machine.  It came on.  I 
turned around and folded my arms beneath my tits, accentuating them as much as 
possible beneath my sweatshirt.
     Jake took a drag on his cigarette, then said, “Who do you wear those underwear 
for?”
     “What?” I said quietly, watching his eyes slide down my body. “How do you 
know I don’t wear them all the time?”
     “I can always see your panty lines.  You never wear g-strings.”
     I blushed a little, but the thought of him looking at my ass spurred me on. 
“Well, I just got it.  I haven’t worn in for anyone yet…”
     “Hmmm…”
     I licked my lips as suggestively as possible and began stepping forward, 
thinking that I knew where I was headed.
     “What would you do if I wore them for you, Jake?” I said.  My head was hot 
and giddy, my heart pounding.
     “It would be such a waste,” He said, and as he did, I took the cigarette from his 
hand and took a drag on it.  He went on, “because they’d be on the floor in 
seconds.”
     I blew smoke in his face and he grinned, biting his lip.
     “Do I make you want me?” I asked huskily.
     He closed his eyes and sighed, and I stepped right up to him, my tits brushing 
his chest through our clothes.  I can not tell you how good that felt, feeling the 
pressure there, my tit being pushed up as I stepped closer and then his arm slid 
around my waist.  I closed my eyes and simply felt the heat and strength in his 
body.  My hand touched his chest and my head leaned back and I felt his lips 
descend on mine.  I immediately opened my mouth beneath his.  Our tongues 
tangled, caressing.  Warm, thick, and slippery, I pressed my tongue as far into his 
mouth as I could.  His hand tightened around me, pulling me closer, and I moaned 
loudly into his mouth.
     My hand skimmed down his chest, down his flat stomach, down to the bulge in 
his jeans.  Another moan escaped me, and this time he joined in.  I broke from the 
kiss, my lips wet and swollen, and gazed at him as my fingers traced the heated 
outline of his cock through his jeans.  I licked my lips and began to open his fly.  
My fingers trembled, but I finally got it open.  Reaching in, I was simply 
delighted.
     “No underwear?” I said.
     “None clean,” he grunted as my hand pulled his rapidly hardening cock out of 
his pants.
     “Lucky me.” My hand moved down, cupping his big balls, then came back up, 
jacking his shaft higher and higher.
      “Oooh…” He said.
      I quickly pulled off my sweatshirt and  he kissed me again, this time, his hands 
grasping my big tits, rubbing them through my dark blue satin bra.  I moaned into 
his mouth again, my hand tightening on his cock.
      I broke from the kiss, his saliva still coating my lips.  I panted. “Oh yes, harder 
Jake.  Squeeze my tits harder.”
      He pulled the cups down and lifted my tits out of them, then dug his fingers in.  
It felt so good, my nipples rubbing against his rough palms, his hands lifting and 
pulling and squeezing.  I started to go down to my knees, my heart beating so fast. 
     Up close, his cock was huge, with thick veins and a throbbing purple head.  I 
put it between my boobs and looked up at him, watching him close his eyes as I 
squeezed my firm tits around it and lifted them, fucking his cock with them.  He 
took his shirt off and threw it on the floor
     “Oh god,” he said.
     “Mmm…you like feeling that big cock between my tits?”
     “Oh yes.”
     “You want to fuck them, Jake?”
     “Mmm hmmm…”
     “You want to fuck the shit out of my big tits?”
     “God yes.”
     I took my tits all the way down around his balls.  His cock reached above his 
navel and at the moment was nearly touching my nose.  I licked it.
      “Mmmm…”
      I picked my tits up, stretching them as high as they would go, surrounding his 
cock with them, then I licked them all over.  I licked and sucked my nipples and 
the tip of his cock all in the same stroke.  Back and forth, back and forth.  I looked 
up, watching the naked lust in his eyes as he watched me do this.  He reached 
down and grasped my tits for me, moving them up and down around his cock.  My 
hands slid up the back of his thighs to his ass, squeezing, pulling him closer to me, 
pulling his pants down too.
     “Do you want me to suck your cock, Jake?” I asked.
      “Yes, baby, please.”
      I grabbed it, amazed that I could not even join my fingers around it, and 
opened my mouth wide.  It was so hard and hot and throbbing in my mouth, 
tasting faintly salty.  I could barely fit it in my mouth.  It was like sucking a beer 
can.  It must’ve been a little smaller than that though.  I took as much as I could 
and felt him start to thrust, burying my face in my own tits as he fucked them and 
my face.  I nearly gagged but covered the sound with a moan, I liked the heat of 
his cock in my mouth so much.
      Then I started sucking and he went crazy.
      “Oh yeah, Angie.  God that feels so fucking good.”
      I couldn’t help but make slurping sounds as my tits hit me in the chin and his 
cock pumped up and down like a piston in my mouth.  I kept one hand on his ass, 
making sure he kept going, while my other hand cradled his big balls and 
massaged them gently.
