Why Girls Like Horses Ch. 13

Chapter Thirteen: Study Buddies

They shared the same name, the same hometown, and the same dorm room even. They shared a lot of things over the years, but they had never shared a cock.

This was, of course, about to change.

Lauren Young and Lauren Wilson, the two hottest girls the class, and they were partnered with him. Everyone in the class knew them. Everyone wanted them, even women. They were just perfect like that. He envied them for how much they stuck out, how much attention they drew, and how they seemed to bask in it rather than wilt.

He didn't care for attention. It didn't suit him. When he gave speeches he seemed to sink in, to collapse and invert. When not propelled before a less than adoring audience he kept to the back of the room. He didn't participate in classes, but he always set the curve.

After class they approached him, arms linked, and he stared in a stupor. Lauren Young was the classic beauty. She had green, almond eyes, a sophisticated laugh, and a smooth, smoky sort of voice. Her hair was long, brown, straight, and her face was accentuated by a beauty mark.

She was the type of girl you made love to, the girl you married.

Lauren Wilson was the blonde bombshell. She was fit and curvy, with a wild shock of blonde hair atop her head that seemed perpetually messy. Dark blue eyes peeked out from behind unkempt bangs, a stud pierced her cute, upturn nose, and a ring was in her full, pink bottom lip. She was heavier than Young, but she wore the weight in curves.

She was the girl you fucked and showed off to your friends.

"You're in our group, right," Wilson said with a big, friendly smile.

He nodded.

"Cool, cool, I'm Lauren," she said, holding out her hand. He shook it weakly. "This over here is..."

"Lauren," she said. "You can call me Lauren Y. or Young, if you'd like, so it'll be easier."

"And call me Wilson, if you want," Wilson said. "So, what's your name?"

He told them.

"That sounds familiar. Wait, aren't you the one who the teacher always uses as an example in class?"

He admitted shamefully that he was, and that he had asked her a few times not to. They laughed, which surprised him, and he wondered if they were laughing for any particular reason.

"Well, that gives me hope. I mean, don't get me wrong, Lauren here is super smart, but I'm dumber than a brick. Having two of you brainiacs might be enough to keep her perfect grade."

Young laughed. "With him we might even be able to save yours."

"I like how you think, girly. So, anyway, when would you like to meet and do that study thing?"

He told them his schedule, and together they set a time later in the week to meet at the library. They offered to study in their dorm room, but he preferred the library. It was like home to him.

"Okay, you two bring your brains, and I'll bring snacks," Wilson said, and she laughed in a loud, joyous manner. He laughed, too. She just seemed to pull it out of him.

He hadn't really been expecting them to show up and had quite the anxiety fit when they did. They looked, as usual, beautiful. Lauren Wilson, in particular, did not dress for a study party, and he feared that her exposed cleavage would be quite the distraction.

Together they find a private study room-one in the farthest back-and set out to find study material. Upon their insistence, he divvied up the work load and set them to task to find books. Of course, he managed to find everything he was looking for quickly. He knew the library not like the back of his hand but better than. Young, too, seemed to have a firm grasp of the catalog and quickly returned with a stack of books her own. Wilson, on the other hand, returned with one book only vaguely related to the subject and looking a tiny bit aggravated.

"That's all," Young said. She flipped the book about in her hand. "Come on, there's got to be more out there. Something without pictures, maybe?"

Wilson sulked in her chair. "Find it yourself, then, I'm done. This place is like a maze."

"Oh, you're being a big baby. I didn't have trouble finding anything."

"You got the easy subject."

"He didn't have any trouble, either."

Wilson looked between the two of them and then threw up her arms in a fit of rage. "Fine, I'm dumb, I admit it! Happy?"

"I never said that."

"No, you did everything but!...Say it, that is, you did everything but say it. You...what's the word..."

Implied, he offered.

"Right! You implied it."

"I did no such thing. You're just sensitive."

Wilson rolled her eyes and slouched back in her chair. "Whatever."

Young sighed. "I'll help you look, if you want. I could show you how the catalog works."

"No, thank you, I don't think I could handle all of your..."

"Implications," Young said.

"You know, it just sounds rude when you do that."

