Butt Fuck College Admissions

Butt Fuck College Admissions

Applying for an Ivy League college isn't as easy as it used to be. When John was eighteen all he had to do was get good grades, and play in the high school band. His high school band was a Class A band and won many contests. And playing in the band got him into a good school.

Most applicants spend all their time studying, preparing for their SAT's and have little else to offer. But times have changed. There are movie stars paying huge sums of money to get their "average" kids into top schools. Hedge funds managers are paying millions to get their dim-witted kids into USC and Harvard, and Yale.

John was a theoretical mathematician -- a person who spends days, months, or even years trying to square the circle or proving infinity is a pretzel. Since it was tough for him to find work as a mathematician, he enlisted in the Navy. He was a cerebral guy and didn't spend his off hours in whore houses.

John was now a veteran, home from a tour in Japan. He had been stationed at Yokosuka Naval Base. He believed all women were basically sluts and just wanted to get fucked. Whether this is true, or not, this is what John believed. He was going to look for work as a data scientist, which is a high paying bullshit job. He had software that could crunch mega-data and could prove the world was flat. It was like the Bible -- full of incest, sodomy, and adultery but supposedly God's word.

John also had a theory -- that college admissions interviews were bogus, and SAT scores were crap. He wanted to send his brother, Luke, in for interviews to prove this theory. Luke, as many of our readers know, is as dumb as a door knob. But Luke, because he's been having hormone injections, has a 12-inch cock.

Melissa Prescott worked as an admissions officer at Cal State for the School of Engineering. She was described as a lovely woman, with a marvelous complexion, thick golden hair and intelligent blue eyes. She also had amazing breasts that caused men (and women) to turn their heads whenever she was out in public. Moreover, she had a strong sex drive like most women at her age. She needed to get herself off five or six times a day or she couldn't function. She didn't get any loving from her deadbeat husband so she played with herself almost constantly. She had sex toys but she preferred her fingers. She enjoyed the soft wetness of her hairy labia.

As time went by, Melissa became so disenchanted with her husband's lack of interest in sex, that she began looking for substitutes -- from vegetables to electronic wave generators. The generator is one of John's inventions and will appear later in this series. Here's an example: an ultrasonic device, sort of like what your dentist uses to clean your teeth. Except this device oscillates at a throbbing frequency low enough to stimulate a woman's pussy. Depending on the amplitude of vibrations you could drive a woman insane with lust, or just make her whimper. Either way, too much exposure and she'll end up in a mental institution.

Now in her early forties, Melissa had taken excellent care of herself and took great pride in her voluptuous body and lovely appearance. She went to the health club, worked out, and enjoyed watching other women work out. She preferred busty women, watching them on the tread mill, their boobs bouncing up and down. None of them wore bras so their nipples were quite visible. She wasn't a lesbian, but maybe bisexual. She often wondered what another woman's pussy would taste like. Many of the women at the gym wore yoga pants, pulled up tight in the crotch, so Melissa could tell who had the meatiest pussies. You didn't see panty lines with yoga pants.

She herself was very hairy, being a natural woman -- not one of those pussy shaving fanatics. As a result, her dark blond pubic hair extended from her navel all the way back to her ass cheeks. A few women complimented her on how sexy her pubic forest looked. And not a few women expressed their desire in wanting to investigate her ass more closely. She made a mental note to have a 'show and tell' party soon.

Her husband, at forty-seven, appeared to be much older. He looked sixty -- out of shape, with a pot belly. Dave, her husband, was embarrassed that his wife came across so much younger than he did. The longer Melissa thought about her relationship with Dave, the more ridiculous the whole idea became. We won't waste any more time on her husband.

Melissa worked in the university admissions department, specifically the school of engineering. She interviewed applicants; she had good people skills. She could read someone easily, and sometimes approved an applicant for admission without bothering to check his/her transcript.

On the other hand, she regarded her own son, Jerry, not only as flesh and blood, but a gentleman -- not making passes at every young woman that he saw. He was a good looking guy, and as his mother, she knew he was well hung.

One Friday afternoon, Melissa, who usually drank very little, was down in the dumps, mulling over her married life. She was sipping a single malt 12-year old scotch on the rocks, and the more she drank, the more melancholy she felt. It was Friday, and she knew that her husband would be working late at the bank.

