Brooke Price had one of the most incisive legal minds on campus according to her academic advisor. Brooke was a straight A student in this, her second year at law school. She was aiming to graduate first in her class, a guarantee of her choice of offers from the nation's best legal organizations.
She worked hard, and then worked harder at keeping her grades up. Late at night, any night, her tall, graceful form could be found in the library, bent over obscure and complicated legal problems in the old, dust covered leather records.
Her crisp brown suit jacket would hang neatly on the back of her chair, her crisply starched white blouse buttoned to the throat and adorned by a thin tie, would puff outward as she bent forward across the table to closely study the words on the decades old pages.
Beneath the table, her legs, encased in the sharply cut slacks would sometimes fold around the legs of the chair she sat upon, the plain, though well polished black shoes rubbing against the floor.
Her hair was habitually tied into a pony tail down her back, but after some hours at study, her perpetual, unconscious stroking and twisting and combing would have undone the knot and her thick, long, luxurious brown hair would cascade down around her shoulders, back and chest, to be irritably shoved out of her face time and time again.
Then, at a warning of imminent closing from the librarian, the young woman would stand up, carefully replace the books on the shelves, even more carefully place her own books and notes within her leather briefcase, then stand, draw on her jacket, and gracefully walk down the long rows of books to the front door and leave.
Her dignified, straight backed form would walk quickly down the long concrete paths that led to her dorm building, neither pausing nor hesitating, then climb up the several floors of stairs, for the exercise, before arriving at her room.
Once there, she would hang up her jacket, and then sit down at her own desk to study some more. Her mind, her complete attention, was on her studies, and had been for several years. There was no room, none, for socializing or entertainment. The room she lived in had no television, nor even a radio.
Her name was Brooke Price, and her father was a supreme court judge. Her grandfather had been the chief justice of the Massachusetts state court. Her great, great, great, great, great, etc..... grandfather had founded the state's court system, and every generation in between had been occupied with various legal affairs.
Brooke was as certain to become a lawyer as the sun was to rise in the morning. To her family, it was an hereditary occupation. She had no friends, only acquaintances. She was a virgin, and was likely to remain so. She did not date and did not socialize.
Her sole interaction with other students was for educational purposes, in mock courts and study groups, in arguments over legal ethics and principals. She did not reject this solitary concentration. Indeed, she was almost unaware of it, and would have been slightly surprised had it been drawn to her attention as odd.
Late into the night her solitary light beamed out onto the darkened courtyard below, as she continued to plumb the depths of torts, common law, criminal law, and contracts. Finally, when her eyes simply refused to focus, she undressed, carefully dressed in a crisp pair of white silk pajamas, and crept beneath the covers of her bed.
Dawn was already breaking as she fell instantly asleep, the first rays brightening her dark curtains as her breathing evened out in deeper and deeper sleep. Four hours would elapse before she rose again, to once more begin the day's round of lectures and studies.
Yet tonight, as on more and more nights of late, her sleep was disturbed by troubling images and visions, none of which had anything to do with her studies. When the alarm blared, bringing her back to wakefulness, her pajamas clung moistly to her sweating body, as did her damp, tangled hair.
Her eyes were wild and her breathing ragged as she came awake, the visions not disappearing, still clear and precise, taunting her, frightening her. She shook herself loose from their embrace and jumped out of bed. She shoved the tangled folds of her hair out of her face, going to the window and opening the blinds to stare out at the new day.
Then she turned away, pulling off her pajamas and stretching out on the floor, falling forward and beginning her pushups. She did one hundred of them, followed by one hundred pushups, then one hundred deep knee bends, then finally, ran in place for several minutes.
She used to jog, but no longer had the time. She used to work out at the campus gym, but again, no longer could spare the time. She finished, and went to the closet, pulling it open to draw out her robe and bath towel. She caught her image in the full length mirror on the back of the door and hesitated.
She straightened, examining her form in the reflective glass. She could be proud of her figure, hourglass perfect, with high, round, firm breasts, a gracefully curving throat and a beautiful, firm jawed face with piercing, intelligent green eyes and a small, upturned nose.
