Her female friends at Wilbury College would have done anything to avoid the epithet, but Kali didn’t mind it. In fact, she embraced the label. She loved the sense of power it gave her, loved being in control. Truth be told, teasing cock also made her horny as hell, but no one else needed to know that. And if she had to take care of her own needs afterwards, well, that was a small price to pay for putting the little pricks in their places.

Take last Saturday, for example. She picked up a freshman at a campus dance and, after doing the bump-and-grind for the better part of an hour, invited him back to her room. She could see by the expression on his face that he thought he’d won the lottery—that he was already imagining how he would brag to his friends the next day that he’d bedded a hot senior. She had to stifle a smile as she unlocked the door to her room.

Once inside, she’d let him undo her bra and feel her up. Then she’d taken off her capris and held his hand against her crotch for a moment to show him how wet she was. And after urging him to take off his jeans and boxers, she’d also played with his balls for a minute and brushed his cock lightly with her fingers.

And then, when she was sure his balls were aching and his cock was throbbing, she’d let him have it.

“You know, I’m feeling pretty tired,” she’d said abruptly, giving his cock a final squeeze before letting it drop. “You’d better leave now.”

“What?”

The expression on their faces was always the same and always priceless: a combination of shock, dismay, and bewilderment. This one’s mouth hung open like that of a befuddled cartoon character.

“I’m going to bed,” she’d continued, all-business now, “so put on your boxers and hit the road.”

“But. . .”

Before he could protest further, she’d had him dressed and was bundling him out of the room. As she closed the door, Kali noticed that his erection was making an unsightly bulge in his pants.

“I bet he stumbled into the nearest bathroom and whacked off in a stall,” she told a friend the next day while regaling her with the story of her latest victim.

“I don’t know, Kali,” Liz had said, shaking her head. “It seems kind of mean.”

Kali waved a hand dismissively. “They’re only getting what they deserve.”

Kali hadn’t always been a cock-tease. During her last two years of high school and first semester at Wilbury, she’d had her fair share of cock, as she liked to put it. But then she’d had a series of experiences that left an indelible impression on her.

On three different occasions as a freshman, she’d had sex with male students who seemed like genuinely nice guys. They’d told her how much they liked her and swore they were looking for more than a one-time hookup. And on all three occasions these seemingly nice guys had stopped talking to her the day after they fucked her.

She’d been upset at first—had even cried on more than one occasion. But the more she thought about these incidents, the angrier she got. Kali had never been one to take defeat lying down. She was determined to get her revenge. And as she contemplated what these three guys had done to her, she got an idea. She was going to turn the tables on them.

And she did. Over the next three years she left so many guys high and dry that she lost count of the number. Sometimes she imagined a chart with tiny images of erect penises to represent each of her conquests and laughed out loud.

The dance had already been going for an hour when Kali arrived with her friends Liz and Ellie. They’d had a couple of beers back in the dorm, and she was feeling a mild but pleasant buzz. She immediately began to scan the dance floor for her next victim.

“Hey, Kali, that guy’s staring at you,” Liz said.

Kali turned her head in the direction Liz was looking. It took her a moment to locate the guy on the other side of the dance floor, but when she did her stomach gave a little flip. He was tall with broad shoulders, curly black hair, and dark, penetrating eyes. And he was, indeed, staring at her.

“Have either of you seen this guy before?” Kali asked, holding his gaze in a meaningful way before turning back to her friends.

“He’s in one of my classes,” Ellie replied. “He’s a junior named Jason Wolfe. He transferred to Wilbury at the start of the semester.”

“I may have to give him a special welcome,” Kali said with a smile.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Kali,” Ellie said nervously. “He seems awfully sure of himself. And if the rumors I’ve heard are true, he’s already seduced half the girls in my history class.”

“Even better,” Kali said. “I like a challenge. Lately it’s been like shooting fish in a barrel.”

“Hello, there.”

Kali turned to find herself staring into Jason Wolfe’s smiling face. She felt an unsettling wave of heat in her loins but managed to keep her composure.

“Can I help you?” she asked coolly.

“I saw you staring at me across the room, so I thought I’d come over and say hello.”

Arrogant puppy, Kali thought to herself. She was going to enjoy toying with this one.

“I think it was the other way around,” she pointed out, “but now that you’re here you may as well tell me what you want.”

At that moment the next song started up. Jason glanced at the DJ and then back at Kali. “Dance?” he asked, holding out his hand.

The way he said it made it sound as if he was doing Kali a favor. She made a point of looking around deliberately before she answered.

