Jane Fox - Sucking coeds

"I wish that disgusting old creep would just fuck off!" Virginia McRae sputtered as she checked her reflection in the dorm mirror. Even with her nose crinkled up in disgust, she still looked good enough to eat. Sure, she knew that the creamy mounds of her rosy-tipped jugs jiggled and bounced provocatively when she walked, but that didn't give old Professor Harris license to pinch her nipples every time he caught her behind the stacks in the library where she worked part-time.

"Oh, yuck!" Ginny exclaimed. The very thought of that old lecher was enough to make her positively sick to her stomach! If he'd only quit hanging around the rare-book section, working at the library might be fun. Professor Harris was the perfect stereotype of a dirty old man. If he hadn't have been so persistent about trying to pinch her tits or grab her ass, Ginny might have even thought he was funny. He was so repulsive that he looked like a cartoon character straight out of somebody's nightmare!

When Professor Harris had first come into the library, Ginny had thought that he was the janitor. He was absolutely ancient and he wore rumpled clothes that looked like he had slept in them. His teeth were all yellowed and his shin was pasty white. He looked like he had been locked up in a cubicle somewhere for years, without ever seeing the light of day, and Ginny pictured him working in a boiler room in the basement of one of the old college buildings, feeding the incinerator. You can't imagine her shock when she found that he was a respected member of the physics department!

Professor Harris had taken one look at Ginny and leered in a totally disgusting way. Then he had asked for a book kept in the stacks and had followed her as she went to retrieve it for him. As soon as they were out of sight of the head librarian's desk, Professor Harris had reached out and grabbed Ginny's firm ass.

Ginny couldn't believe it when she felt his hands grab her quivering butt-cheeks and squeeze! She had let out a little yelp of shock and had whirled around, only to find him grinning lewdly. He cackled loudly as he saw her shocked and outraged expression.

"What's the matter girlie?" he had asked as she moved quickly away from his clutching fingers. "Don't tell me no one's ever pinched your little ass before! You've got cheeks that just beg to be squeezed!"

Then he had lurched forward and grabbed both of the startled girl's bouncing tits in his hands.

"You just come and see me, toots, when you get tired of all the little boys on campus!" he had said. "Ask anyone! Old Harris knows how to prong the girlies!"

Ginny had practically thrown the book in his face and had run back to Miriam Simms, the head librarian, intending to report the whole incident.

Miriam took one look at Ginny's outraged expression and threw back her head in laughter. "I see old Professor Harris is up to his usual tricks!" she had giggled, breaking out in a fresh burst of laughter as Ginny's eyes widened in surprise.

"Professor Harris?" Ginny sputtered. "Oh, my God! I thought he was the janitor!"

"Don't feel alone," Miriam had commented, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. "He pulls that trick on every new girl I get I usually try to warn them, but I didn't expect to see him so soon. He always shows up the second week of the quarter as soon as I post our work schedule. Then he picks a time when a new girl is working alone and he asks for something in the stacks. Oh, don't worry," she continued as she saw an expression of alarm cross Ginny's pretty face. "He won't really do anything just a few pinches and some obscene comments. You can always run faster than he can, you know!"

Ginny had laughed along with Miriam, but she had done her best to avoid Professor Harris in the weeks that followed. He hadn't managed to pinch her again until this afternoon, and she vowed she would never be caught again.

"Disgusting!" she muttered, so intent on her memory of Professor Harris' pinch that she didn't even notice her roommate come through the door.

"What's disgusting?" Rhea Evans asked, throwing her notebook on the chair and flopping on one madras-covered bed. "Did old Gimpy Harris get you back in the stacks again?" She giggled at Ginny's sour expression.

"Well, don't stand there sputtering!" Rhea giggled. "I told you what to do, didn't I? Just pull off all your clothes and flop down on the floor with your legs spread! That old pervert couldn't get it up, anyway! He'd probably be so shocked that he'd have a heart attack and keel over dead!"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh at her roommate's fantasy. Old Gimpy Harris had probably spent years chasing the young college girls. No doubt Rhea was right. He probably would die of shock if he ever caught one!

"Just think of the millions of girls that would love you forever, Ginny," Rhea continued. "They'd probably erect a monument to you in the main square! They could cast a figure of you in bronze, standing over Professor Harris' body. The plague would read, 'In Honor of Virginia McRae, Campus Lecher Slayer!'."

Ginny had been trying to pull off her sweater as Rhea talked and she had stopped several times to giggle. She finally pulled the heavy sweater over her head and threw it on her bed, reaching for a pair of cut-off Levi's and a sweatshirt.

"Hold it!" Rhea commanded. "Turn around a second!"

Ginny obligingly turned to face her roommate.

"God! You have great boobs!" Rhea exclaimed in admiration. "No wonder old Harris can't keep his hands off. Anybody would love to squeeze boobs like yours. It makes me just green with envy, Ginny. No shit! I'd give the world for titties like yours. They're all soft and fluffy, and they just make you want to bury your head right between them and squeeze and suck and lick!"

Ginny began blushing in acute embarrassment. "Oh, come on Rhea. Stop kidding. You have nice boobs, too, and your nipples are always hard and poking out! Besides, big boobs aren't everything. It's like the boys say anything over a mouthful is wasted, anyway!"

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," Rhea answered, looking down at her tiny boobs. "I'm almost as flat as a boy! Really, Ginny, I've always dreamed of having big, luscious titties like yours. And look at what I'm stuck with! I swear if I take my shirt off at the beach, everyone will think I'm a boy."

"Now you're being ridiculous!" Ginny retorted, walking over to the bed where her roommate was lying. "Just look at this!" She cupped both tits in her palms, holding up the heavy, shimmering globes. "Big boobs aren't all that great. They're heavy. See the grooves I get on my shoulders from my bra straps? At the end of the day my shoulders positive ache!"

Ginny began massaging the deep red marks on both of her shoulders, making her enormous tithes shiver and jiggle with her motions.

"If I ever went without a bra, my boobs would drop clear down to my waist!"

Rhea's gaze was fastened on Ginny's bouncing tits and she had a slightly glazed look in her deep blue eyes.

"I wonder if they feel as good as they look," she mused. "Do the boys rub and suck them a lot, Ginny?" She began to look wistful. "I've never had anyone suck my titties, Ginny. Does it feel good?"

Ginny felt a blush spread over her creamy face. She felt sorry for her roommate and thoughts of the many boys who had pinched and teased her sensitive boobs made her uncomfortable. Poor Rhea! Ginny found it hard to imagine anyone being deprived of that sensuous pleasure. She felt herself blush even more as she thought of Bill, her high-school steady, and the delightful hours they had spent in the backseat of his father's station wagon.