Today was my first day back at College after the humiliating event of last week. I had been found tied up and dripping wet with some guy's sperm as well as female pee all over me lying on a weight machine workout bench by one of the gym instructors. After having my hair cut off I had been carried to the nurse and then the principal's office, where I refused to identify my attackers or contact authorities. Not wanting to prolong my humiliation the college authorities let it drop and gave me a week off. A week I spent in bed, healing my abused body and mourning my beautiful hair, now cut a little above shoulder level.The pictures of my ordeal had not surfaced on the net, but from some of the looks I was occasionally getting gave me the impression they had been shown around. I was nervous; I couldn't help blushing every time someone looked at me, and my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.I felt like I might be sick any moment but somehow, despite all that I had gone through, my p
Her wet fingers moved to my clit, stroking it. I couldn't pretend it wasn't affecting me anymore; I let out cries of pleasures as she masturbated me.I suddenly let out a cry of pain; she had pinched my clit! I struggled to free myself, frantically pushing against the hands holding me. Her fingers came back to my clit and gently stroked until I quieted. All that time she was laughing. She kept on doing it; masturbating me until my cries grew desperate and then pinching me, but I was getting close to coming anyway. I almost didn't mind the pinching anymore. I lay there squirming in their hands, wishing I could touch myself when her fingers withdrew."Don't stop," I gasped. "Just a little more...""Doesn't that suck," she gloated. "And you were so close. Too bad you have to go now."The hands left me. She grabbed my arm and I was pulled on my feet and pushed toward the door. I guessed what was going to happen and pulled in the opposite direction."Don't fight me bitch!" she warned. "Or
I lay on the toilet slumping as the last traces of the orgasm left me when reality came back with a shock. I had played with myself in class, walked through the halls half naked, and then fucked myself at the top of my lungs in one of the stalls of the Men's room.Oh God! Had anyone heard? I bounded up jerking the stall door open. The first thing I saw was my reflection in the mirror; my hair was dripping wet and only the two middle buttons of my blouse were still attached, completely exposing my tummy and the top of my breasts. What wasn't exposed to the air was still visible to the eyes as the clinging fabric was now transparent, revealing my nipples and areolas.My legs and feet were bare and my micro-skirt was bunched up and exposing my pussy. I couldn't see it but that dang permanent marker was still sticking out of my ass. I looked like a slut. I had been a fool; following Mandy, going to class like this, had all been a terrible mistake.What I saw as I turned my head made my bl
The rest of the ride was excruciating. All I wanted was to reach down and masturbate myself silly, my pussy was so wet it was dripping, making a slick spot on my seat. Only my last diminishing shred of inhibition barely held me back, not wanting to know how far I would let things go if I did dare touch myself. When we reached my stop I cheered; in a minute I'd be able to pleasure myself as much as I wanted.I got up and pulled on the cord; a "ding" was heard. A thrill shot through me as I realized I probably wouldn't be seeing these people again; wanting to give them a show I thrust my breasts out and strutted for the door on the other end of the bus, next to the driver. With a little smile for him I stepped out.When I turned around to watch the bus as it started moving, all heads were in the windows looking at me. I waved with a smile. As the bus disappeared from sight I turned and headed for my apartment building, anxious for release.I stopped in horror in front of the glass door;
I stepped out of sight as I approached, sneaking a peek through the open doorway. A bored-looking elderly man was sitting at a desk, typing something on a computer. I readjusted the top over my breasts, held the brochure firmly over my skirt, and stepped in.The man looked up from his computer, his eyes bulging in shock as he spotted me. I almost turned back at his expression; did I look so bad?"C-can I help you?" he stammered."I need to find Mandy Johnson. Can you give me her class number?""I-I'm sorry," he let out. "I can't give out that kind of information."I bit my lip nervously; I had to get that number! Steeling myself, I put on my most seductive smile, let the brochure fall and put my hands on his desk, leaning down until I was level with his face. One of my breasts popped out, we both went red, but I kept smiling and ignoring it."Please," I pleaded in my most seductive voice. "I really, really need it. I won't tell anyone."His hungry eyes lowered to my breast. He let out
One fateful summer day as we were fondling each other in bed I opened my heart and blurted out the whole thing. Unsurprisingly he was interested by the idea and we spent hours inventing scenarios as we caressed ourselves before enjoying some of the greatest sex I ever had.I thought this would be the end of it. But he didn't need to be on the verge of an orgasm to be turned on by the idea, and so kept bringing it up. Eventually after much insistence and orgasm denial he managed to convince me."Don't worry," he had said with an evil little smile. "I'll plan everything."When the day finally came he knew I was nervous, so we spent most of the day having fun so I'd be horny as hell and willing to go along, although he didn't let me get an orgasm.He had planned a private party at eight p.m. in a friend's apartment, and when the time to leave came he had gotten me really hot and very much into it. The plan was that I'd put on only a dog collar, a leash, one of my long coats, and he'd dri
"The party's not starting at eight; we're not going there straight-away. You think I'd take you there dripping wet? Where's the fun in that? No, we'll have a nice little drive while you cool down."And drive around we did. It couldn't have been for very long, but it felt like an eternity. My legs were aching from the strain of being just barely sitting, my hands were getting numb, I was getting a little cold and I was totally pissed off. This wasn't funny!Then we finally reached our destination; an old duplex. Our friend lived on the second floor, with an open-air stairway leading up to his balcony. Mark opened his door and got out of the car and lowered his seat again, looking at me.I was starting to have second thoughts about all of this. "You know I wasn't serious when I said..." I began but he interrupted."Don't even think about begging off," he snapped. "You've been clear enough."I was so mad at him, and scared too. I didn't want to go along with this anymore. I didn't even k
"Stick it in her pussy for lubricant if you have to," Mark offered. "I gave her an enema before coming."He did; a couple of quick thrusts in my pussy and then he went back to my ass. This was much better; he could slide in faster and started fucking me hard, I was getting into it too.I knew that soon I wouldn't be able to pay attention to Bret's cock as he fucked my mouth, so I attacked it with urgency, giving it everything I had so I could then focus on my ass getting fuckedBefore long I saw the signs he was about to cum as I sucked him. The cock in my ass felt so good, I was horny as hell. I felt so dirty, like such a whore, and I wanted more. I pulled Bret's cock out of my mouth and aimed it at my face, jerking furiously.He came with a groan, letting out three big squirts. One landed on my nose, the second on my upper lip and the third on my chin. I'm not sure, but I think I had a small orgasm. I kept jerking for a little while, the rest of his cum just dripping down between us
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a