Episode 12: BOuLDER, Daaaamn!

The University of Colorado! Boulder! Campus Library! Check it out.

“Here goes. Forty minutes on the cock-- I mean clock! Apache on a vision quest.” Stacy Puma laughed with her online audience while focusing her webcam on the greater expanse of the library. Gently nervous she stood up and began her journey. Braving the wide-open spaces.

Her stroll was innocent at first to examine the new eyes upon her. Everyone in sight was smiling and offering either thumbs up or blushes. Nobody was feeling offended. Not even the females. Fratboy stud Brock, like her loyal follower Xander did in Denver took the initiative to keep her safe. She loved the fact that so many guys were willing to assist her. Ulterior motives for sure. Still, whatever helped make her shows badass. Hornier the bolder she told herself. They as much as her! That was a given!

Brock casually walked around the library keeping an eye on the elderly librarian. Choosing to bring in some necessary help, just in case made sense. He knew one of the girls studying at a table pretty well. Approaching the lovely Latina Deena Montoya, he asked her to go keep the librarian company. Aware of Stacy she agreed to prevent campus security or the local cops being called. She easily agreed to keep his attention away from the room.

For everyone else, watching Stacy was fucking amazing. She was going from table to table shaking hands, letting strange guys rub her butt, even choosing to sit in a girl’s lap. That led to a brief kiss. The girl turned beet red but was more than willing. So much fun! The guys around them marveled at their bisexual behavior. Every man’s fantasy was to see two women go at it. Fingers crossed there might be more.

Standing, Stacy fluttered her fingers toward her webcam to let them know she was still with them, her promotional tour then switching to another table. Bending over the table she let newer associates rub her behind again, both boys and girls. Each having a turn Stacy rotated around to sit up on top of the table. Lying back, she touched her clit for a motivated show of surprise. Every guy there was looking around with enthusiasm. Beguiling a targeted boy with devilish eyes Stacy utilized her left foot, reaching over his lap and up to his shoulders to trail her toes along his neckline and earlobe. All while her right hand massaged her clitoris, left hand squeezing her breast. The man in response reached his hands around to caress her legs. One hand on each. As he does Stacy tilted her gaze toward her webcam and flicked her tongue at the distant viewers.

Brock noticed her insistence upon letting her paying customers in on her every move. Leaning on the same table as she was stretched out on with his arms folded Brock whispered down at her.

“Want us to man your online audience? That way you can have total freedom?”

Stacy whimpered as her massaging fingers carefully dipped within her soaked vulva while looking up at Brock, “If you want. Go over and type next two challengers. The first two that pop up and say Obey Me Slut can tell you what they want me to do. Come back and tell me.”

“Anything for you Kittycat.” He winked then stepped away. His trek led to sitting down in front of the laptop. Only his shoulder in the cam.

“She says next two challengers can speak up.”

Metalhead44 is first, “Get four of your buddies to lift her up and carry her around the room like a Queen. Tell her to masturbate while they do.”

Brock chuckled, nodding over that being an excellent choice. “Hell yeah!” He typed into the room, “Hold on!”

The second challenger Grogbelcher typed, “Tell that slut to start fucking you guys. I want to see some rough ass Doggy.” Huffing Brock watched as others added input. They wanted close-ups, that were not so far away. Those who had witnessed her shows before had been spoiled by her actions.

Brock looked over the charging cord and took the risk of disconnection. Luckily the Wi-Fi kept the cam in action. Picking up the device he carried it with him after looking around for safety. Reaching Stacy, he showed her the messages then primed her webcam on her face as she reads. Her eyes began to sparkle at their lustful expectations. With a wink and a lizard-like flick of her tongue she looked up at Brock. “Cleopatra’s ready for her ride.”

“Awesome!” Brock decided to handle her laptop a bit longer. Calling over his friends Corky, Drew, Shawn, and Grant, he filled them in. From there they motioned Stacy to stand up. Sliding from her masseuse’s still caressing hands she kissed him on the cheek and stepped out into the open. Hands high above her as Brock shined the cam over her beautiful body, she was ready to get this boulder rolling. Drew and Corky claimed her arms and shoulders while Shawn and Grant crouched to lift her up by her legs. Hauled upward over their shoulders she was stretched out, maneuvering to free her arms up so that the guys could support her pretty easily. Shoulderblades over their shoulders, their hands held her upper body via back and waistline.