Her legs were exquisitely long and tapered, flawless and eye catching, were eyes to catch sight of them. Her belly was flat and firm, the ridges of her rib cage visible when she straightened fully and held her breath. Turning, her behind was small and as softly rounded as a child's.
Her dreams returned, impossible to repulse, raw, carnal, erotic dreams. Visions sped before her glazed eyes, visions of herself in crude, passionate embraces, hands pawing her, male organs piercing her body, penetrating her, using her, pleasuring her.
Other visions swept before her, chains and ropes, blonde women with large breasts, dogs and horses and giant sexual instruments, dildos and vibrators, whips and leather corsets like the ones she saw in the window of the sex shop she passed each week when she went to buy toiletries at the pharmacy.
She shook her head, fighting free of the visions, trying desperately to ignore the heat in her loins, the swelling of her breasts, the hardness of her pink nipples. She slammed the closet door, drawing on her robe and almost running down the hallway to the women's shower room.
There were eight shower nozzles on the left side of the room, all empty. Brooke hung up her towel and placed her soap and other toilet articles on the counter by one of the sinks on the other side of the room. She took off her robe and hung it on a hook, then stepped up onto the elevated shower stall floor and turned on the water.
It poured down around her, soaking her, plastering her thick hair to her head. She turned it off and began to soap herself up, coating herself from throat to feet with a slick, soapy layer.
Again, the images flashed before her, images from the dreams that assaulted her night after night, images of lust and sexual promiscuity. She saw herself and other women naked, in each other's arms, kissing, fondling each other, grinding their lush bodies together.
Then she was on her hands and knees as a muscular, though faceless male took her from behind, his loins hammering into her buttocks, his mighty organ thrusting again and again into her tight, quaking vagina. Another man knelt before her and she took his penis between her lips, running her tongue against the underside of the head.
Unconsciously, her hands began to stroke her slick young body, cupping and caressing her proud breasts, skimming along her smooth flat belly, down between her legs to her soft, pulpy cunt mound. She rubbed a finger up and down her slit, pressing against her clit as she leaned back against the wall beneath the dripping shower head.
Her legs eased further and further aside as her finger rubbed harder, digging in between her cuntlips, mashing down against her sensitive clitoris. Her head rolled against the wall, her ass bouncing as she humped forward against her finger.
A low groan escaped her lips, interrupting the panting flow of hissing breath. She squeezed her breasts harder, digging her fingers into the soft, soap covered mounds, twisting and pulling on her nipples as her soap covered finger slowly twisted upward into her vaginal sheath.
"Oh God!" she moaned, her legs spreading further apart as she finger fucked herself. Her head rolled slowly against the hard tiles and her buttocks ground and mashed against them as she humped her loins against her fingers.
She felt the heat rising within her, pulsing up through her body from the furnace between her legs. She felt the slickness of her soap covered body, stroked her hands across it, caressing her smooth belly as her ass cheeks slapped against the wall.
She brought both hands up beneath her swollen breasts, cupping them, then mashing upwards and back against her ribs. Breath hissed out between clenched teeth as her rock hard nipples were ground into her palms. Her fingers dug deep furrows in the malleable flesh as she kneaded the firm meat.
Her right hand slid back down her belly and in between parted thighs, cupping her pussy mound, then dipping a finger into her cleft. She rubbed two fingers up and down her slit, sawing them between the wet, pulpy cunt lips, then her fingers curled and eased into her twat tunnel.
Her ass humped forward again as she slid the two fingers in to the knuckles, then ground the knuckles against her clitty.
Her mind was screaming at her, warning of the danger. What are you doing? What are you doing!! Are you mad? Any moment one of the other girls could walk in on her. The door was only a few feet away and only a small divider separated her from the entrance.
Nothing was as precious to her as her dignity and pride and she could think of fewer ways of utterly losing both than to be caught masturbating in the public shower room. She couldn't stop herself. Her cunt burned to high. Her head was too full of sensuous visions.
Her fingers pumped in and out, grinding over her mashed clitty on each pass. Her free hand roved across her slick body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, caressing her belly, sliding behind to fondle her buttocks, then easing up through the wet strands of her hair as her back arched in pleasure.
