The College Girl from Hell

Lucinda was happy to be going off to college, trying to find her own way in life at last. But how would her classmates react to her?There was so much about herself that she would simply have to keep concealed.For example, Lucinda could never tell anyone she was named after her father, Lucifer. Yes, that Lucifer.She had even tried dying her hell-fire red hair, to other colors. She tried blonde, she tried black hair. But when you were born and raised literally in the Seventh Circle of Hell, hair dye doesn’t work. Her hair had been forged in hell-fire, and it was going to stay that flame-red color, no matter what she tried.And have you ever tried finding a tight, short sexy miniskirt that hides your long, red, bifurcated tail? So that hot guys would notice you and not your tail, and would want to fuck you very hard?Or try getting a cute, hot boy to want to slide his big, beautiful cock into your sweet, round ass, with that literally damned tail in his way? Could she even find a cute college guy who would look past her actual tail, and give her figurative “tail” hours and hours of the hard pounding fuck that Lucinda so hungered for?The best part of going off to college was getting away from her dad. Lucinda had always hated her dad’s job. It was embarrassing! What kind of a fucking stupid job was it, to trick people into doing something evil, and then slow roast them for all eternity for having fallen for his stupid deceptions?And the stupid things dad would bake people over. Loving someone sexually, without rings on your fingers.  Saying the words “god damn it” in anger, because it offends Grandpa Yahweh to have his name taken in vain. Really? Those things deserved eternal torture? Well, fuck you, daddy, that’s just STUPID! And needlessly cruel.Lucinda especially hated that all of her food and clothing, growing up, was paid for out of the salary of a deity who made his living from that stupid cruelty.Her typical teenage anger at her father was harder for her than for anyone else, too. You can’t exactly tell Lucifer, “Go to Hell!” And, “Drop dead” is meaningless to an immortal.You would think that being the daughter of Venus wouldn’t be so bad, though. Wrong! Try living up to mom being literally the goddess of love, and a genuine sex goddess!Plus, mom could have had her pick of any hot god from any of the world’s mythologies, and she had to fall in love with that evil prick, Lucifer? What the FUCK, mommy?Well, mom had taken up with Mercury for a while, that speedy messenger god. But mom said that Mercury had proved to be way too speedy in the bedroom, too.Venus had even hooked-up once with Qtzlcoatl. You know, the serpent god.  Think about that. Serpent! Venus had expected a king cobra in Qtzlcoatl’s pants. But it proved to be more like an inchworm.By contrast, Lucifer had always delighted in slowly torturing Venus’s pussy for literal eons, until she put out nearly enough fluid to permanently extinguish the flames casino siteleri of hell. And his front “tail” made his long rear tail look tiny.And Venus reminded Lucinda that she wouldn’t even have been born, had Lucifer not injected an ocean of his demon seed into Venus’s ass, triggering her three-century orgasm. Venus smiled at the memory. Her face literally glowing with the love that only the goddess of sex could feel So yeah, at eighteen, it was great for Lucinda, to finally get away from her parents, and to mingle with normal, mortal college kids, who knew nothing of her and her parentage.Besides her first taste of freedom, Lucinda wanted three things out of college: two or three very close female friends to gossip with. Finding a sexy boyfriend who would give her pussy – which, as the daughter of Lucifer, was almost literally on fire with lust – a deep hard fuck daily. And earning her degree, after acquiring the knowledge of math, literature, history, astronomy, and biology, things you just can’t learn while living in the Palace of the Seventh Circle of Hell.Lucinda went through the usual mini-hell of registering for classes, unsuccessfully trying to make friends in classes and in the school cafeteria, and each of six teachers assigning five hours of homework apiece every night, as if there were thirty hours each day (plus eight hours for sleep), between the last class ending at 5:00 p.m. and the first class the next day starting at 7:00 a.m. Maybe these teachers need refresher courses in basic arithmetic?Lucinda did finally make two close female friends. They would talk and gossip and giggle over lunch. Mostly talk about the guys they were fucking, or wanted to fuck. They each wanted to hide under the desk of the hot Literature Professor Mister Jackson before class began, and then spend the whole day in class sucking on his cock from down there. The three of them had even made a pact to alternate, one of them sucking him under his desk every school day. But none of them had been brave enough yet, to be the first.A couple of months into the first semester, everyone was pretty much required to attend a college basketball game for about three hours. Three hours less of those magical thirty hours per day that were supposed to be set aside for homework. Lucinda was angry and frustrated, and she had to rein in her urge to tell the school administrators to go to hell. Because if she said those words aloud, her father would literally hurl the school administrators howling into hell. That’s the terrible power of being Lucifer’s daughter.Plus there was the comfort factor. She had tucked her red devil tail down one pant leg and into her cowboy boot. Sitting on a bleacher that way wasn’t fun!Seething, Lucinda decided to try to enjoy the game and to forget what a waste of her time it was.And then the players came onto the basketball court.Yes, Lucinda was definitely Venus’s daughter. Each player güvenilir casino was hotter than the one before, and Lucinda’s little lace panties were getting