Offering a brief expression of playful awe toward the camera as Brock circled around her like a vulture in heat Stacy reached between her legs. Brock playing Director, he motioned Grant and Shawn to pry her legs wider. Her brilliantly poised thighs revealing a juicy gaping twat Stacy knuckled her cunt for her viewership.

Calling help to his side to hold the laptop temporarily, a grad student granted Brock his wish. Taking advantage, Brock panned the cam on his own face then shows the audience two fingers. He then turned their attention back upon her pussy. Nudging his own fingers inside her vagina directly competing beside hers he showed them just how wet Stacy Puma was. Juices were squirting all around their unified insertions.

Her other hand’s fingers slithered above his insertion to vigorously massage her clit. All around them everyone silently applauded and watched the show. A girl jumping up to step next to Brock on his right had an unspoken request.

Pausing to eye the blond beauty wearing glasses Brock read her mind and removed his fingers. Stepping back to only control the webcam he let the blond replace him. A soft whispered, “Hi! I love you.” Her fingers rose up to enter Stacy. Grant and Shawn knelt lower lo give the short girl more space to work with. Lightly moaning Stacy abandoned her own fingering and pried her labium wide then pointed at her clit with both pinky’s. The girl took the hint and began flicking her tongue along Stacy’s exposed pearl. The sensations were so intense that Stacy arched her back, pressing down on her upper body support, her helpers adjusting to her squirms.

After a few moments the blond giggled and stopped. Stepping out and making the trip around Drew to reach Stacy’s face. The blond demanded a kiss of her own. Stacy captured on cam with intensity devoured the blondes’ lips. A full minute before parting the girl swooned and both of them shared a cheek-to-cheek wink at her viewers. “Thank you! Can i have your number?” A definitely Stacy told her to wait until after the show. Understood the girl wiggled off camera.

“Let’s prowl Frat Cats.” Stacy giggled toward Drew and Corky. The four men carried her around the room offering every guy there a chance to lick her pussy. Only 6 committed without question, two exploring deep up inside her vulva. She merely fingered herself otherwise.

Eying the librarian talking to Brock’s flirtatious friend Deena, Stacy had inspiration. She patted Drew on the neck, “Take me closer to the librarian. Shhhhh!” Librarian joke!

Calling her crazy the four moved in behind the male librarian Everett Turnbull. Deena in panic mode jabbered away asking him all sorts of questions about himself. This gave the Frat Cats a chance to position Stacy with her twat facing the man’s back. Her head tilting backwards to face Brock, she let him pan over her whole body as she fingered her pussy, left hand squeezing her tit. Her eyes did their best to go without blinking, giving her online audience an innocent appearance. She just knew all of them were jerking off.

Stacy was so wet that her fingers could be heard sloshing in and out of her pussy. So noisy that the guys all clenched their teeth fearing Everett turning around. Deena had resorted to showing Everett her chest tattoos to keep his focus. That meant unbuttoning her blouse to give him a massive cleavage shot.

Brock laughed under his breath and captured even Deenaa’s show. As Stacy began huffing and looking at Brock with a brewing intensity, he nudged the guys to take her back into the bigger room. Well-hidden they let Stacy cum in a shrill whine. It was beautiful! Brock had managed to capture her milky cum trickling around her fingers. A round of loud coughing sounds masked her vocal recital.

Resting her down on her feet Drew and Corky held her steady. Patting the boys for a job well done she eyed Brock. There were two requests and only one was performed to perfection. Pulling from Drew and Corky’s embrace she stalked Brock. He noted her hunger and greedily passed the laptop and web camera to his friend Andy. Andy taking over with the webcam captured Stacy dragging Brock by the front of his shirt out into the open.

Right where the librarian could easily see them if he looked back, she faced Brock then tugged his t-shirt up over his head tossing it aside.

“Let’s see how big of balls you have Frat Boy.” She whispers. “Part two of those requests includes you.”

Crouching in front of him she began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. He had kicked his shoes off and allowed her to guide his jeans down to his ankles. He alone removed them with his feet. Kneeling there she rips his briefs down in front of everyone, a beefy seven-inch pecker popping up to wag. The girls in the room quietly switched seats for a better view of Brock. Stud muffin!