Her feet slithered apart on the wet floor and her body slowly slid down the wall until she was squatting against it, her fingers still pumping in and out of her moist cunt tunnel. Her buttocks grinding on her heels.
Her eyes were glazed, yet suddenly they focused. There on the counter, directly across from her, was her toothpaste. It was one of those new "pump" types, that she had dismissed as obviously phallic in nature, yet purchased for the convenience of their use.
The tube was a cylindrical tube with a softly rounded top. She groaned and rose to her feet, then shakily moved across the floor to the counter and grabbed the tube off the counter. Almost, she stopped, showered off and went back to her room, but her excitement was too much.
She raced down the room to a stall and ran inside. Still soapy and soaking, she sat on the stall and raised her feet, placing them on the seat beside her, then slowly eased the cock-like tube into her cunt slit. She whimpered a little in pain, her cunt unused to anything more than a finger, and even that seldom.
Brooke was a virgin. It wasn't fear that kept her that way, well, perhaps it was, but not of the usual sort. She wasn't afraid of sex itself, instead it was her pride and dignity that she feared for. All during high school she had been propositioned by handsome young boys, and always she had rejected them out of fear of them telling.
Tails of her and some boy in bed would have devastated her. She had something of a reputation of a prude. She was, after all, hall monitor, a straight A student, and President of the Science, Chess, and Business clubs.
She never wore revealing clothing, not even at the beach, which she seldom got near anyway. She could be counted on to always take whatever view point was the more conservative in any argument, which included her being against pre-marital sex, birth-control, abortion, and sex education.
Nevertheless, she had educated herself about sex, at least, to a degree. She never would have dreamed of asking her parents, and her friends, such as they were, would have been little help. Instead, she'd watched late at night, on the family's satellite dish, as lewd and obscene visions had been displayed for her disbelieving eyes.
She'd seen the women there, seen them on their hands and knees getting fucked and sodomized.
She'd seen them avidly sucking cocks, seen them with their legs pinned back against their chest, or worse, their ankles pinned up behind their ears. They all looked so, so, degraded, so shamed and demeaned.
How could any man ever respect her if he were to see her from behind, with her on her knees, presenting her sex organs to him as though she were a bitch dog in heat. How could he not deem himself smugly superior as he rode her like that, or shoved her legs back and apart to pierce her belly with his organ?
She was the daughter of J. Smithers Price the fifth. She had her dignity to uphold. She could neither have talk bandied about concerning her sex life, nor tolerate the demeaning positions she must assume for some boy or man to mount her.
And yet these visions persisted. Most were variations of the pornographic movies she'd seen as a teenage girl, usually with other faces attached to the bodies, hers in place of the woman, her Torts Professor for the man.
She forced more and more of the thick tube up into her body, wincing a little, but unable to repress a shudder of delight, either. A superb horsewoman, her hymen had disappeared some time ago, yet still there was pain, for her unused tunnel was very tight.
In her mind, she was a whore, bar hopping, picking up complete strangers, all of them hand- some and debonair. No. That was not right. Some of them were filthy beasts, arrogant, macho men with sneering grins who gladly used her body and then left.
She saw herself taken by a procession of men, each more crude and cruel than the other. She saw herself chained hand and foot, repeatedly violated by muscular men. Now almost the entire length of the tube was up inside her cunt. She held on to the bottom with two fingers as she rubbed her clitty with her other hand.
She slowly began to pump the tube in and out of her crotch hole. It wasn't easy. The tube fit in there like a cork in a bottle. She had to pull very hard on the plastic to slide it back out of her body, despite the moistness within herself.
It felt so hard up in her gut like that, and she groaned each time she pushed it fully into her gash. Her legs, bent tightly at the knees, fell apart to either side of the toilet. Her thigh muscles and tendons sent little signals of aching pain as they were stretched and strained.
Her breathing was coming in harsh little gasps and pants, and soft little sobs of excitement and dazed pleasure. She was working the tube in and out with some speed now, even approaching the forceful stroking she'd seen in the porno movies.
