"Mmmmmm," Barbara moaned. "Yes, Tommy. Yes!"

The young coed was beginning to get used to Tommy's unique approach to lovemaking. When they had first entered her room, she had wanted to fuck with him as soon as possible. Ever since she found out that he had a crush on her, she wanted to get him alone and find out if it was true what all the girls said. Did Tommy Bradshaw really have the biggest cock around? And did he really know how to please a woman thoroughly? Barbara had been dying to find out all week.

Her roommate, Judy, had once had the opportunity to fuck Tommy after a drunken homecoming celebration. Judy told Barbara that she had never fucked anyone so wonderful before, and Judy had fucked quite a few men and boys-including some of her college professors. But Barbara never believed Judy. She was beginning to, however, the more Tommy sucked on her wet pussy. He really knew what he was doing, touching all the right places. Most men Barbara knew were terrible pussy-eaters. They never managed to find her clit, and she was unsatisfied more often than not. There was nothing more frustrating for her than a man sucking on her cunt who didn't know what he was doing. She heard once that in India the women taught their daughters how to fuck. And Barbara always thought it would be a good idea for American men to teach their sons how to fuck. Or at least, how to eat pussy.

From the way Tommy was going at it, Barbara thought that he must have had a good instructor somewhere along the way. He knew just the way to stimulate Barbara's clitoris, by flicking his tongue as fast as he could over her hard little love-bud. That was what really got Barbara off.

"Yes!" she cried out. "Oh, Tommy. That feels so good. Ohhhh, faster. Faster!"

While the muscular football player worked away between her legs, Barbara gripped the sides of his head and held him in place. He still had a grip on her cunt-flaps, holding them spread apart, but that just made it easier for her to push him deeper into her moist pussy.