Tami Beethoven

"Where did you get these, Babe?" he asked, checking how securely he was fastened. The bonds didn't hurt and yet he couldn't hope to get free.

"No concern of -- yours," Tami said, breathing a bit irregular, a product of her unquenched horniness. She hopped off the bed and left the room. Her words now came from somewhere distant. "All I -- think about now that I can't -- come is -- sex. I've been reading a lot on the internet. Did you know there are -- blogs by couples who -- make a diary of when they -- make love? And with pictures too . . ."

"I think a lot of those are made up," he said, twisting uneasily, looking down at his widely-spread legs, his half-hard dick arcing uncertainly down between them, the base obscured by his belly. He really should work out more. His belly was a little more convex than he wanted it to be.

"Possibly. But I'm sure a lot are real," Tami said, walking in with a little bag from which she got out a tube of lotion. She worked it onto her hands and then rubbed some onto his thighs. She worked down to his shins, and then worked some onto his feet. She separated his toes with her fingers. It felt good and Rod laid his head back and relaxed. Being given a massage by a beautiful naked woman. I can deal with that.

"I've bookmarked -- fifteen blogs that look -- real to me." Now she came up to lotion his chest. "I read them every day. It's hard to -- stay focused on classwork. Of course... not having to go to actual classes gives me more time."

"How do you work that? What about your grounds crew job? Your tutoring?"

"SHHHH!" Tami's eyes flashed in mock imperiousness. "Don't worry your pretty little head about such things!" He felt like giggling but he didn't.

"Ohh Babe!!" She was now tickling the base of his dick, and his balls, tracing her fingers around, the merest touch. His dick stiffened, hoisting up by stages with his heartbeat up to a 45-degree angle, and now she wrapped one hand around the lower part of the shaft and the other above it, leaving the big acorn of the glans. She squeezed to make the acorn bigger. Their eyes met. Then she flicked her tongue against that sensitive spot under the head, making his whole body jump, to the extent it could.

He strained his arms and legs uselessly against the cords. She held his dick in her hands for a moment more, tantalizingly breathed on it, then went back to rubbing in the lotion, this time around his ears, tapping his forehead, his nose. At the same time she reached around with her limber legs and traced her dexterous spread toes up and down his hip bones, reaching for his dick, then drawing back, reaching for it, then drawing back...

Then she ground her bare body against his, lying on him full length, her rock-hard nipples poking holes in his pectorals.

This torture had been going on for twenty minutes. His legs shook with frustration. "Please Babe... finish me off." He shut his eyes.

"Tonight, Mr. Rod Smithers Sykes has multiple orgasms," Tami said breathily. Then she flicked her tongue against his dick again, making it jump.

Now, silence. Where was she?

His eyes still shut, he whimpered, "P - please Babe... please..." In the back of his mind he knew this was pretty funny, but that did not ease his frustration.

After a few moments of excruciating silence, he opened his eyes.

Tami's face was six inches above his.

"Listen, Mack... do you want multiples, or not?"

He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

"You SAID you were jealous, right?"

He thought for a moment and nodded weakly.

"Well then," she said in a sudden soothing voice, caressing his face in her hands, "I've done a lot of reading about it. A LOT of reading. Listen then... Pretend I'm a majorette leading you."

He could identify with that, certainly. He decided that he could do what Tami was trying to achieve. He could follow Brigid, or follow Tami, anywhere faithfully.

"You have two ways to go," she said, fluttering her hands up and down his legs, barely touching them. "You can squirt, or hold onto your seed and go the other way. Breathe deep. Hold the squirt in."

"OHHH!" Tami was working her widely-open, engorged pussy lips right over the tip of his dick! Back and forth, back and forth, sawing wetly, just a tiny bit more each time. Rod felt the sap rising and breathed in and out furiously. Now his whole body tensed and was filled with a euphoric glow. He felt his fingers and toes spread. He was marching in his uniform, his fly open and his dick out and erect, feeling the cold air on it as it swung to and fro in front of him, watching the blotches and patches of redness on the bare skin of the white majorette in front of him, Frigid Brigid naked except for a little string passing across her waist and running into her butt, twirling and leading with the baton in her left hand. And now he was in his Jeep going up the mountain, brights on in a snowy night, then the lights illuminated a fork in the road, and instead of turning right over a cliff he turned left --

His body jumped up and spasmed! Then jerked up again! It was like any other orgasm except he felt no shooting, no emptying, except for a great clearing of the congestion in his pelvis, a great relief of all that pent-up tension...

