Admissions Decision

I am the admissions director for a small New England college. Not a very exciting job, and frankly, I was downright bored. How long can anyone spend looking at SAT scores, grades, and mindless personal statements while giving the same spiel and asking the same questions in countless interviews before getting burned out? And as we approached the decision deadline and time-pressure mounted, I was less and less in the mood to be enthusiastic or even polite. So when I got a phone call from a Mrs. Jane Hamilton insisting on setting up a late interview for her and her daughter Ashley I was less than excited.

Normally, we don't even offer to talk to parents or agree to interviews after the application deadline, but Mrs. Hamilton was so unrelenting that I decided to agree just to get her off the phone. We set a time for the next day, and I hung up angrily.

As the time for the interview approached, I dug out Ashley's file. It was a disaster. Low SATs, mediocre grades, and a banal personal statement. I began to regret having even consented to an interview which was going to be an obvious waste of time. When my secretary buzzed me that they were here I let out an audible groan.

My door opened and in walked Mrs. Hamilton closing the door behind her. She was a ravishing woman. Petite (about 5'3"), with chin-length blond hair, deep blue eyes, aristocratic high cheek bones, and a voluptuous body dressed in a chic summer suit. She was New England WASP all the way, old money, Laura Ashley and summers on Martha's Vineyard. She also didn't look a day over 30, and when I glanced down at her birthdate on the application file, I saw that she actually only 37 -- quite young to have a 18-year old daughter. It took me a moment to realize her daughter was not actually with her.

She sat down across from me without being asked, and crossed her lean legs.

"Thank you for seeing me," she said briskly. "I want to talk to you before you speak to my daughter."

"That is a little irregular," I muttered.

"No matter, let's cut to the chase. My daughter is a nice girl, but no brain scientist. But she wants to go here, and her father and I want to make her happy."

She reached into her pocket-book and pulled out an envelop which she then tossed onto my desk.

"$5000. For you. And don't get all offended and huffy. Just take it."

I was speechless.

She stood up.

"Look, Mrs. Hamilton..." I said recovering my voice.

"Call me Jane," she said as she walked around to my side of the desk.

"Look Jane..." I began again.

She interrupted me, "Do you want to see my tits?"

That stopped me, and suddenly I realized I was very excited. Between her appearance, her no-nonsense tone, and the substance of her question, my dick started to harden in my pants.

"I'll take that for a yes," she said as she peeled off her jacket. She was wearing a very sheer silk blouse with no bra and I could see her erect raspberry nipples poking through the fabric. As I stared open mouthed, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, exposing one of the nicest set of tits I'd ever seen. They were large, probably 36-Cs, and only slightly beginning to sag which emphasized their natural fullness. Her nipples were like succulent swollen grapes. She had a flat stomach and slim waist which nicely offset the swell of her hips and her pretty round ass.

She took another step toward me, and automatically I leaned forward and starting kissing and sucking her nipples. I went from one to the other, using my mouth and pinching them between my thumb and forefinger in turn. I could have gone on like that forever, but Jane had other ideas. She reached down into my lap and deftly unzipped my pants. In an instant she had her hand inside my boxers and was stroking my cock with a practiced touch.

"You have a nice cock," she breathed. "I want it in my mouth."

Gracefully, she lowered herself to her knees. She pulled my pants open and freed my rod. Then with a lascivious smile, she leaned forward and began licking the head of my cock cleaning away the first drops of pre-cum. Her dainty hands were stroking my shaft and gently massaging my balls. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, and then she switched to kissing. It was less physically stimulating, but somehow more erotic to her full red lips puckering up and down against my shaft.

For a long time she teased my with her lips, but then suddenly she got serious. She opened her mouth wide and took my cock inside her. I gasped loudly as my rod entered her hot, wet mouth. Then looking up at me with her sparkling blue eyes, she began bobbing up and down, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until I began to think she'd swallow me whole.

Her blowjob was amazing, hot and wet, her mouth making a loud slurping sound with each stroke. I was so excited I was ready to burst. Part of it was a class thing. It was like a peasant getting head from the lady of the manor, but between her looks and technique I'm sure I'd have been in heaven even if she'd been some hooker off the street.

