Queen Cobra - Part One - Sex Stories

Queen Cobra - Part One

The warm evening breeze of August gently rustles the cottonwood and oak leaves. Most of the grounds of the small, midwestern American college are quiet. Professors are polishing off the details of lesson plans, and a few upper-class, off-campus students have filtered back into town. Classes have not yet started but are soon on the horizon. The only scheduled activity is the perennial “Welcome Mixer.” Begun many years ago, this affair is the first taste of social life for the newest incoming class. It’s nine o'clock on a Saturday night now and the fun is already well underway. The DJ has the dancing crowd gyrating, and some forbidden drinks and substances are secretly available. It‘s going to be a wild first night for the approximately four hundred frosh students.

Outside the arena, a few shy or stoned stragglers are still arriving at the all-freshman affair. Identification and tickets are being checked at the door to ensure only newbies are attending. They’ve enrolled from all the regional high schools and many from out-of-state. This higher learning institution is renowned as a hopping party place. Education barely surpasses entertainment.

Meanwhile, into the adjacent parking lot cruises a stunning pure white custom Corvette. Behind the wheel, shutting down the turbo-charged engine is the car’s owner, Kayla Cobran. Ms. Cobran is a senior at the college. She is also the most notorious of all the many hot coeds. Most of the students and faculty know her name. Professors ...

... address her as Ms. Cobran.

To Her closest girlfriends, she is Kayla.

However, to the male population this towering temptress has rightfully assumed the title of “Queen Cobra”.

It has become mandatory that all guys address Her only by that title. The consequences for deviating from that norm can be quite severe. Ask the few that have challenged the title, and felt the retribution of Her avid, and obedient male followers. Indeed, She is a demanding empress.

She checks herself out in the lit visor mirror. Putting a cover coat of lip gloss on, She then settles back into the contoured bucket seat and admires the form-fit ensemble She has selected for the night’s pursuit. It’s savage and sexy, reflecting Her treacherous persona. She is satisfied with the level of racy hotness she projects. The Queen Cobra grins in anticipation as She ascends from the Stingray’s black patent interior.

The parking lot lighting reflects off of Her shimmering snake-skin outfit. A pair of white leather platform pumps elevate this spectacular siren to well above six feet of bewitching beauty. ‘Beware, boys,’ She thinks to herself, ‘I am coming to get some of you.’ Lightly fluffing Her luxurious blonde mane, She begins strutting towards the arena. Ms. Cobra, like the king cobra snake, is dangerous, venomous, and lethal. Unlike the snake, however, She is also highly aggressive and sinfully seductive.

In the past three years that The Queen has prowled the campus, the clubs, and the parties ...