"Okay, how about he shows you how to do it? That way we still get the material we need but you don't have to feel so self-conscious."

"I'm not self-conscious. I'm just not stupid, is all." Wilson looked him over and shrugged. "Uh, do you mind helping me out?"

Looking flummoxed, he agreed to it and showed her out. On the way Wilson blew Young a raspberry. Young, keeping her calm, tucked a stray hair behind her left ear and said, "Good luck."

So, he and Wilson went out into the library to find her a book. Together, they looked through the catalogue and found a few sources for them to pull from. Going from point to point, they collected a couple texts, which she graciously offered to carry. Her arms were stronger than he had assumed, and he couldn't help but stare.

When they made it to the last book he offered to go up and get it. After finding a rolling ladder he pulled it into place and climbed all the way up. She stood behind him patiently, looking through the books on the other shelf.

"Thanks for helping me, and I'm sorry you were put in the middle of that. Sometimes she's just mean and...Like, she thinks she's better, you know?"

He assured her that he understood and left it at that.

"You know, I like you," Wilson said thoughtfully from behind him. "You're quiet, but you're nice."

He made sure to thank her while reaching for the book. Even with the ladder he was having trouble reaching it.

"You okay? I think I'm a bit taller, maybe I could..."

He said he had it, but that didn't keep her from crawling up onto the ladder. He told her that wasn't safe.

"Oh my god! Is that your cock?"

He froze in place, his fingers grazing the book's spine. Looking down, he saw that she was indeed face to face with his crotch, and she was staring at it. Clinically, he knew his penis was above average, but that never gave him confidence with women. Her words, while rather arousing, only served to make him feel more anxious.

He apologized quickly and grabbed the book. Without thinking, he stepped forward into her, pressing his dick against her cheek, and then they went tumbling. They landed hard on the floor, him atop her, sitting on her face.

Nearly shouting an apology, he quickly scrambled off of her. She remained stationary, prone and dazed for a few moments. When she saw up she was grinning, even laughing.

"Well, now I see what you were doing. Normally, guy's just ask me out, but I guess this works," she said while getting on fours and crawling toward him. Her breasts hung and swayed distractingly.

He asked her what she was talking about.

"You wanted to get me alone and...Well, we both know what you want," she said.

He hadn't the faintest clue and made that known.

She crawled up between his spread legs and put her hand to his crotch. "Oh, like you didn't plan this. With that big brain of yours, you probably had it all planned. You're a real...Er...Planner."

Strategist, he croaked. She was rubbing his dick through his pants.

"Thank you," she purred. "Seems you're brain isn't the only thing big about you," she sized.

For a moment he tried, through a sea of stammers, to explain how the size of an organ doesn't necessarily indicate power. This made her laugh.

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about size," she said while undoing his jeans. When she pulled him out he was steel hard and drooling pre-cum. She gasped, smiled, and grasped him with both hands in that order. Then she said, "I might have to worry a bit, though."

Thus, there they were, her between his legs, and him clutching a book to his chest like a security blanket. He would forever remember that day as the first time a woman touched his cock, and all he could think was how embarrassing it would be to cum right in her face.

Then she stroked him, and from there his thoughts became jumbled. He wondered what would happen if they got caught. Then he wondered how Lauren Wilson would react to them being caught. Then he wondered how Lauren Young would react if she was the one catching them. That led to a strange, wonderful little fantasy where both women were stroking his cock, which in turn lead to an orgasm.

Lauren Wilson was surprised when he erupted all over her with astounding flourish. His orgasms were, to say the least, plentiful. He always came a lot. It was never something that brought him shame, but it was something that could be inconvenient. After all, who wanted to clean up a huge mess after they spent all of that time masturbating?

Wilson was caught off guard by the volume. One minute she was stroking him, the next he was shooting cum everywhere. She caught most of it with her face. Only a few stray ribbons hit her elsewhere and mostly on her breasts. She blinked in surprise when he had finished, and she looked at him.

"Holy shit..."

He apologized profusely and nearly cried until she waved her hands and shook her head.

"No, no, you don't have to say sorry. Seriously, I'm just impressed is all. I mean, look at this," she said, and she pulled her shirt from her body to indicate what this was. Then she reached out and grabbed him again. "And look at that, you're still hard."