"I'm gonna cum," I muttered.

Suddenly I felt a quick jab as her teeth closed slightly on my cock. I jolted upright, suddenly more in control.

"Not yet," she growled pulling my cock from her mouth. "I want you to fuck my tits first."

I was a little baffled, so Jane took charge. Raising herself to a squat, she pressed her chest to my crotch. She place my cock between her mounds, and pressed her breasts together to enclose my cock in a fleshy tunnel. My cock was drenched with saliva, and that provided enough lubrication for her to fuck me by raising herself up and down with her thighs.

It felt great especially the sensation of her erect nipples brushing against my stomach. And although not as pleasing as being inside her mouth, it was even more exciting. Seeing her bouncing up and down on her luscious thighs and squeezing my cock with her tits was the most wanton thing I'd ever seen. In only moments, I was again ready to cum.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her again.

I expected her to pull away lest she stain her suit. But instead she took my cock back into her mouth, so deep that I could feel the sensitive head brush the back of her throat. I came immediately, and my cock felt like it was shooting a gallon of cum. Incredibly Jane keep her mouth glued to my rod, her throat moving a mile-a-minute as she swallowed every last drop of my jism. She even kept my cock in her mouth as it gradually shrank, and gave it a last minute tongue bath to clean it up.

She stood back up, buttoned her blouse, and slipped into her jacket, and in less than thirty seconds she'd transformed herself back from wanton slut to upper crust lady.

"I'm going to send my daughter in now. I trust you'll be discreet."

And with that she turned on her heels and stalked out. I was so busy watching her shapely ass sway out of the room that I barely noticed her daughter walk in. Not that normally, I would have ignored Ashley Hamilton. She was almost the spitting image of her mother having inherited her mother's chest, blond hair and blue eyes. She quite a bit taller, about 5'8" which made her seem more sinewy and less voluptuous. Ashley also wore her hair longer though, it flowed down a bit past her shoulders, and her face was a bit more rounded. She was more reminiscent of your typical California blond, and between the two of them they would have done well at any mother-daughter beauty pageant.

She was wearing a conservative pleated skirt and white blouse. And she was fidgeting with her purse. She stood by the door until I suggest she close it and invited her in. She sat down in front of my desk.

It was obvious she was very nervous. I tried breaking the ice with a few questions about herself, but that only seemed to get her more flustered. In one sense I felt sorry for her, but in another I was getting frustrated. No matter how nice her mother had been to me, he monosyllabic whispered answers were annoying me.

When her answer to the question, "Why do you want to come to this college?" was "I don't know, it seems like a nice place," I exploded.

"Well, what do you think you offer this college?" I asked snidely.

She looked suddenly heartbroken. I thought she might cry.

She muttered something under her breath.

"What?" I asked.

"You asked what I had to offer," she announced crisply, "and I said, 'I have a nice ass."'

I was taken aback. I couldn't have heard right. "What?" I said uncertainly.

"A nice ass," she answered unblinkingly. "And nice tits. And a hot box." She stood up. "Do you want to see?"

My cock was hard again.

She stood up, and pushed her hands under her skirt. Then she slowly eased her panties off, tossing them onto my desk.

"Oh my God," I muttered as she walked around to my side of the desk, standing almost directly over the spot her mom had occupied as she sucked my cock.

She sat on the desk in front of me and grabbed the hem of her skirt. Then as she laid back, she pulled her skirt up, past her creamy thighs and up around her waist. She then spread her legs wide. I gasped at the lovely sight of her shaved young cunt, only a narrow triangle of blond fuzz remaining above it.

"Do you want a taste?" she asked coyly.

In a split-second my face was buried in her snatch. I gave her a series of long strokes with my tongue relishing the feel of her clit hardening in response to my attention. She tasted amazing, sweep and tangy, and with a slight aftertaste of raspberry. In seconds her slit was a soggy mess. Using my fingers I spread her wide, working my tongue deep into the folds of hot flesh. She was quivering and growling at my touch. I sucked and tugged at her clit with my lips, and she responded by wrapping her legs around my head and jamming me against. I slid a finger inside her tight cunt and was amazed by hot and tight it was. Slowly, I finger-fucked her all the while tonguing her clit vigorously. It only took another few moments before she exploded in orgasm, her hips bouncing up and down and a barely stifled squeal escaping her lips. She went limp, and I knew I had to fuck this nubile creature.