“I don’t see any better offers at the moment,” she replied tartly, “so I guess you’ll have to do.”

Jason took her hand and led her out to the dance floor. Ellie was right, Kali realized after a few minutes. Jason Wolfe was very sure of himself. Although she tried to stir him up in the usual ways—pushing her pelvis against his crotch, rubbing her hand on his chest—she couldn’t rid herself of the uneasy feeling that he was the one who was actually in control. She was also feeling aroused in a way that was unsettling.

“Stop it,” she told herself, pushing these thoughts away. She reminded herself what she would do to Jason when she got him back to her room and began to feel a return of her usual confidence. Let him believe he’s in control, she thought with a smirk. It would only make him more frustrated when she cut him off.

It was close to 1:00 when Kali led Jason down the narrow hall to her dorm room. When they reached her door, she pulled his face down to hers with both hands and gave him a lingering kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips. Then she gave him her best “come hither” look and unlocked the door.

She threw her keys onto her desk and was about to turn around when Jason took hold of her waist and steered her to the wall. He grabbed her hands and pulled her arms up until they were over her head. Then he slid his hands underneath her shirt and found her bra strap. Before she even had time to protest, he was massaging her bare breasts, rubbing her erect nipples with his thumbs.

“You have beautiful tits,” he murmured in her ear, “big and firm.”

Kali could feel her panties growing moist and was annoyed at the impact Jason’s words were having on her. She was aware of how strong and sure his hands were. She was also aware that she could hear herself panting. She needed to change the dynamic of this encounter—and fast.

She twirled around and pushed Jason away playfully with both hands.

“Let’s get those pants off,” she said breezily, reasserting control. “Now.”

While Jason stripped off his jeans, Kali took off her shirt and bra. She might as well let him get an eyeful of her tits so he could think about what he was missing later. She rubbed them with both hands and then lifted her right breast to her mouth so she could lick the nipple. She was gratified to see she had his full attention now.

Moving closer, she reached out her hand and brushed it against the crotch of his underwear. She was startled to discover how large and hard he seemed beneath the thin layer of cotton, and she became aware of a faint pulsing between her legs. Keep focused, girl, she reminded herself.

You’re in control now.

Sensing her advantage, she moved her hand down to Jason’s thigh and slid it up the leg hole of his boxers. Then she slipped it behind his balls so that she could rub his perineum with all four fingers while brushing the back of his scrotum at the same time. In her experience, this maneuver turned the average college guy into a glassy-eyed piece of putty that she could manipulate at will.

Jason already seemed to be getting that vacant stare with which she’d become so familiar. What had she been worried about? He was just another clueless guy.

Perhaps lulled by these thoughts into a sense of overconfidence, Kali wasn’t ready for Jason’s next move. Stepping forward suddenly, he picked her up as if she was a feather and moved her over to the bed. When he put her down, he slipped his knee between her legs, keeping her slightly off the floor and up on her toes. As she struggled to get a foothold, her crotch rubbed back and forth across his knee, triggering a wave of intense heat. To her dismay, she let out a low whimpering noise.

Kali was relieved, a moment later, when Jason lowered her to the floor. But before she could regain her balance, he undid her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles. Then he picked her up again and deposited her onto the bed. She fell back onto her elbows and reflexively twisted the lower half of her body to the side so that her knees were pressed tightly together. With two hard tugs, Jason pulled her jeans the rest of the way off and threw them onto the floor.

Kali was badly rattled now. Jason seemed to have taken complete command of their encounter, and she was aware that the faint pulse between her legs had become a steady throb. Stay calm, she told herself. You can do this.

But when she looked up, she found herself staring at Jason’s fully erect cock. It was both thick and long, and try as she might Kali couldn’t tear her eyes away. Jason smiled, as if aware of the impact he was having on her. He stepped forward and began to stroke her leg lightly with his fingers.

“Do you want to know what’s going to happen in a few minutes?” he asked.

He spoke quietly, but his voice had a smooth, almost hypnotic quality to it.

“What?” Kali found herself asking, her voice husky.

“In a few minutes, you’re going to be kneeling on the bed without your panties. I’m going to be kneeling behind you rubbing my cock back and forth against your pussy. All you’re going to be able to think about is how much you want my cock inside you.”

Kali had closed her eyes when Jason started talking and was doing her best to ignore his words.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” she said in what she hoped was a sneer, but her words sounded weak even to her own ears.

As hard as she tried to think about something else, she kept visualizing in vivid detail the scene Jason was describing. She imagined herself on all fours with her legs spread and no panties. She imagined his big cock pushing against her opening.