Uncertainly, he explained to her that he was very turned on by her, and that is why he came so quickly. That made her smile.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

He nodded somewhat shamefully.

"Let me tell you, if girls knew what you were hiding in there..." She shook her head almost sadly. "It's a shame this has been put off for so long."

He asked her what she is talking about.

"Today we're going to fix you," she said, and she stood and removed her pants. The sight was glorious, better than any porno could describe. She had shapely, wondrous legs that seemed to go on forever and an ass round as a globe. Her underwear was the type that hugged her vagina, and from what he could tell she seemed very wet. "Today, you're getting fucked!"

Now, that was rather unexpected, but it wasn't something he would complain about. He always dreamed that his first time would be with someone like Lauren Wilson, he just never figured that it would actually be with someone like Lauren Wilson. Still, he didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when that gift horse was stepping out of its thong.

She grabbed his dick again and ran her hand up and down it a few times. "I hope this thing doesn't break me. I'm pretty wet though."

He apologized for something, but he wasn't sure what, and she laughed about it.

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault you're so big, and if it is then you should share your secret with the rest of the guys in the world. It'd make men and women get along a whole lot better," she confided as she lined it up and lowered herself onto him. "Fuck, you're so thick...!"

Suddenly a thought struck him. Reluctantly, he tried to push her from his cock and started saying something about getting her pregnant. She simply pinned him to the ground with her superior strength and pushed herself down on more of his cock.

"Fuck...Ugh...I'm on the pill," she said, and that was enough for him. The warmth of her pussy was enveloping his dick, and it was so different, and so wonderful, that he couldn't bring himself to worry about anything else. Life was good and getting better according to him.

This time he focused on lasting. He didn't want to be a minute man, and while his previous display only seemed to arouse her, he was certain that a repeat performance would leave her less enthused.

She moved slowly on him, working her way down his cock. The way she grunted and paced herself made it seem almost like she didn't enjoy it. He worried about her, especially when she hit the base of his cock and seemed to go catatonic. She just sat there, mouth agape, staring off into space.

He asked if she was okay. She didn't respond, so he shook her. Lasting wouldn't be much of a problem if she passed on his dick, he decided.

Then her focus came back. She smiled down at him in a way that can only be described as lustful. Her breaths were ragged pants barely able to escape. "Am I okay," she repeated in a sultry purr. "Am I okay? I'm stuffed fucking full, and it's great. You're giant! I love it!" To punctuate this she lifted up and slammed down on his cock.

The way her breasts bounced as she rode him was mesmerizing. He couldn't take his eyes off of her heaving chest, especially after one breast spilled out of her low-cut top. Her nipples were bright red, quite long, and very hard.

She saw him staring and smiled. Righting herself, she took him to the base and gently gyrated on his sizable manhood. Then she cupped her breasts, as if in offering, and said, "Like what you see, big boy?"

He mumbled something of an affirmative.

"Then go ahead and give them a kiss," she said, and she leaned forward and plugged his mouth with one sensitive nipple. He knew the nipple was sensitive because as soon as he started sucking she became far more vocal, something that would have worried him were he able to get his mind beyond awe at finally having sex.

"Fuck, you're so fucking good," she said, and he didn't feel it was true but he liked hearing it. Experimentally, he grabbed her shapely ass and started pulling her into him. She liked this, and clutched his head to her breast while whispering, "Yes, finally, fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock!"

He clumsily obliged, thrusting up whenever he could and pulling her into him with unabashed need. At some point he switched to the other nipple, and then at another point she started kissing him and cooing into his mouth.

"Oh...Fuck, I'm coming. I'm coming on your big cock! God!"

He felt her tightened, a silken vice around him, and he couldn't hold out anymore. The simple knowledge that he made her cum was enough to bring him to orgasm. Feeling it was the cherry on top. He wrapped his arms around her midsection, buried his face into her cleavage, and he held her tightly while they rode out their mutual orgasms.

The orgasm he had before was nothing compared to the force and fury of the one he had inside of her. He felt himself pumping enormously, flooding her young body with a literal deluge. She quivered and murmured while waiting it out.

