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Power of Dirndls & Lederhosen: Part 1
The campus nerd channels his Bavarian Roots at a frat party, and wins the heart of the frauline freshman.
by CBSummers - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
PART ONE – September 22
October
was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was blowing the freshly
fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in my room,
snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic
Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying
wasn’t a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the
awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically
combined with other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form
the very basis of life itself.
I loved learning. I loved science. I loved textbooks. They allowed me to escape my self. In textbooks I wasn’t a loveless, lonely virgin. I wasn’t an awkward, babbling dork. I didn’t have a disappointing body with
deep pockmarks from a high-school bout with acne, and crooked teeth
from parents too poor to pay for braces. And I didn’t become
embarrassingly tongue-tied in the presence of hotties, because there
were no hotties in textbooks. There wasn’t even a me. Lost in the mysteries and majesty of science, I became the universe itself. Immortal. Beautiful. Content.
It
was a blessed relief from all the stress I’d been under of late. You
see, I could understand carbon. I could understand DNA. I could
understand calculus, non-Euclidean geometry and superstring theory. But girls? They were a total mystery to me.
My
roommate Troy had been trying to share his ‘wisdom’ about the fairer
sex with me, but it wasn’t easy for me to take his advice. After all, he
was a Neanderthal. Normally, I avoided guys like him. You know, big
dumb lunks, with handsome faces, muscular
bodies, and cocky attitudes. Troy was willfully ignorant about the
natural world. He didn’t believe in evolution, because it just didn’t
make sense to him, but he did believe in Bigfoot because he saw a movie
about it once. I mean, he was just an idiot. I never would have chosen a
guy like him to be my roommate, but my roomie for the last two years
suddenly transferred to Columbia just before school started in
September, so Troy, was assigned to me at random.
I’ll
never forget the day I met the big dope. He swaggered into my room as
if he owned the place. He was tall and broad, with a thick, strong neck,
short tan hair, and an infuriating air of confidence. I hated him
instantly. But I resolved to try to get along with him, so I said, “Hi.
I’m Hans. Hans Willis.”
He replied, “Look dude, here’s the
deal I’m gonna fuck a lot of girls in this room, so we need to work out
some kinda arrangement. If you see a sock hanging on the doorknob,
don’t come in. Got it? Just assume I’m boning some chick. I don’t care
if you have to sleep in the lobby, don’t come between me and my pussy.
But don’t worry, same rules apply for both of us. If I see the sock, I’ll stay out too. Those are now the house rules. Name’s Troy, by the way.” He held his fist out for me to bump, so I bumped it.
But the one girl I actually did go on one date with, that September, ended up becoming my roommate’s main fuck buddy, Briona. She’s maybe the smartest female in the science department, but her primal desires led her to the neanderthal, Troy. It wasn’t even a week after my one feeble date. Briona basically ignored me in class, and I was miserable. I became depressed and stayed in my dorm, sulking myself to sleep.
So
there I was, lost in my textbook on a cold September evening, when
voices in the hallway brought me out of my reverie. They stopped in
front of my door and began to talk back and forth in hushed tones. I
recognized Troy’s voice. He started talking loudly. “No, really, don’t
worry about my roommate. He’s asleep. Sleeps like a fucking log.”
A girl’s voice whispered, “Really? I don’t know about this. Are you sure?”
He answered loudly, “Yeah, I told ya,
he’s on some kinda meds to keep his acne from coming back. Those things
knock him out like a light. It’s actually kinda bizarre. Hey, why don’t
you see for yourself?”
He
was fumbling with his keys, and then he dropped them loudly on the
floor. I realized with shock that he was hoping I’d hear him so I could
pretend to be asleep. I was gripped with utter terror. He’d never done
anything like this before. He usually called me if he wanted to bring a
girl over, to give me time to clear out. But he must have met this girl
at some late night party, and didn’t think I’d agree to leaving the room at 2:15 in the morning. So what was his plan? He wanted me to stay? To… what? Pretend
to be asleep while he fucked this girl? It was a crazy idea! Utterly
indecent! Utterly wonderful! Two conflicting thoughts raced through my
head at the same time. One: I don’t have time for this! I have to study!
Two: Oh holy shit… oh holy shit, shit,!
What
a position to put me in! But I felt I had no choice but to play possum!
I heard the key clicking into place, so I barely had time to put my
books on the floor, flip out my bedside lamp, and yank the covers
messily over my head before the door swung open. I didn’t see them
coming in, but I heard their voices.
He said, in a normal voice, “See? What did I tell you? Out like a light.”
She whispered, “No… really?”
The
door closed, and he said, “Here. Let me show you.” He tromped over to
me, shook me and shouted, “Wake up, roomie! The building’s on fire!”