Her eyes were closed and in her mind she lay on her bed, legs apart, a muscular man, chest hairless, face a mixture of Professor Landis and Rob Lowe, was thrusting into her body. Her head slid backwards onto the tank and rolled from side to side.
Her breasts thrust outward, straining against the tight skin as she arched her back. Her cunt gave a powerful shudder and then sent a bolt of pure electric excitement deep into her belly. She gave a little cry of pleasure and slid her left hand up her body, caressing her flesh as it followed the contours of her body and eased up over the full round hillock of her left breast.
Then there were voices in the room. Her eyes opened wide and her lips closed tightly against a gasp of shock. Two girls had come into the room. They were chatting about some date one of them had had the other night. Brooke didn't know either by the voice.
A long minute passed as she slumped unmoving, then the sound of the water coming on from a pair of showerheads filled the room with its steady hissing patter.
Brooke's pussy was so hot, she wondered it wasn't melting the tube, which was half buried in her crotch. She pulled it a little ways out, then thrust back into herself. She grunted in pained pleasure, her loins spewing fire as an orgasm approached.
She pumped the tube in and out of her hole, increasingly heedless of being found. Her body shuddered and trembled as she flew upward and was caught in an orgasmic hurricane, her body jerking and humping and shaking on the toilet as she skewered her box with the toothpaste tube.
Even if a crowd that included both her parents, her grandparents, her brothers and uncles and half the student body were to crowd into the stall with her and stare in shock, she couldn't have stopped the furious pumping motions of her hands as she soared through an incredibly powerful, prolonged orgasm.
The tube pistoned in and out of her tight slit, her ass jerking and humping back up at it, her head thrashing from side to side as she whimpered and whined and grunted in ecstasy. Ferocious star bursts of white and yellow and red burst before her eyes as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure.
She didn't hear the showers go off, or rather, her ears heard, but her mind was occupied elsewhere. Her cries, soft and almost inaudible before, were now quite audible in the quiet room. She didn't know or care. Her orgasm was consuming her.
She pulled her legs back, slumping even further in the toilet seat, drawing her knees back to her chest as she savagely pounded the tube into her boiling, fleshy cunt slit. She didn't notice the feet under the door, nor the shapes that appeared before the cracks.
She arched her back again, her' legs straightening, shooting out into the air to fall against the corners of the stall before her.
Air puffed out between her lips, her cheeks bulging outward, then another shocking bolt of pure, white hot pleasure seared her body. She cried out, her legs bending and drawing back again, her hand still desperately punching the makeshift dildo into her cunt.
Two heads pressed themselves against the crack of the door in front of her. Giggles could be heard above her groans and sighs of pleasure. A pair of eyeballs stared through the crack as she jammed the dildo into her cunt and shook violently.
Her knees were again drawn up against her and she had slumped down to such an extent that she was practically lying on the seat, her knees up above her head. For this, she would later be thankful for. The orgasm gave her body another harsh shake, then spit it out.
She slowly began to come down to earth, now hearing the giggles of the two girls outside the stall and noticing as they hurried out of the room. Her mind began to coalesce into one piece and her body stopped its twitching and shaking.
Oh God!! What have I done?!
Her bleary eyes focused after several attempts and she looked around her, now remembering all her ears and eyes had seen, including the faces pressed against the crack of the stall door. She closed her eyes against tears of humiliation, her skin flushing a terrible beet red.
She got to her feet and opened the door, then peeked out. There was nobody else there. She rushed across to the rack where her robe was hanging and threw it on, heedless of the soap still coating her body. She grabbed her towel and other things and went to the door, listening for any sound.
She could hear nothing. She put the towel around her hair and head, then opened the door a crack. She could see two girls down the hallway, hanging around an open door. Surely they had seen her? Surely those were the ones. What were they waiting for?
She gulped fearfully, then covered as much of her face and head as she could with the big towel, and still see, and jerked the door open, running down the hall in the opposite direction.
"Wait!" she heard.
"Hey! When's the next show!"
"Who was the guy?"