      He groaned very loudly and started to slow down.  My mouth made a plopping 
sound as I let his cock out and looked up at him.
     “I want to fuck you so bad,” He whispered.
     I just smiled and stood, unhooking my bra as he opened my jeans and pushed 
them off my hips.  Then he took off my panties and backed me up to the table, his 
eyes burning into mine the whole time.
     “Spread your legs for me, baby,” He said and I complied, hopping up with the 
edge of my ass on the table.  I grabbed my knees and held them open for him.  He 
knelt there and I watched his tongue spread my pussy even as the sensation 
brought my blood to a boil.  I threw my head back and hooked my legs behind his 
head, pulling him closer as he licked down my slit.  He skimmed lightly for the 
most part, teasing me, licking my lips for a while before plunging deep briefly.  I 
cooed and whined and then he licked down to my fuckhole and I cried out.
     He stopped and I looked down to see him grinning, licking over the gentle 
swell of my belly before sucking my aching nipples.  I sat up more to watch as his 
mouth stretched them, and then I felt the pressure as he positioned his cock in my 
cunt, running it’s throbbing purple head deep between my lips, up and down, 
teasing my clit.
     “Fuck me Jake.  Now.”
     “Mmm…” he said, his mouth full of nipple, and he pressed his cock to my 
hole.  I was so wet by now that he was able to push it in.  I screamed, it stretched 
me so wide, and I think only feeling my feet pull him deeper kept him from 
stopping.
     “Oh god yes,” I said.  He stood up straight and started going in and out.  I was 
so tight around him that he pushed me several inches onto the table when he went 
in, and almost pulled me off of it when he withdrew.  Each stroke branded me 
deep.  I was a psycho, tossing my head around.
     “More,” I begged. “Faster.” And he kept going like a fuckmachine, ramming it 
in, harder and harder.  I felt his balls slap my ass and my tits dancing up and down 
on my chest.
     “Harder harder!  Pound my pussy!”
     He grabbed me around the waist, lifted me up and carried me to a wall, 
pressing me against it.  My feet barely touched before he started pounding me 
again.
     “Oh god fuck me!” I cried and he had me up on tiptoes, my ass slamming 
against the wall, my back pressed to it, his head buried in my tits, licking and 
biting and pulling on my nipples.  I came like a wild animal, shuddering as he 
fucked me more.
     “Harder.  Fuck me like a slut!” I shouted, barely believing the words coming 
out of my mouth, but his cock was so big and I felt so dirty.  I pushed him away 
and heard his cock slide out of me.  Then I turned around and put my hands 
against the wall, legs spread and ass in the air.
      Jake murmured something as he bent and his cock slipped back in me, giving 
me shivers as my cunt engulfed it’s width.  He pressed his chest to my back and 
began slowly, holding me close, his hands wrapped around me, hugging my belly.  
I reached down between my legs, rubbing my clit and his cock as it glided in and 
out, then further back to his balls, rubbing them.  He went faster.
      “Oh yes, I love that,” I told him. “Harder.”
      His hands rose to my tits and he held them up for me.  I licked them while he 
leaned around and watched.
      “You like it when I lick my tits for you?”
      “Oh yeah baby, I love it.  Lick those big tits.  Suck on them.”
      I started chewing my nipples when his hands slid down to my hips, grasping 
them, and he stood up straight.  Then he started pounding me.  I cried out and he 
pushed me harder against the wall, flattening my tits.  I grunted and growled and 
he grabbed my hair and pulled my head around.  We stared at each other as I 
nearly sobbed and he spread my ass cheeks wider, banging my cunt.
     “Oh god Jake I’m gonna cum again.  Fuck me.  I’m such a whore.”
     With that, he lifted me up so I was off the floor and bounced my cunt on his 
cock.  My legs dangling, I came again, moaning and screaming and crying with 
his cock driving in and out.  I was shaking there, impaled on him, cumming like a 
fountain.  I could hear the squish of his cock slamming in me and the suction as he 
pulled out.
     “Let me down, I want to taste you!” I shouted.  He set me down and I fell on 
shaking legs to my knees.  I grabbed his slippery cock and he grabbed my head 
and I pulled it into my mouth just as he tried to ram his cock down my throat.  He 
came like a volcano, so hot and thick I gagged and his cum flooded out over my 
lips, down my chin.  I pulled on his cock, feeling the vein on the bottom surge as 
he kept blasting.  I tried to swallow and his cum spilled down between my tits.
     He quivered and after what must have been ten hot spurts, I milked the cum 
from his cock and licked, swallowing.  My fingers rubbed the cum on my tits as I 
sucked him dry, and when he pulled out, I lifted my big tits up and licked it off.
     “God,” he panted, trembling. “I think I’m going to have to do laundry every 
night.”


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