quite dewy under her tight jeans, as he looked them over.And mmmm that guy with the number twenty-nine on his jersey. Had her grandpa, the creator of the whole universe, really made a man with such perfect muscles and endless long sexy legs? Why hadn’t grandpa ever told her that he had made such a dreamy man? He was one of grandpa’s finest creations. You would think gramps would have bragged about making this perfect man, even just a little bit?Throughout the whole basketball game, Lucinda’s eyes followed twenty-nine’s every move, up and down the court. Her poor little pulsating clit was growing desperate to be touched.Fuck it. Lucinda was only about thirty feet from the ladies’ room. She made a beeline to the nearest bathroom stall, yanked down her jeans and panties, and took them off, along with her boots. She began to rub the point of her red tail all over her very wet pussy. She closed her eyes and pictured that hot basketball player in her mind. “Twenty-nine,” Lucinda moaned softly. “Twenty-nine. Twenty-nine.” About the fifth moan, Lucinda shook from head to toe. She looked down, and her pussy, and her devil tail (with which she had been frantically rubbing her pussy) were both dripping in what looked like Alfredo sauce.Lucinda put her jeans back on and tossed her sopping-wet panties into the bathroom trash can. They were way too wet to put them back on.In her post-orgasmic daze, Lucinda forgot to tuck her red tail back into her jeans and boots.In fact, she forgot to put her boots back on at all. She left them in the ladies’ room stall and stumbled barefoot back toward her bleacher seat.But the basketball game was over by now, and everyone was headed her way, to the exit. Lucinda was in such a state from coming so hard, that she didn’t even notice the five fellow students who stepped on her tail.Still stumbling barefoot through the stadium, Lucinda kept muttering. “Twenty-nine. Twenty-nine. Twenty FUCKING nine!”Until someone bumped into her hard, abruptly stopping her wandering,“Twenty-nine,” Lucinda muttered.“That’s right,” the huge object in front of her replied. “I’m number twenty-nine. And you are?”“Extremely horny,” Lucinda replied absent-mindedly.“Well, Miss Horny, you need to be more watchful where you’re walking. May I call you, Extremely?”Lucinda finally snapped out of her post-orgasmic daze, and replied, “My name’s not Extremely, it’s Lucinda.”“Nice bumping into you, Lucinda, Literally! I’m Steve.”“Nice to meet you too, Twent – I mean, Steve.”“Are you okay, Lucinda?”“I’m fine. Why?”“Well, first of all, it looks like someone stepped on your Halloween costume; squashed it pretty good.”“What Halloween costume?”Steve laughed. “Umm, your red tail? The one taped to your sexy ass?”Lucinda looked at her exposed devil tail. Embarrassed, canlı casino Lucinda’s face turned redder than her tail. “Um, yeah,” Lucinda muttered, “Halloween. Tape. Yes. Right.”Then Lucinda smiled. “Wait, what? Did you just say my ass is sexy?”“Don’t play coy with me, Lucinda. You certainly must be aware of what a goddess you are?”“Well, daughter of a goddess, anyway.”“What did you say, Lucinda?”“Oh, nothing. Never mind. Just that when I get home, I have to mend my, umm, Halloween costume.”“You have a bigger problem than that, Lucinda.”“Oh?”“It’s just that you’re walking barefoot through this trash-strewn stadium.”Lucinda looked down at her bare feet.“Oh my god, I left my boots in the ladies’ room.”“Forgive a dumb question, but why would you have to take your boots off to poop?”Without thinking, Lucinda replied, “I wasn’t pooping, I was masturbating.”“Interesting,” Steve smiled. “Do you always masturbate at basketball games?”“No, I just took up that new hobby today. After watching you play.”“Me?”“Like you said, Steve, let’s not play coy. You must know you’re the hottest guy in our school.”“I know no such thing. But I’m flattered that you masturbated thinking of me.”“So what are you doing to do with this information, Steve?”“Umm, take you out for coffee and talk about it?”“BAP! Wrong answer, Steve!”Steve laughed. “So tell me, Lucinda, what’s the correct answer?”“Well, Steve, when a woman tells you that you make her very horny, and asks you what you’re going to do about it, the correct answer is, ‘I’m going to take you home and fuck you hard until sunrise.’ Not ‘I’m going to buy you a cup of coffee.’”“Ok,” Steve smiled. “Let’s go find your boots, and then scratch each other’s sexual itch.”But there were no cowboy boots in the ladies’ room. Someone had taken them. Steve helped her to look. He even looked in the trash can.“No boots. But someone left these tiny lace panties.”“Those are mine.”“You have no panties under your jeans? Lucinda, that’s HOT!”“Yeah, well, they got too wet from watching you, to wear them anymore.”“You ruined your panties thinking about me? That’s even hotter!”“Ok, well, no boots. Just take me home now and fuck me hard.”Steve frowned. “Umm, there’s a problem with that idea.”It was Lucinda’s turn to frown now. “You don’t want to fuck me, Steve?”“It’s just that I’m way too hard right now, to wait until I can drive you home.  I need to feel your pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, or I’m going to completely lose my mind.”Just as Lucinda was about to unzip Steve, right there in the ladies’ room, her cell phone rang.“Hi, daddy.”A gruff voice on the other end barked one word: “Don’t!”“Don’t what?”“You already know what! You know the rule. If you do this outside of wedlock, I have to barbecue Steve for all eternity. So, don’t. Just don’t.”“Don’t you love me anymore, daddy?”“Of course I do. That has nothing to do with this.”“It has everything to do with it. Well, Grampa Yahweh made all of us, right? You, me….and Steve, too. Right?”“Yes, all of us. Except for your mama Venus. Zeus made her.”“And grandpa created sexual desire too?”“Well, he invented lust, but your mom is in charge of it.”“So why is something grandpa invented and mom perfected, a sin?”