Distracted by this thought, Kali didn’t notice when Jason’s fingers tightened around her ankle. With one smooth motion, he suddenly lifted her left leg straight up, pulled it across her body, and stepped between her thighs. With a cry of surprise, she slipped off her elbows onto her back. Although she struggled to close her legs again, Jason held her left ankle firmly in place. In any case, his body was in the way now.

Kali realized what was about to happen. “Wait. . .” she began, but it was too late. Jason’s left hand flashed forward and found the crotch of her panties, which by this time were soaking wet.

His strong fingers massaged and probed her pussy, and the throbbing there grew even stronger.
It was getting hard to think straight—hard to concentrate on anything beyond the sensation between her legs—but Kali made a final effort to pull herself together. As much as she wanted Jason inside her, she couldn’t let him win like this, she told herself, couldn’t face that look of triumph he would have afterwards.

With a tremendous effort, she struggled back onto her elbows, making sure not to look at Jason’s cock. If she could just push herself up into a sitting position, she could brush his hand away—could seize control again.

As if reading her mind, Jason snaked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and slipped his hand inside. He quickly found her opening and slid his middle finger into her dripping cunt. The next moment his thumb found her clit, which he began to rub in a smooth, circular motion.

Kali struggled a moment longer before sinking back onto the bed. She was vaguely aware of the high-pitched whimpering noise she was making as she felt the last remnants of her will drain away. Whereas a few minutes earlier she was fighting to close her legs, she was now fighting to spread them as wide as possible, pushing her crotch against Jason’s hand to increase the friction. The only thing that mattered to her now was satisfying the intense hunger between her legs.

When Jason slid Kali’s panties off a few minutes later, she made no attempt to protest. Nor did she protest when he flipped her over onto her stomach. And when he put his hands on her hips and pulled her into a kneeling position, she scrambled up quickly, pumping her hips in eager anticipation.

The next moment she felt something big and hard brush against her pussy. Jason ran his cock back and forth in her wet slit, occasionally letting the head slip into her opening.

“Jesus Christ, fuck me!” Kali begged.

“I’d like to,” Jason said, “but you have to make a promise first.”

“Anything!” she wailed.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tease any more cock at Wilbury.”

So he knew about her reputation. Earlier in the evening, Kali would have laughed in his face. Now she didn’t give it a second’s thought.

“I promise,” she said.

“What do you promise?” Jason persisted, slipping the head of his cock in and out of her once more.

“I promise I won’t tease any more cock!”

“Good girl,” Jason said. He hesitated for a moment and then slid the full length of his shaft into her cunt. Kali thought she’d never felt anything so delicious in her entire life, and she pumped her hips in time to his thrusts for several minutes. After they’d been fucking a while, Jason began to brush her nipples with the palms of his hands and then let his right hand drift down between her legs. He found her swollen clit with his middle finger and played with it until she began to come in wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Kali was true to her word. She never teased cock at Wilbury again. She was far too busy riding Jason’s.

“So you’re the famous Sloan Renfrew,” Steve said, holding her hand a few seconds longer than was customary. “I’ve been reading Wet Dream for years,” he continued. “You do a wonderful job there.”
Sloan responded with a tight smile. “That’s high praise coming from the great Steve Brady,” she said.
“There’s something I’ve always wondered about editors in your line of work,” Steve went on, ignoring the compliment. “Don’t you get just a little bit horny reading all those erotic stories?”
Sloan’s smile disappeared. “I’ve read thousands of stories over the past ten years,” she said evenly. “If I let them affect me in the way you suggest, I’d never get any work done. Staying detached and dispassionate helps me to choose the best stories possible. We only publish the best of the best at Wet Dream,” she added.
Steve took a sip of his gin and tonic and then looked Sloan in the eye. “I write erotic stories,” he said casually.
She cocked an eyebrow. “Really?” she asked doubtfully. “I’ve never seen one of your stories in print. Do you publish them under a pseudonym?”
Steve took another sip from his drink. “Oh, I don’t publish them at all.”
“Are you one of those writers who considers himself above erotic fiction?” Sloan asked. Her tone was neutral, but Steve thought he detected daggers beneath the calm surface.
“Not at all,” he said. “It’s just that I use them for social purposes.”
Sloan looked confused. “Social purposes?”
Steve leaned closer. “I wouldn’t want this to get around,” he said in a conspiratorial whisper, “but I use them to seduce women.”
A look of scorn crossed Sloan’s face, though Steve thought he detected a faint blush as well. “You have an awfully high opinion of yourself,” she said.
Steve shrugged. “All I can tell you is that they work,” he replied. “The last time I read one to a woman, she had her pants off and was playing with herself before I’d even finished reading the story.
Sloan was quiet for a moment, as if considering something. Steve could tell she was intrigued in spite of herself.
“If they’re as powerful as you say they are, I might consider publishing one of them in Wet Dream,” she said at last. “You’d have to submit it to the magazine like anyone else,” she added. “And it would have to meet our standard of literary quality. We don’t publish Penthouse letters in Wet Dream.”
If Steve heard the note of condescension, he didn’t show it. Instead, he glanced at his watch.
“Tell you what,” he said. “My condo is just six blocks from here. “If you’d like, we could go there now, and I could read you a couple of my stories. If you were interested in one of them, you could take the manuscript with you for further consideration.”
Sloan seemed taken aback by the suggestion. She hesitated, as if not sure how to respond.
“Of course, if the idea makes you nervous after what I just told you, I’ll understand,” Steve said.
Sloan’s eyes flashed. “I already told you. I stay detached about the stories I evaluate. I have nothing to be nervous about.”
“Shall we go then?” Steve suggested.
On the way out the door, he caught sight of Jen’s surprised face across the room. He winked at her.