She sat there in her living room, looking around the house, wondering why everything seemed so unreal to her. Everything took on an air of surreal fantasy, her beautiful home, her beautiful clothes, her family. It all seemed superficial. Through her scotch fog, she hoped that a fairy godmother would appear and grant her not three wishes, but only one wish -- a good stiff cock.

At a few minutes past three, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She looked out the picture window and smiled as Jerry was walking into the house. Jerry was your typical horny college student, who was not gay, but who devoted his time to homework and masturbation. She was getting excited, and hoped maybe he might be the answer to her salacious prayer.

She was wearing a thin house dress that buttoned down the front. She usually didn't wear a bra at home. She knew her eyes were watery because she had so much to drink. You could say she felt a pressing feminine need as well.

Jerry innocently entered the house and smiled at his mother.

"Hi, Mom," he said.

"How's it going, Jerry?" Her spirits lifted. Her pussy began leaking.

"Oh ... can't complain," he said. "It looks like you've been crying."

"I guess I have. A little."

"What's the problem?" he asked, sitting down at the far end of the sofa.

"Just feeling a little down, I guess."

"About what?"

"I really don't want to talk about it." She was ready to make her move. "I'd like to talk about YOU, though. You're becoming a fine young man." Her nipples were beginning to stiffen.

She brought the glass to her lips, polishing off the contents.

The longer she focused on Jerry, the more her nipples tingled. To a starving man, God appears as a loaf of bread.

She decided that, even though it was unusual, she ought to offer her son a drink.

"How about joining me for a scotch on the rocks?" she smiled, leaning over and stroking Jerry's arm.

"It looks like you've already had quite a bit to drink, Mom."

"Fine, then one more can't hurt all that much, can it?"

"I don't know. I guess that all depends."

"On what?"

"On how far you're gone. You look depressed."

"I was feeling down, but I'm feeling a lot better now that you're here." She sounded more like a recruiter than motherly.

"That's good."

"I'll get the drinks."

As Melissa eased her ass up off from the sofa, she kicked off her shoes and zig-zagged barefooted into the kitchen.

She knew that she looked seductive in her yellow housedress. It was a bit small for her in the butt. Her wide hips wiggled nicely as she walked, and she realized that she was putting on a little show for Jerry.

It made Melissa feel uncomfortable to realize that she was thinking of Jerry more as a potential 'mark' than as her son. She quickly returned with the scotch, handing him a glass.

"Do you ever drink?" she asked.

"Every now and then," he said. "At frat parties."

"Tell me about these parties. Are the girls nice? Are they sexy? "

"There isn't a whole lot to tell," he shrugged. "I don't drink as much as some of the other guys."

"You're probably better off that you don't." She wished he'd talk more about the girls at the frat parties.

"Yeah. I'm a social drinker," he acknowledged.

Jerry began feeling a bit uncomfortable about his mother leering at him. She had beautiful, intense blue eyes; he was becoming uncomfortable by her appraising him.

He quickly finished his drink and placed his empty glass on the coffee table. His mother moved closer to him on the sofa.

As she was using her long tongue to lick her full lips, Jerry swallowed hard. If he didn't know his mother as well as he did, he would have sworn that she was coming on to him. Cocksucker kept coming to mind, and he had to struggle mentally to stay focused.

He recalled one occasion when this had happened just a few weeks earlier. A mother of one of his girlfriends had attempted to make herself available to him, her legs were spread open enough to see she wasn't wearing panties. His date had come unexpectedly back into the room, causing Jerry to hide his erection. The mother got up and went into the kitchen.

But now he was faced with a different situation. His own mother was behaving sexually overt. He kept telling himself that maybe it had to be just his imagination, that her housedress being half unbuttoned was an optical illusion. Her heavy boobs weren't really exposed. Her thick swollen nipple wasn't a nipple, maybe a floater. He needed to have his vision checked.

Melissa felt the scotch having an effect on her -- her inhibitions were dissolving. She wished she could get herself off without being too obvious. Maybe she could finger herself to a quickie in the kitchen. Never, under any other condition, could she imagine herself doing what she wanted to do at that moment.