As the spasms died down he opened his eyes. Tami was sitting between his thighs, watching his dick, bigger than he had ever seen it, leaping back and forth a few last times. A little river of clear wetness ran down the side.

He caught his breath. "Oh God..."

Tami cleared her throat. "Was that a real orgasm?"

"Oh Babe... That was the best!"

"Feel wrung out?"

"Oh man... yes..."

"Can you go again?"

Rod felt himself coming back to earth and realized something. "Yes, Babe, I can. I think, anyway." A strange feeling.

"OHHH!" Tami's lower lips once again worked their magic, sawing back and forth, back and forth... Again he was raised up the mountain, again he turned left... and again he spasmed and spasmed, even longer than the first time.

As he came down again he said "Oooh!" Tami was gently licking his nipples. A strange but pleasant sensation. His dick was still hard.

"W - what's that... wet stuff?"

"That's your pre-cum. That's why you're not getting what we white folks call blue balls."

"Oh... OHHHH!" Now she had his dick in her throat, sucking it. "Babe -- tchhkk -- p - please -- n - no - more -- TCHKKK! OHHH! Ohhhhhh..." Another turn to the left, this time without having to think about it --

. . . .

He sat at the kitchen table naked, in a fog, a big dumb smile on his face, his dick hanging between his legs as he hunched forward. He smelled the bacon and eggs and blinked and looked up.

Tami eyed him gaily as she forked the bacon out of the pan. "How about some burnt connective tissue?"

"Yum."

She brought the plate over to him with a halting gait. He felt sorry for her continued state of frustration but he was hungry.

"You are really devious, know that? Rod Sykes. Who would have suspected?"

He smiled again as he ate. She was referring to the blow job she had given him upon awakening. Last night, after coming who knows how many times, he had finally squirted down her throat, at her request. Then she had united him and he curled up to sleep right away. Then this morning she started sucking him again. He came without squirting. After which she said, "Come on, Baby, this time squirt." Then as he crested again he said, "Here it comes -- Babe!" She took him in deep, only to be greeted with a few drops of pre-cum. Half laughing, half pissed off, she had said, "Come on! You'll be late for work! Feed me, Baby! I'm hungry!" "OK, OK." A minute later he unloaded a generous serving of protein.

She had a laptop open near the toaster that she went to.

"Babe," he said, "I am so lucky. I love you love you love you."

She smiled and went over to him and kissed his shaved scalp. "I figured -- I only started having multiples -- when I was tied up -- in Lab 6 -- that would be the way for you to learn too."

"I wish I could get you off," he said, looking at her swollen pussy lips hanging out from her lush plum-colored forest. "I hate to see you suffer so."

"That's -- nothing," Tami said. "Now that I'm horny and -- coming... I can't imaginge how it must be... to be a man. Having that big dick hard, and with clothes! Rubbing against the pants all the time, rubbing, rubbing... I don't know how you guys control yourselves! Look at this..." She turned the laptop torward him. "This blog is called 'married and loving it'. This man says... 'Wifey had another good strong orgasm. That was number ten. I hadn't come in about two weeks so she told me it was my turn'... Two weeks! He keeps himself unsatisfied so that he can please his wife over and over. Rubbing against pants every minute of every day... Such -- unselfishness... Such -- love..."

Poor guy, Rod thought. Denying himself while bringing hi wife so much pleasure. Then he realized that Tami could have been talking about himself, up until last night.

"Of course..." She kissed his scalp again. "That's not something you have to deal with any more! I'm so proud of you!"

She was turning back to the frying pan but he held her hand. "Babe... I'm so lucky. You gave me the finest thing any stone fox can give a dude." He wasn't fond of using "pimp" slang from his youth but he wanted to sound different on such an occasion. "Wow."

"I wanted you to be able to come like I can."

"Wow," he blubbered. "I'm still wiped out."

She returned to the pan and made her own plate. "So was I, the first time. It's like a muscle you build up. In time, you can get taken up a lot of comes and then go on with your day."

He wanted to ask but, knowing how Tami hated quantification, hesitated. Tami read his mind. "You came eight times. About the same as me, when I started."

Rod looked down at his dick, semi-erect. Usually it was hard this time of morning. Well, it had gotten a workout.