“Can I get you a drink?” Steve asked, as he walked back into the living room from his study.
Sloan, who’d been admiring the glittering lights in Central Park, turned around to look at him.
“I never drink when I’m evaluating fiction,” she said.
Steve had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “You won’t mind if I have one,” he said, putting a manila folder down on the coffee table. He walked over to the sideboard and poured himself two fingers of Laphroaig.
Glass in hand, he returned to the sitting area. “Shall we get to work then?”
Sloan took a seat on the couch Steve indicated. She sat upright with both feet on the floor and her hands clasped over her stomach. Steve retrieved the folder from the coffee table and sat in the chair opposite her.
“Ready?”
She gave a short nod.
“This one’s called ‘The Riding Crop,’” he said. And he began.
Halfway through the story, Steve paused and looked up. He was struck immediately by the marked change that had come over Sloan. Her face was flushed, and her eyes had an uncertain—almost startled look—about them. Her knees had fallen open slightly, and she was rubbing one of her legs back and forth with her right hand. When he smiled at her, she looked away quickly, as if embarrassed. Still smiling, he went back to his reading.
Ten minutes later, after finishing the story, Steve looked up again. He’d been aware during the last half of the story that Sloan kept crossing and re-crossing her legs. The flush on her face had deepened, and her mouth was slightly open. As he watched her, she licked her lips.
“Don’t tell me what you thought yet,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “Let me read you one more.”
“I don’t know,” Sloan said, glancing at her watch. “It’s getting late.” Her voice sounded smaller than it had earlier in the evening and less sure of itself. Despite her words of protest, she made no effort to stand up.
“Just one more,” Steve said in his most soothing voice, leaning forward to touch her knee. “You’ll enjoy this one. It’s called ‘On All Fours.’”

Later, Steve asked Sloan if she’d liked his stories.
“Yes,” she answered briefly, sounding both distracted and out of breath.
Steve wasn’t insulted by the brevity of her response. What he noticed chiefly was the husky quality in her voice, a quality that hadn’t been there earlier. He decided he liked it.
“And would you like to publish one of them in Wet Dream?”
Instead of answering this time, Sloan made a low whimpering sound.
“What was that?’ Steve asked. “I didn’t catch that.”
“Yes,” Sloan replied faintly. She seemed to be having some difficulty talking.
“That’s great,” Steve said, “though I don’t necessarily like the idea that I’m getting in through the back door.”
Sloan shifted her weight on her elbows and braced herself. “Back door,” she repeated as if in a daze. “Please. Now!”
Kneeling behind her, Steve slid his cock back into her ass and was gratified to hear her sharp intake of breath. Earlier, he’d been in her mouth and cunt. A three orifice night, he thought, feeling quite pleased with himself.
After he’d finished reading the second story, Sloan had crumbled rather quickly. She’d tried to leave, it’s true, but it hadn’t taken much to dissuade her. A hand on her cheek, another up her skirt. When he’d slipped his fingers inside her panties, she’d gone from buttoned up to unbuttoned to undone more quickly than you could sip a martini.
Steve slid a hand between Sloan’s legs and began to bring her to climax again. The first time she came she’d made a lot of noise. He liked that. Now, as her moans grew louder and more frequent, he thought about a new story he might write. The idea blossomed—took on a life of its own—the way his best stories always did. What would he call it? he wondered, and then smiled to himself. “The Fiction Editor,” he thought. It seemed the perfect choice. Simple and to the point.
At that moment Sloan’s pleasure peaked and spilled over into a crescendo of grateful wails.
Steve couldn’t remember ever getting such a positive response to his work.