Then he leaned down close enough to whisper, “Please, Hans. Just go with
it.” I didn’t make a peep, so he said loudly, “What did I tell you? Dead to the world. It’s just you and me, sweetheart.’
She giggled and whispered, “Damn. Those must be some killer meds. Which one does he take? Xeotrex, or Iso…”
She
fell silent. From the sound of the wet little smacking sounds I heard,
he must have started kissing her to stop her questions. Damn, what a
caveman he was. But she didn’t complain. Soon she was making hungry
little moans and wet slobbering gasps and groans. Oh shit. I couldn’t
believe they were making out… right there in my room! My cock started to
harden. It was a good thing I’d turned to my side, or she might have
seen a volcano rising under my sheets.
I
just lay there in shock for the next five minutes, unable to block out
those sexy sounds. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. But
it only got more shocking when I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt
buckle clinking open. Troy moaned, “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck yeah.”
She
giggled, saying, “Let’s see what you got in here, big boy. Oh, hot
damn. It’s so big. Damn. My fingers barely fit around it. Fuck. I gotta
get a taste of that.” Then she inhaled and made a wet slurping sound.
Troy moaned deeply, “Oh… fuck.”
Up
to that very moment, I’d had no intention of peeking. But once I
realized that a girl was giving Troy a blowjob just a few feet away from
me, and the only thing that stood between them and my eyes was my
blanket… well I just couldn’t resist. I had to see. I just had to! So I
slowly moved my hand up to my face and began to tug at the blanket to
form a shadowy little opening to peep through. The first thing I saw was
Troy’s rapturous face, illuminated by his bedside light. He looked
right at me. I thought he’d be pissed, but he just smiled and put his
finger to his lips, then pointed down, grinning like a birthday boy
showing off his brand new BB gun.
With
that encouragement, I pulled the opening a little more open, and laid
my eyes on a sight that absolutely shook me to the core.
Briona Skorsczi was on her knees sucking my roommate’s big fat cock.
I
couldn’t have been more shocked if I’d suddenly seen my family being
eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was horrifying, yet I couldn’t look
away. I just couldn’t. Briona’s big,
beautiful nose was bobbing forward and back, her glasses sliding down to
the tip as she sucked him into her beautiful mouth. Her delightful
bunny teeth were sliding gently over the raw, naked flesh of that
frighteningly huge cock of his. It had to be eight or nine inches long. Maybe more.
She
must have taken off her coat and shirt before getting on her knees,
because I saw her enormous tits absolutely straining to escape the
confines of her lacy white bra. I’d been right all along. She had been
hiding a smoking hot body under all those baggy clothes. Her tits were
even bigger than I’d suspected, probably full D cups, and her creamy
white cleavage was wiggling like a bowl of Jell-O as she slurped Troy’s
cock with increasing eagerness.
I
watched all of this in utter shock. I couldn’t believe this was
actually happening. The sweet, innocent, genius of my dreams was
polishing a Neanderthal’s knob. It was wrong on so many levels; I just
couldn’t wrap my head around it. How the hell had he met her anyway? I
hadn’t told either of them about each other, but Prairie Tech wasn’t a
very big college, so this was just one of those random coincidences that
happen from time to time. Only this time it was happening to me,
goddamn it!
It was heartbreaking to watch. But I had to. I had to. Those
full, beautiful lips, which I’d been too timid to kiss, were now
sliding and slurping over the bulbous head of Troy’s throbbing meat. And
her delicate pink tongue, which had said so many fascinating things to
me over the course of our evening together, was now slipping out, and
flicking that sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. All the
while she stroked his long shaft with those delicate hands I’d imagined
holding in my own. Then she lifted his cock, leaned forward and slurped
his big, hairless balls into her mouth, making him grab his bedside
table for support.
“Oh fuck. Suck my balls, bitch. Yeah… so fucking good.”
I
watched her lick every inch of his veiny shaft, her big beautiful nose
occasionally bending in contact with his cock, which I found
particularly obscene. Then she kissed her way back to the tip of his
salami and began gobbling him forward and back in long swooping moves,
making her brown hair bob and bounce, taking him deeper and deeper into
her throat with each stroke. She began to drool copiously, coating his
cock with so much slime that long strands of slobber dripped down onto
her creamy white cleavage. God… I just about passed out at the sight of
it. She tilted her head lithely side to side as she gulped his cock,
literally swallowing it until I could actually see the end of his
massive member distorting her willowy neck! It was astonishing. She was
making loud, wet gasping sounds, but unbelievably, she wasn’t choking oh his cock one tiny bit.
That’s
when it dawned on me that she wasn’t a sweet little shy virgin after
all. She’d obviously sucked a cock or two in her time. Hell, for all I
knew, she did this sort of thing every single night of the year. I’d
completely misjudged her. She hadn’t turned me down because she was too
busy. She’d turned me down because I was a coward.