"Next time, we work on other body parts. Your dick doesn't have to be hard. It's good you like having your nipples licked. Tonight we'll do more stuff."

Rod laughed. He couldn't help it and didn't know why he did it. But he laughed, a happy laugh. This morning he was just a giggling idiot.

Tami smiled, then before she sat down to eat, looked down at her lower hair and picked out a piece of napkin that had gotten stuck there, then fluffed it, as if it were a lush fake-fur coat, or a fine angora sweater.

When his laughter had died down, Rod said, "So what's going today, Babe?" He wondered how she would spend yet another day not being allowed on campus.

"Today... I heard Lorinda's back in the dorm. My next project is to tell her I'm sorry."

"Oh man... Do you think there's any chance? That dried up immature..."

"I have to try, don't I? Maybe she'll -- understand and drop the charges."

"Maybe pigs will fly."

"Like I said, I have to try. There's no downside."

"Yes there is. You can get caught by campus security. You're not supposed to be on campus."

Tami didn't answer, except to watch Rod finish his breakfast and then to say, "Now get some clothes on, you naked shameless stud."

Part 70

On this spring evening, around the dorms at Campbell - Frank College, the scent of newly risen flowers and fertile, moist earth mingled in the air with young voices from the open windows. From Pilgrim Hall, Rankin Hall, and the other dorms, students could be heard chatting, laughing, sometimes singing, music from CD's playing here and there. Mid-terms over, finals a long way away, an easy, carefree season.

In Pilgrim Hall, Room 207, Jeanette and Latosha, sociology majors and best buds, dawdled over their texts for tomorrow's little quiz, stockinged feet up on their desks, lazily lobbing questions at each other while interrupting themselves with what 19-year-old girls talk about, clothes, boys, hair, what's on TV, clothes, shoes, boys, clothes, what's on TV, hair, clothes, shoes, clothes...

Three years ago, on a night like this, a happy naked freshman girl held court in this same room, a room full of friends, her legs casually spread wide, her crotch full of depilation cream, with a little pink clit poking out the middle, a pink mountain poking up from creamy clouds, perking up and down as the girl laughed with her friends, at her jokey hints as to her opinion of the hugeness of her boyfriend's penis.

Tonight, way down below Jeanette and Latosha, a more tanned, older, somewhat more muscular nude crouched furtively and illegally behind a bush, her toes sinking into the moist soil, trespassing and subject to arrest, waiting for the coast to clear. When no one seemed to be on the paths, she took a quick look at the ledges and cornices above her and then leapt up like a cat, scaling the side of the dorm, fingers and toes curling around each brick, sticking into each crevice, thighs and knees and rough browned nipples scraping against the masonry, tacking to the right, then to the left, her tight gluteals rippling... then up to one side of Jeanette and Latosha as they traded ideas as to their summer wardrobe, then up past them, approaching the window of Room 313.

Somehow Celine, studying in her jeans and T-shirt, was not startled by the tapping on the window. She had long thought she was psychic, and maybe she was. She got up from her desk and leaned over and saw the face of Tami Smithers, eyes and forehead partly obscured by the mussed plum-colored hair. Quite impressed, she craned her neck and noted the trim butt cheeks, then lower down the dexterous bare feet grabbing the two widely separated ledges.

Celine looked around the paths, and saw no one was around. This unusual and intelligent girl turned the handle on the old- fashioned wrought-iron window and it creaked open. A bare foot, the sole smeared with wet dirt, thrust in incongruously over the sill, the toes flexing and spreading in a strange sign language as their limber owner worked her way in. Clutching fingers appeared above on the door jamb, and in a moment Tami Smithers, only a little winded, stood her naked self upright in front of Lorinda's roommate, her chest stuck out, nipples erect as always, bare feet well apart, concave tummy undulating with her breathing.

Without having to speak they looked over at Lorinda, asleep in her bed on the other side of the room.

"You have a lot of courage," Celine said.

"Please don't tell anyone," Tami said.

"You're OK with me. And with every girl on this wing. What you did wasn't right but with all the shit you've gone through they should have gone easier on you." They looked at the injured girl, her jaw wired shut, slumbering in pink pajamas, under a fluffy green comforter.

"If you've come to apologize, or get her to drop the charges," Celine said, "even if she was awake, you'd be taking a huge risk. You're taking a huge risk anyway. You're not supposed to be on campus and she's sure to report you." They looked at Lorinda's regular breathing. "Not that she'll wake up."