There was a lot of giggling as well as she turned the corner and arrived at her door. She fumbled with the keys, then opened the door and hurried inside, closing it behind her.
She stood with her back against the door, chest heaving, skin still a dark red. Her mind was in overdrive, imagining all the horrible things that could come of this. Could the administration find out? Could they? Could they call her parents? Oh the humiliation of being expelled for public lewdness!
Was it possible they didn't know who she was? Surely they'd seen her face. Though perhaps they couldn't see very well through the crack. She took off her robe and threw it into the closet, her towel following.
Her skin was sticky with half dried soap. She couldn't go to classes like this. Her mind raced. Maybe they hadn't seen her. There was one certain way of finding out. She could go back there. No. They'd be there still. Wouldn't they?
She sat on the edge of her bed, mind spinning through all manner of possible consequences, hoping against hope that they either hadn't seen her or hadn't recognized her, and wouldn't. She was going to be too late for her first class. Maybe she could make her second. She stood up and went back to the closet, pulling out a different robe and another towel. She would give it a try. If they were still out there, at least she would find out for sure and be able to plan accordingly.
The hall was empty outside her door. She went out and closed it behind her, then, instead of turning left and going down the north corridor, she turned right and went down the south corridor, then around the far hall an back towards the shower from another direction.
Nobody was around. She pushed open the door and went inside. Again, empty. She hung up her robe and towel and went into the shower stall, then quickly turned it on and washed off the soap. She finished in minutes, dried off and picked up the hair dryer she'd left behind before.
She could always claim she'd simply found it here and was borrowing it. She turned it on and quickly dried her hair, fearing at any second that a horde of laughing, snickering girls would come in and point fingers at her.
She finished, then put down the dryer. She'd have to leave it here. If she walked out of here with it in her hand, there'd be no denying she was the one who'd run out before. Besides which, they might recognize it if she used it again some other time. She'd buy another. They were cheap, anyway.
She put on her robe and went out into the hallway, almost bumping into Holly Kewn on her way in.
"Hi." she said.
"Oh. Hi, Brooke. Hey! Heard the latest?"
"Hmmm?" She pretended indifference, something she was quite good at.
"Sara Cooper and Jeanne Banks were in here a few minutes ago and there was a girl in one of the toilets jerking off."
"That's disgusting." she said, without missing a beat.
"Isn't it? Incredible nerve, though." she laughed.
"They say she actually had a dildo and was, you know, doing herself with it in the toilet."
"I don't want to hear about that." Brooke said, fighting the trembling in her legs.
"I wonder who it was?"
"They don't know?" Brooke wondered.
"No. They're not perverts, after all. They just peeked in a little. They say they couldn't see her face because she was slumped way down and her knees were up in front of her."
"She's probably an Arts Major." Brooke sniffed. "One of those lesbian liberation types looking for friends."
"Yeah, probably. She'd probably find a few around here too. There's a lot of dykes in this place. Makes me nervous taking a shower."
"I have to go." Brooke said.
"Yeah, see you in Ethics."
Brooke was elated, her relief tempered only a little by the thought that either of the girls, or Holly could be lying.
CHAPTER TWO
Brooke made it to Contracts on time, assuming her seat in the sixth row, over to the left of where Professor Evans would stand behind the lectern. She was wearing a light brown tweed suite with a light green silk shirt, and a pair of shiny black low heel shoes.
Her soft brown hair was parted in the middle and fell straight down around her shoulders, flowing like spun silk, thick and luxurious, shining in the bright light from overhead.
More and more students arrived, noisily crowding through the half dozen big doors up above and behind her. The lecture hall held about two hundred students. It was shaped like a fan, with the teacher's area at the apex and the students in a series of gradually elevating rows around it.
Brooke always sat in the sixth row off to the Professor's right. It was close enough to see whatever he wrote on the board, and to be noticed, but without being so close that she was constantly called on and brought down to participate in debates.
Brooke believed she learned best by observing, not participating. When called upon, her answers were always complete, correct, and insightful. Still, she preferred not to make herself too well known.