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PART ONE – September 22
October
was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was blowing the freshly
fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in my room,
snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic
Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying
wasn’t a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the
awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically
combined with other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form
the very basis of life itself.
I loved learning. I loved science. I loved textbooks. They allowed me to escape my self. In textbooks I wasn’t a loveless, lonely virgin. I wasn’t an awkward, babbling dork. I didn’t have a disappointing body with
deep pockmarks from a high-school bout with acne, and crooked teeth
from parents too poor to pay for braces. And I didn’t become
embarrassingly tongue-tied in the presence of hotties, because there
were no hotties in textbooks. There wasn’t even a me. Lost in the mysteries and majesty of science, I became the universe itself. Immortal. Beautiful. Content.
It
was a blessed relief from all the stress I’d been under of late. You
see, I could understand carbon. I could understand DNA. I could
understand calculus, non-Euclidean geometry and superstring theory. But girls? They were a total mystery to me.
My
roommate Troy had been trying to share his ‘wisdom’ about the fairer
sex with me, but it wasn’t easy for me to take his advice. After all, he
was a Neanderthal. Normally, I avoided guys like him. You know, big
dumb lunks, with handsome faces, muscular
bodies, and cocky attitudes. Troy was willfully ignorant about the
natural world. He didn’t believe in evolution, because it just didn’t
make sense to him, but he did believe in Bigfoot because he saw a movie
about it once. I mean, he was just an idiot. I never would have chosen a
guy like him to be my roommate, but my roomie for the last two years
suddenly transferred to Columbia just before school started in
September, so Troy, was assigned to me at random.
I’ll
never forget the day I met the big dope. He swaggered into my room as
if he owned the place. He was tall and broad, with a thick, strong neck,
short tan hair, and an infuriating air of confidence. I hated him
instantly. But I resolved to try to get along with him, so I said, “Hi.
I’m Hans. Hans Willis.”
He replied, “Look dude, here’s the
deal I’m gonna fuck a lot of girls in this room, so we need to work out
some kinda arrangement. If you see a sock hanging on the doorknob,
don’t come in. Got it? Just assume I’m boning some chick. I don’t care
if you have to sleep in the lobby, don’t come between me and my pussy.
But don’t worry, same rules apply for both of us. If I see the sock, I’ll stay out too. Those are now the house rules. Name’s Troy, by the way.” He held his fist out for me to bump, so I bumped it.
But the one girl I actually did go on one date with, that September, ended up becoming my roommate’s main fuck buddy, Briona. She’s maybe the smartest female in the science department, but her primal desires led her to the neanderthal, Troy. It wasn’t even a week after my one feeble date. Briona basically ignored me in class, and I was miserable. I became depressed and stayed in my dorm, sulking myself to sleep.
So
there I was, lost in my textbook on a cold September evening, when
voices in the hallway brought me out of my reverie. They stopped in
front of my door and began to talk back and forth in hushed tones. I
recognized Troy’s voice. He started talking loudly. “No, really, don’t
worry about my roommate. He’s asleep. Sleeps like a fucking log.”
A girl’s voice whispered, “Really? I don’t know about this. Are you sure?”
He answered loudly, “Yeah, I told ya,
he’s on some kinda meds to keep his acne from coming back. Those things
knock him out like a light. It’s actually kinda bizarre. Hey, why don’t
you see for yourself?”
He
was fumbling with his keys, and then he dropped them loudly on the
floor. I realized with shock that he was hoping I’d hear him so I could
pretend to be asleep. I was gripped with utter terror. He’d never done
anything like this before. He usually called me if he wanted to bring a
girl over, to give me time to clear out. But he must have met this girl
at some late night party, and didn’t think I’d agree to leaving the room at 2:15 in the morning. So what was his plan? He wanted me to stay? To… what? Pretend
to be asleep while he fucked this girl? It was a crazy idea! Utterly
indecent! Utterly wonderful! Two conflicting thoughts raced through my
head at the same time. One: I don’t have time for this! I have to study!
Two: Oh holy shit… oh holy shit, shit,!
What
a position to put me in! But I felt I had no choice but to play possum!
I heard the key clicking into place, so I barely had time to put my
books on the floor, flip out my bedside lamp, and yank the covers
messily over my head before the door swung open. I didn’t see them
coming in, but I heard their voices.
He said, in a normal voice, “See? What did I tell you? Out like a light.”
She whispered, “No… really?”
The
door closed, and he said, “Here. Let me show you.” He tromped over to
me, shook me and shouted, “Wake up, roomie! The building’s on fire!”
Then he leaned down close enough to whisper, “Please, Hans. Just go with
it.” I didn’t make a peep, so he said loudly, “What did I tell you? Dead to the world. It’s just you and me, sweetheart.’