"How is she doing?"

"She's back at class but she's always a little doped up. So she's not quite her usual snotnose self. And when she comes in at night, she takes the strong stuff. Tylenol IV."

Tami suddenly noticed her dirty feet. "Oh sorry." She tiptoed ridiculously to the doorway and rubbed her soles on the mat there.

When they got back to regarding the sleeping roommate, Celine said, "She's out cold, Tam. She can't hear us. You might as well go... Caroline has a car, she can take you home. We'll sneak you down the back way so campus security won't see you." She picked up her bag and started to put on a sweater. "I have to go tutor someone now anyway."

Tami thought for a moment. "Can I just sit with her?"

Celine shrugged. "You can stay if you want. Suit yourself. I'll tell Caroline you're here, if you need her. Room 309."

As Celine was about to open the door she turned and pensively drank in the tanned form of one of the most beautiful female bodies in the world. Celine had the gift of eloquent speech and now she used it.

"Strange, isn't it? By rights it's she who should be apologizing to you, for all the abuse she heaped on you all that time. As her roommate I've seen more of it than anyone. Four years of constant teasing and humiliation, her seeing every inch of you, into the depths of your embarrassment, you having to look into her eyes as you went through all those unwanted orgasms as a freshman. And then the teasing and abuse went on and on, all through your undergrad lives, hers and yours. Tami, forced to be naked, freezing your bare butt off, teased; Lorinda, all protected by clothes and shoes, the tormentor.

"And now, at the very end, your graduating from this school, your career -- all depends on whether SHE will forgive YOU." Celine put on her knit cap and left.

Tami turned off the overhead light, leaving just the nightlight on. In the semi-darkness she sat down cross-legged on the fluffy rug. After a moment she looked up and said, "It's just you and me now... Lorinda? Lorinda? Can you hear me?"

She bent forward as if to shake her awake, then changed her mind.

"Well if you can't hear me, I can say anything, can't I..."

She stretched her toes out and wiped a speck of mud off the third toe of her right foot. "Sorry for dirtying up your carpet... I gotta do my toes. I suppose it's coming up on pedicure season for everyone, now. For me, it's always pedicure season. I'll stay with the plum... it goes well with snow."

A little mordant grunt. "Weird. Wirklich, as they say in German. I'm in this dorm room surrounded by clothes and shoes. It sounds strange to talk about toes in the snow. But it's my life. At least until tomorrow, when we do the big... status orgasmus project, and I get clothes again." She shut her eyes and hugged her knees to her chest. "Clothes, clothes, clothes. I love being naked but it would be so good to be like everyone else. I remember in California, at that awful art gallery, when I was stretched out and freezing and Henry Ross --" a half- serious noise of spitting on the floor at the mention of this name -- "he finally got me to confess that I wasn't really a nudist, I was crying and panicky and freezing and shaking, and I begged him... I didn't beg for clothes, I begged just to be normal. That's what I am, really. A normal girl with a good heart, and I love and want to be loved in return. Just like anyone else."

She stood up. "I'm not really a nudist, you know. It was all a pose. I was a phony. I went on a stupid streaking dare the first week and got caught. I told security that nudity was my religion. The idea just popped into my head. It was a lie, I was being a coward. I was just a kid then. But then Jorgon, remember him, told me that if it was my religion then I had to follow it." She laughed. "So now you know. Crazy, right? Like some sex story you read on the internet."

She looked over at the long mirror that all dorm doors had on the inside. "Being naked is great though. Everyone should be that way. It's like you feel everything, so much more. Once you get over the shame. Being clothed seems like living with a blindfold on. And you can pick up things, like the change of weather, tiny changes in temperature... I can even 'smell' girls' perfume with my skin. Don't ask me to explain it." She cupped her breasts and looked down at her nipples. "I can even tell when people are thinking, sometimes. I'd hate to lose that. So after tomorrow, when I put on clothes, I'll still be naked at home, on weekends, any chance I get."

She looked at her reflection and playfully brought her arms up to a flexing-biceps pose. "Quite a bod, won't you say? Look at my waist, it's tiny! Every girl on campus wants this bod, most of the women professors too." She turned this way and that. "I'm not modest at all about it. All that grounds crew work, and being out in the sun all the time..."