Professors singled out students like that to do mundane and boring research assignments for them. There were no extra grades or marks in the work, and little gratitude, just lots of criticism should errors be made. Students always agreed, hoping to impress the professor with their competence and thus earn a recommendation upon graduation.
She didn't need that. She already knew where she would work, and didn't want to water down her grades by wasting time working for some ungrateful scholar.
She opened her books and waited as the class settled down around her. Professor Evans arrived, relatively young and handsome at forty five. He had a large, powerful looking body, being an obvious athlete, and a distinguished head of dark brown hair.
Unbidden, a carnal image popped into her mind, of herself beneath the professor, both naked, their mouths locked, arms wrapped around each other. She shook her head to clear it, flushing slightly. What the hell was the matter with her? Maybe she needed to see a psychiatrist.
* * *
She had several hours before her next class. She returned her books to her dorm room and then went back out. She needed to buy a new hair dryer, and a new tube of toothpaste, this one the normal kind and a different brand. She took her robe with her, the one the girls had seen hanging on the wall. It, and the towel were in a garbage bag and she dumped it down the chute.
She walked down the walk, her heels skipping on the cold stone, then reached Brooks street and crossed, leaving the campus. She walked down Elm street towards the pharmacy. She tensed as she crossed Rupert and approached the sex shop that occupied the corner.
She had to pass it to get to the pharmacy, and could never resist a hurried peek at the display window as she passed. Her head held firmly forward, but her eyes slid to the side as she walked in front of the store.
The leather outfits were prominent as always, along with chains and handcuffs, a plastic woman wearing a G-string, several types of whips, bunches of rubbers, and a bunch of books and magazines. What caught her eyes though, were the assortment of big vibrators and dildos, some of them amazingly real looking.
She imagined having one of those, and using it in her room. No way would she ever go in there and buy one though. How could any woman walk in there and purchase a big dildo? How could she face the man, or worse, the woman at the counter?
She passed and went into the pharmacy, buying a new hair dryer, new toothpaste, and an assortment of other things. She came back out and passed the sex store again, her eyes drawn to one huge dildo that looked to be over a foot long.
Would that ever be tight in her quim. How much of it could she fit inside herself? Surely not all? She felt her insides heat up at the thought. Surely those people saw all kinds of customers, and wouldn't be at all shocked by her. They didn't know her anyway.
She couldn't bring herself to go in, though. She walked back to the campus and back up to her room, then sat down and began studying the things she'd been assigned in Contracts.
An hour or so into her studies, her roommate Robin returned from one of her own classes, dropping a pile of books onto her desk as she yawned loudly and tossed her book bag into the closet and began to change.
Robin was a freshman Political Science Major. She was short, with curly, shoulder length blonde hair, a round cheerful face and truly huge breasts. Brooke occasionally envied her those tits, for their attention getting aspect if nothing else. Still, she was grateful that her own breasts, though a nice size, were not the big double Ds the little blonde had.
It was hard enough to be taken seriously in the legal profession without that. There were already too many instances when men she talked to looked first at her chest. She could only imagine how bad it would be if she were as chesty as Robin.
"Don't tell me you're finished classes already?"
"Naaa. I'm just goin' down to the pub for a couple of hours. I got another class at three."
"You're going to drink before your class?"
"Don't be such a wet rag, Brooke." Robin sighed. "There's more to life than school, you know."
"Well, good grades are important to me."
"Me too, but I'm not a fanatic about it."
"Who says I'm a fanatic." Brooke frowned, stung.
"Everyone who knows you. Geez, you never go out, you never date. Honestly Brooke, I don't know how it is you don't go insane from the boredom."
"I'm not bored. I enjoy the law."
"Well, I enjoy my studies too, but I like others things. Why don't you come to the pub with me and have a couple of drinks?"
"I have a class at two."
"Uh, huh."
"I do."
"There's more to life than classes, Brooke." Robin shook her head. She had hung up her jacket, and now popped the last button on her shirt and pulled it off, tossing it into her closet. She reached behind her and undid her bra, pulling it off with a sigh of relief and massaging the thick mammary meat that fell out.
"God I hate wearing that thing."
"You're way too big to wander around without a bra, Robin."