I stood back up and opened her blouse and bra, exposing her beautiful breasts which looked especially hot spread out across her chest, and I slid her skirt down onto the floor. I then unzipped my pants and freed my cock. She looked up at me, anticipation evident in her big, blue eyes. She reach behind her knees and pulled her legs wide open.

"Fuck me," she mouthed needlessly.

I took a step forward and rubbed my cock head up and down her slit. She mewled softly and began pumping her hips. I aimed my cock at her opening and paused just for a second. Then with a brutal thrust I jammed myself into her to the hilt. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a surprised yelp. But rather than letting her get used to it, I started fucking her hard, pumping my cock in and out of her like a piston.

She felt absolutely amazing. I'd forgotten how hot and tight an 18-year-old cunt could be. I slammed into her with reckless abandon, and she was loving it, her pelvis was thrusting widely to meet my strokes, and her head was swaying back and forth in passion sending her long, blond hair arking over her head.

Having recently cum, I was ready for a good long fuck. I settled on a vigorous pace, loving the sight of my cock spearing her pretty muff over and over. Everything about her was exciting, from her tight cunt to the way she was holding her legs open for me to her wildly jiggling breasts to her soft, excited cries.

I reached down and grabbed her breasts, rolling her erect nipples between my fingers. She reacted by thrusting her hips wildly, and I realized I'd found her hot spot. I squeezing them more firmly, pinching her nipples in time with my strokes up her cunt making her mewl with pleasure. Encouraged I pinched and twisted them roughly. Ashley whimpered in pain, but at the same time I felt her cunt squeeze my rod tightly as she came again.

"Oh...God...oh...God," she moaned between strokes, her voice shaking as I pounded her into the desk. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me up the ass," she finally called out.

I was sure I was hearing things, but then she pulled her knees down to her chest, forcing my cock out of her pussy, and raising her ass until her tiny puckered hole became visible. Holding her legs down with one arm, she reached between her legs with her other hand. I watched in shock as she ran her finger from her cunt to the ass over and over using her natural lubrication to prepare her anus. In moments she was working her finger in and out of her ass easily.

I approached slowly. She reached out and grabbed my cock, pulling me close and twisting the head into her ass. It felt so tight, I couldn't believe it would fit, but then to my surprise the head suddenly popped in. She brought her hand back up to her legs.

"Fuck my ass," she moaned.

I decided to tease her a bit instead. While keeping my cock head pressed inside her ass I roughly jammed two fingers into her cunt while allowing my thumb to massage her clit. With the other hand, I roamed up her body, feeling her lean legs, and her stomach trembling with anticipation. I squeezed her nipples and then jammed a couple of fingers into her willing mouth. For a while I finger-fucked her cunt and mouth, getting her more and more excited until she was humping her ass forward in an effort to take my cock inside her.

She came again, and I took that as my cue. With a sudden thrust I slammed my cock up inside her. She cried out, but the fingers in her mouth conveniently muffled her sounds. I banged her roughly, using her ass like a cunt. I kept my fingers in her mouth to stifle her cries, ignoring any pain I was causing her as I enjoying the unbelievable tightness of her anus.

I couldn't last long, but up until the end I gave her long, deep strokes, filling her completely over and over. And then, like a dam bursting I came amidst a flurry of uncontrollable shuddering. The feel of my cum squeezed into her skin-tight hole was almost unbearable. And when Ashley came yet again moments after I did, I thanked my stars for the fuck of my life.

It was sort of anti-climactic after that. What do you say to someone who's basically a total stranger after you've just butt-fucked her? We both dressed quickly, she looking a little sheepish, me grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

I ushered her out of my office and returned her to her mom's custody. My eyes were immediately drawn to Jane's chest, and incredibly I felt my cock stir yet again. I imagined if I could get them both at the same time, but that didn't seem likely, so I just thanked them and sent them on their way.

I returned to my office and took out Ashley's file. The decision wasn't tough. Reject. She was a great piece of ass, but she just didn't have the grades.