Melissa extended her right hand, allowing her fingers to trickle slowly up Jerry's thigh. The moment that her fingers touched his leg, she felt her pussy squirt. She was getting wet. Maybe Jerry would understand how she felt. Thinking about making it with those sluts at the frat house turned her on.

She was only a few inches away from clutching his dick when Jerry said, "Mom, I want you to meet Luke, a friend of mine. He's coming over in a few minutes."

She stopped stroking her son's legs. "Really??? Who's Luke? Is he a classmate?"

"No, I met Luke at the gym. I hired him as a personal trainer. He's pretty buffed. You'll see." He added, "I told him you worked in admissions at Cal State ..."

She heard a car stop out front, and a door slam. That must be Luke she figured. The footsteps were heavy. We need to remember Luke was on a twofold mission. First, he wanted to validate John's theory about SAT scores being bullshit. And second, he needed to earn good money so he could buy a new Corvette.

Luke rang the bell, and Jerry answered the door. Melissa heard a few muffled words and both entered the living room. Luke was wearing his usual tight t-shirt and tailored pre-washed blue jeans. His jeans were tailored because of what he was packing. There was no way he could fit his huge cock in off-the -shelf jeans.

When Melissa first set eyes on him, she thought it was the scotch that made Luke look abnormally huge. She blinked and tried to clear her head. No, he was really huge.

She extended her hand, "Hi Luke, so nice to meet you ..."

Luke smiled and grunted. The smile was because he appreciated her impressive appearance; the grunt was a mating call typically emitted by a male primate.

"What do you do, Luke?" Melissa asked, trying to engage Luke in conversation.

Luke didn't want to come across as an alpha male, so he said, "I work at Imperial Dance Studio."

"Oh, you're a dance instructor?"

"Yeah, but I really want to go to engineering school. I want to get into software development ..." Luke read somewhere that software developers make 6-figure incomes.

"What a coincidence! I work in admissions at Cal State. Why not drop in for an interview next Monday?"

"OK, great, ma'am. Anything I should bring?"

"Your school transcript would be a good start."

Luke was thinking. What's a transcript? Maybe he'll just say the dog ate it, or something equally dumb. He would wing it. Since he was kicked out of school in the 8th grade, getting more education had not been at the top of his list of priorities.

* * *

Melissa, after seeing Luke's massive bulge, decided to put seducing her son on hold. After all, Jerry would always be there for her.

Monday didn't arrive soon enough. Before going into the office at 10 o'clock she'd managed to get herself off twice. Luke was due at 10:30.

He arrived properly dressed for a college interview, wearing his white t-shirt and tailored jeans. Melissa assumed Luke had a great sense of humor and mentally gave him a 10. She herself wore a blue business suit with a tight white blouse. Her hip hugging skirt was hemmed above her knees, which made sitting or moving her legs a challenge. Luke saw she was flushed and attributed her trouble breathing to her having high blood pressure.

Luke sat leisurely, attempting to cross his legs. That being somewhat of a problem, he unzipped his fly. The knob of his cock sticking out of his jeans was a major distraction to Melissa. After all, she had not finished her stress relief yoga exercises this morning and she was still incredibly horny.

"So what do you do in your spare time, Luke?" Melissa asked, keeping the conversation light.

"Mostly I have sex with women, ma'am. At the studio. I really enjoy butt fucking best ..."

"Excuse me???" She wasn't sure she heard him correctly. " Did you just say you like butt fucking best?"

"Yeah. I love the feel of a woman's ass cheeks against me when I fuck her ..."

Melissa almost knocked over her Starbucks coffee cup. She couldn't believe she was conducting a college admissions interview and this simpleton -- er, darling boy, was discussing butt fucking.

She felt her pussy squirt and a trickle rolling down her right thigh.

Clearing her throat, she said, "Tell me more about your preoccupation, Luke ..."

"Well, take you for example, ma'am ... I can see you need to be fucked. You're horny as hell. All the signs are there ... I can smell your cunt from here. I bet you're wet, too?" She nodded meekly. She didn't think her arousal scent was that obvious. "Your nipples are stiff too ..."

She made a quick decision. "Why don't we adjourn to the small conference room. We won't be disturbed there."

Once in the conference room, she flicked the "In Conference" light on. She'd been staring at Luke's phallic endowment for a while now.