"You're coming so much...I can feel it all in me...So much," she whispered while hugging him back. She patted his hair. "You feel so good," she said.

Once he finished they separated, and she quickly slipped her panties on. Pulling her pants up, she shimmied a bit. "I feel it shaking around inside of me. You cum in gallons," she said.

He apologized while doing up his pants.

"No need to apologize. I mean, it's kind of hot if you think about it." She shrugged. "Not sure why. Anyway, I'm sure Lauren is worried about us. Let's get these books together and head back." She said this while tucking away her breasts.

He grabbed their things and then hesitated. Stammering, he asked if she wanted to freshen up, and she laughed.

"Hon, it's fine. This isn't the first time I've taken a stranger somewhere private and done something like this," she said with impish delight. "Though, it may be the last."

He asked her what she meant.

"I mean that with a cock like yours I think I may become a one man kind of woman." After she said this she winked.

The return wasn't too awkward. Lauren Wilson was completely cool, and when asked what took them so long played it off like they had trouble finding the books. He, on the other hand, almost let it slip immediately. After this small incident he quickly learned to let her do the talking for the both of them.

After studying Wilson and Young returned home to their dormitory. Wilson went for a quick shower as soon as stepping in, which made her roommate and best friend all the more suspicious. When Lauren Wilson came out nearly an hour later Young followed her to the room.

"So," Young said.

"So," Wilson responded while looking through her dirty laundry. She had her towel half-wrapped around her body and was still dripping water everywhere.

"It took you guys that long to find your books."

"Yup, I guess it's not as easy as you thought."

"Yeah," Young said disbelievingly.

Wilson pulled a bra from the floor and dropped her towel. She looked up at Young while slipping it on. "What, you think I slept with him?"

"No, I don't think any sleeping took place."

"Hardy-har."

"I'm just saying, you two were gone an awful long time."

"Okay, fine, we slept together, he has a huge cock, like this long, and it was the best," Wilson said irritably. "Like, seriously, he broke my pussy and it doesn't work right anymore."

Young rolled her eyes. "Seriously, do you have to be so defensive?"

Wilson grabbed some panties from the floor and sniffed them. Grimacing, she tossed them back down. "I'm not being defensive or anything like that. You never trust me."

"Because this is so totally out of character for you," Young retorted.

"I'm not some sort of whore," Wilson snapped, and she found a relatively clean pair of panties to yank on. Young gave her a dead stare. "Well, okay, fine, I get around, but I don't sleep with nerds."

Young sighed. "Fair enough," she said. "Sorry I assumed."

"...Sorry I got defensive or whatever." She slipped on a dress and said, "Listen, I'm totally starved. You want to go grab something to eat. My treat!"

"Sure," Young said.

Over the week that followed Lauren Wilson always found reasons to be alone with him. She always needed to find a new book, or she always forgot something at the apartment, or she wanted to talk privately with him. Sometimes she couldn't even wait until their study times and would find a nice, private place for them to fuck.

He was getting better. Each time he lasted longer and moved more. Over the course of a week it was less about her riding him and more about him fucking her, and she loved it. The more they fucked, the more determined she became to keep his cock in her life. After him a normal guy just wouldn't cut it.

There was a problem though, one which the happy couple hadn't considered. The more they left Lauren Young alone, the more suspicious she became. Even worse, the bitterer she was, and as it became increasingly clear they were ditching her for nefarious acts, the more determined she became to call them out. She was a prudent sort of girl though, and wanted to gather evidence before doing anything of the sort.

That is what led to this moment: Young found them together, coupling in a secluded corner of the library. She had followed them on one of their book runs. They were in such a hurry that she went unnoticed, even as they undressed and started fucking.

Young was in shock, not necessarily at their behavior, but at him. His cock was enormous, and Wilson seemed to love it. Before they fucked she kneeled down at gave him the deepest, most loving blowjob Young had ever seen. Then, Wilson got on her hands and knees, and he fucked her expertly.

The sight of it made Young so wet and horny that she almost masturbated right there. She was stunned by it, both by the betrayal and the debauchery. They could be caught at any moment, and so could she. Yet, neither party stopped. They fucked shamelessly, and she watched in shame.