She giggled and whispered, “Damn. Those must be some killer meds. Which one does he take? Xeotrex, or Iso…”
She
fell silent. From the sound of the wet little smacking sounds I heard,
he must have started kissing her to stop her questions. Damn, what a
caveman he was. But she didn’t complain. Soon she was making hungry
little moans and wet slobbering gasps and groans. Oh shit. I couldn’t
believe they were making out… right there in my room! My cock started to
harden. It was a good thing I’d turned to my side, or she might have
seen a volcano rising under my sheets.
I
just lay there in shock for the next five minutes, unable to block out
those sexy sounds. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. But
it only got more shocking when I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt
buckle clinking open. Troy moaned, “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck yeah.”
She
giggled, saying, “Let’s see what you got in here, big boy. Oh, hot
damn. It’s so big. Damn. My fingers barely fit around it. Fuck. I gotta
get a taste of that.” Then she inhaled and made a wet slurping sound.
Troy moaned deeply, “Oh… fuck.”
Up
to that very moment, I’d had no intention of peeking. But once I
realized that a girl was giving Troy a blowjob just a few feet away from
me, and the only thing that stood between them and my eyes was my
blanket… well I just couldn’t resist. I had to see. I just had to! So I
slowly moved my hand up to my face and began to tug at the blanket to
form a shadowy little opening to peep through. The first thing I saw was
Troy’s rapturous face, illuminated by his bedside light. He looked
right at me. I thought he’d be pissed, but he just smiled and put his
finger to his lips, then pointed down, grinning like a birthday boy
showing off his brand new BB gun.
With
that encouragement, I pulled the opening a little more open, and laid
my eyes on a sight that absolutely shook me to the core.
Briona Skorsczi was on her knees sucking my roommate’s big fat cock.
I
couldn’t have been more shocked if I’d suddenly seen my family being
eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was horrifying, yet I couldn’t look
away. I just couldn’t. Briona’s big,
beautiful nose was bobbing forward and back, her glasses sliding down to
the tip as she sucked him into her beautiful mouth. Her delightful
bunny teeth were sliding gently over the raw, naked flesh of that
frighteningly huge cock of his. It had to be eight or nine inches long. Maybe more.
She
must have taken off her coat and shirt before getting on her knees,
because I saw her enormous tits absolutely straining to escape the
confines of her lacy white bra. I’d been right all along. She had been
hiding a smoking hot body under all those baggy clothes. Her tits were
even bigger than I’d suspected, probably full D cups, and her creamy
white cleavage was wiggling like a bowl of Jell-O as she slurped Troy’s
cock with increasing eagerness.
I
watched all of this in utter shock. I couldn’t believe this was
actually happening. The sweet, innocent, genius of my dreams was
polishing a Neanderthal’s knob. It was wrong on so many levels; I just
couldn’t wrap my head around it. How the hell had he met her anyway? I
hadn’t told either of them about each other, but Prairie Tech wasn’t a
very big college, so this was just one of those random coincidences that
happen from time to time. Only this time it was happening to me,
goddamn it!
It was heartbreaking to watch. But I had to. I had to. Those
full, beautiful lips, which I’d been too timid to kiss, were now
sliding and slurping over the bulbous head of Troy’s throbbing meat. And
her delicate pink tongue, which had said so many fascinating things to
me over the course of our evening together, was now slipping out, and
flicking that sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. All the
while she stroked his long shaft with those delicate hands I’d imagined
holding in my own. Then she lifted his cock, leaned forward and slurped
his big, hairless balls into her mouth, making him grab his bedside
table for support.
“Oh fuck. Suck my balls, bitch. Yeah… so fucking good.”
I
watched her lick every inch of his veiny shaft, her big beautiful nose
occasionally bending in contact with his cock, which I found
particularly obscene. Then she kissed her way back to the tip of his
salami and began gobbling him forward and back in long swooping moves,
making her brown hair bob and bounce, taking him deeper and deeper into
her throat with each stroke. She began to drool copiously, coating his
cock with so much slime that long strands of slobber dripped down onto
her creamy white cleavage. God… I just about passed out at the sight of
it. She tilted her head lithely side to side as she gulped his cock,
literally swallowing it until I could actually see the end of his
massive member distorting her willowy neck! It was astonishing. She was
making loud, wet gasping sounds, but unbelievably, she wasn’t choking oh his cock one tiny bit.
That’s
when it dawned on me that she wasn’t a sweet little shy virgin after
all. She’d obviously sucked a cock or two in her time. Hell, for all I
knew, she did this sort of thing every single night of the year. I’d
completely misjudged her. She hadn’t turned me down because she was too
busy. She’d turned me down because I was a coward.
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