Alex was still sitting in the kitchen when the first rumble of thunder came. The sound sparked a sudden memory. About a year earlier, he and Ben had met for a drink after work. Since Roberta and Kate had gone to a movie together, there was no need to hurry home. One drink had turned into two, and two into three.
“Did I ever tell you about Kate and thunderstorms?” Ben had asked out of the blue.
Alex shook his head. “Is she afraid of them?”

Ben was smiling now in a sly kind of way. “Not afraid. For some reason, thunderstorms make her horny as hell. I mean seriously horny. If one comes along in the middle of the night, she practically rips my boxers off she wants it so bad.”
Alex hadn’t known how to respond to this revelation. In fact, he’d been a little embarrassed by it. But now that he’d remembered it, he couldn’t get it out of his head.
The thunder rumbled again, a little closer now. Alex thought about how Kate was listening to the storm alone next door and felt a stirring in his loins. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was almost 10:00.
You’re out of your mind, he told himself. Forget about it.

Kate answered the door wearing a pair of summer pajamas. They were made out of some kind of shiny material—satin or silk, Alex guessed—and he could see immediately that her nipples were hard.
“I was just thinking about you,” she said warmly. “I was debating whether it was too late to ask you over for a drink, but here you are.”
“Here I am,” Alex agreed.
He chose an overstuffed chair near the coffee table and sat down. When Kate returned from the sideboard with two glasses of Scotch, she sat on the couch opposite him.
“I heard on the news that tonight’s storm is going to be violent,” Alex said. “Intense thunder and lightning is what the announcer said.”
As if to confirm his words, a long, slow rumble of thunder filled the room. Kate’s legs went slack and fell open slightly. Alex noticed the dark stain at her crotch.
“Intense?” she stammered. She took a big gulp of Scotch and put her glass down on the table.
Before Alex could answer, there came another crack of thunder. Kate glanced instinctively at the window and then back again. Her eyes were shining now, and her mouth slightly open.
Alex stood up and moved quickly around the coffee table. He took Kate by the hand and lifted her to her feet. Then, without a word, he began unbuttoning the top of her pajamas.
When he was through, he took hold of the lapels and rubbed the satin material back and forth across her nipples. Kate let out a low moan. After a moment, he pulled her top wide open, revealing her large, shapely breasts. He leaned down and took each nipple into his mouth, brushing them with his tongue, sucking on them. Without warning, another flash of lightning filled the room, followed a few seconds later by the loudest thunder yet.
Alex had a sudden idea. “Over here,” he said to Kate, taking her by the hand.
He led her to the nearest window and opened it as wide as he could. Then he bent Kate over so she had to prop herself on the windowsill with both hands. Although this was the most protected side of the house, the swirling wind sent an occasional burst of fine spray through the window and into their faces.
Standing behind Kate, Alex reached around her waist and found her tits. A flash of lightning blinded him momentarily, and the crash of thunder that followed was so loud it made him jump. Over the sound of the wind and the rain, he could hear Kate whimpering.
Moving quickly, he pulled her pajama bottoms down to the floor and helped her step out of them. She spread her legs further apart and tilted her pelvis, giving him a bird’s-eye view of her cunt. When he reached his hand between her legs, he discovered she was soaking wet.
Another flash of lightning illuminated the room. It had barely died away when the thunder came. The storm was almost on top of them now.

“Hurry,” Kate pleaded.
Alex stepped forward and let the head of his cock brush back and forth against her sex. The rain was sheeting down now, and it felt as though the storm surrounded them. It took all his willpower not to penetrate her, but he was waiting for exactly the right moment.
It came a few seconds later. An impossibly bright flash of lightning turned the night momentarily into day. Almost the same moment, an explosion of thunder shook the house. With the aftershocks of the thunder still reverberating in their ears, Alex slid the full length of his cock into Kate’s impossibly wet pussy.
They fucked as the storm raged on around them, their faces wet with rain. Between the crashes of thunder, Alex could hear Kate making a high keening noise. He found her clit with his fingers, and she began to come almost at once. A moment later he was coming too.
When he finally pulled out of her, their mingled juices dripped to the floor and merged with the puddle of rainwater that had collected there.