She quickly pulled down his zipper, then reached inside his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock. "I guess my interview is --" he muttered, interrupted by her assertiveness. Women these days undergo assertiveness training.

She let her fingers flitter delicately over his swelling penis, and the longer her fingers stroked the hotter Luke began to feel.

His heart rate increased as her finger movements continued. Things were happening just too fast for Luke to fully comprehend. One moment she was conducting an interview , and now she was playing with his cock.

"You've got such a nice, flexible cock," Melissa said softly. "I love feeling it growing, dear. Do you like it when I stroke it?"

"Oh yes, ma'am. I really do. I like it a lot. I don't know if it's right, though. I'm all mixed up inside. We shouldn't do this. Please, ma'am, let go of my cock."

"I don't want to, Luke. This means a lot to me."

"It means a lot to me too, but it just isn't the right time ..."

"I understand. But I also have needs. They just can't be suppressed. I'm sorry. I've tried, but it just won't work. I'm just too excited about us. I've got to have you, and that's all there is to it."

She stepped up the pace of her delicate finger movements. As her fingertips played up and down the length of his swelling cock, rolling his foreskin, Luke recognized just how futile it would be to stop her. But he gave it his last shot.

"This isn't a good time, ma'am, it really isn't," Luke balked. He needed to get into college. He needed a good job.

Not to lose focus, she kept tugging at his balls, then put her mouth over his knob. Her tongue was doing figure-8's on his cock. She pumped with every ounce of intensity, determined to make him to expel every drop of his warm semen into her mouth. She had no doubts she could swallow all of it.

This lurid act was moving into its final stage; Melissa felt she had pushed Luke up to the ready position, leading up to 'lock and load' or 'blast off'. Whatever you want to call it.

"Please stop whining, Luke. I need you more than anything right now."

As Melissa continued to allow her right hand to diddle his cock, she reached out with her left hand and fondled his big balls.

"I'll bet you like this," she smiled. "I can tell from the way you're breathing."

"Who wouldn't?" Luke shook his head, hyperventilating. "You've got magic in your fingers, ma'am. You really know how to work them."

"The time has come for you to stop calling me ma'am," she said. "We should call each other something like 'darling' or 'lover', but certainly not ma'am. We're more intimate than that now, baby. We're at a point that few people ever reach ... the point of complete sexual release. I'm going to get it from you, baby, I really am. And you're going to enjoy every second of it too."

"I feel like I'm ready to blow now," he gasped. "Your fingers feel so nice ..."

"Of course. I've got a good stiff cock to work with."

All the while she continued the lovely pumping, letting her fingers slide around his balls, tickling, tickling, and pumping on his 12-inch tool at the same time.

"I love your monster cock, honey," she gasped. She opened her legs, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. Her thighs were toned, muscular. Luke could see her wet crotch from where he was sitting.

Melissa kept up her delicate finger movements till she knew that he could not endure her diddling much longer. She wanted to make him shoot, and his being younger, she knew he could do it over and over.

Her effort switched from the realm of slow, teasing masturbation to that of blowing him. She removed her fingers from his cock and dropped to her knees. Her skirt exposed her thighs beautifully.

As Jerry lay sprawled out on the edge of the conference room chair, Melissa's head dropped down between his legs.

"You're going to blow me," Luke sighed. "It's going to feel good, but I have a better idea." Luke assumed the initiative, grabbed her hips and rolled her over. He yanked her flimsy thong off, exposing her butt cheeks.

Luke admired the beauty and fullness of her fleshy buttocks. But only momentarily.

"You sure have a hairy ass ..."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah ..."

"You didn't come," Melissa mumbled.

"Not yet, I'm saving it for something better."

She could tell that with her rump exposed, she was due for a pleasant (maybe unpleasant) surprise. Melissa's immediate response was to tense up. Despite the prickling sensations running up and down the core of her asshole, despite her hungry desire to have Luke plug her, she contracted her bowels and resisted the probing of Luke's lubricated weapon.

She had never taken anything larger than a finger up her asshole, and the thought of Luke's huge cock up her rectum made her fearful and apprehensive. Luke might get great pleasure out of ramming that fuck-bludgeon up a woman's ass, but Melissa couldn't imagine any pleasure she might derive could compensate for the pain she was sure to experience.