"I know that, but this one is just too tight."
"Why wear it then?"
"Doctor Caldwell is a starchy old prune and I don't want to give him any excuse to call me down. This one doesn't let me bounce around like most of the others, and it hides my nipples."
"It what?"
Robin shrugged, then popped open her pants and peeled them down.
"I have really big nipples and they poke through my clothes sometimes."
"They, uh... don't look that big."
"That's because, well... that's because they're not cold or, uh, irritated or anything. They get really, really big and hard and make really obvious marks against my shirts and sweaters." She tossed her pants into the closet, then pulled off her socks to stand there naked, save for a small pair of blue string bikini panties.
"So don't get excited in class, you little slut." Robin blinked in surprise, not used to any kind of humor from Brooke.
"Ha, ha." she said. "I don't have total control of my bodily functions. I'm not an ice queen like you."
"I am not an ice queen." Brooke glared, her eyes surreptitiously ogling the lush young figure standing before her. Though this was hardly the first time she'd seen the uninhibited blonde naked, it was the first time her mind turned to thoughts of sex with Robin.
"Right, sorry. Hey! Talk about a hot one... did you hear about that girl that was jerking off in the shower room?"
"I heard."
"Isn't that something?" she laughed. "She sure had guts to do that, or was really hot over something. I've thought about doing it myself, you know."she grinned. "It's kind of a turn-on being naked in semi-public like that."
"She's lucky she didn't get expelled, whoever she is." Karne's mind was filled with an image of Robin masturbating in the shower, maybe with a big dildo like she'd seen at the sex shop. She felt her own nipples hardening as her breasts swelled, and crossed her arms across her breasts.
"I doubt anyone would report something like that to the dean, unless it happens a lot."
Robin slipped on a pair of jeans, hopping up and down several times as she tried to fasten the catch. She grunted and muttered impatiently.
"Why don't you wear jeans that fit you." Brooke tsked.
"These fit me fine."
"Oh right. That's why you can hardly get into them."
"Just shut up and help me here." Robin padded over and stood directly in front of Brooke's chair, her breasts staring the brunette in the face.
"See if you can do this catch if I hold the pants together."
Brooke tore her eyes away from the thick, round, pendulous breast meat and reached for the metal catch, popping it tight as the blonde held her pants together and exhaled. Without being asked, Brooke reached for Robin's zipper and tugged it up.
"Thanks." Robin sighed, turning around and going back to the closet. Her ass cheeks were cut apart by the tight denim and stuck out like round little cupcakes.
Brooke slipped into a small bra, then donned a white shirt with gold buttons up the front. The long sleeved shirt had a tight hem that encircled the blonde's lower chest, leaving her midriff completely bare.
"Looking for attention?" Brooke commented acidly.
"Uh huh." Robin grinned. "Hey, if you got it... " She arched her back and turned to give Brooke a profile, then ran her hand up over her smooth rounded flanks and up across the swell of her breast. "... flaunt it." She pulled on a jacket and stuffed her feet into a pair of tennis shoes.
"Sure you won't come?"
"I'm not dressed for it."
Robin grinned and shook her head, then went out. Brooke stared at the door for a minute, then went back to her studies. She had a hard time concentrating. The image of her naked roommate kept popping into her mind. She didn't know why that should be. She'd never felt herself attracted to a woman before, well, not since she was about thirteen or so, and of course, she'd never done anything back then.
She stood up and went to the window, looking out, then wandered over to the other side of the room. Robin's closet was still open, as were a couple of the drawers of her dresser. Brooke gazed in, idly exploring the short dresses and slinky looking outfits.
She looked down into the drawer where Robin kept her lingerie and her throat caught a little. She opened it further, then reached in and fingered some of the sexy, filmy, lacy bras and panties she saw there. She herself wore sensible, supportive bras and warm panties. She had none of this... this... dirty underwear.
She picked up a tiny black triangle of material with a tiny thread of a waistband and another thread where the behind should be. This must be a G-string, she thought wonderingly. How could Robin wear something like this?
She picked up several tiny string bikini panties, feeling a quickening in her belly. She stripped off her clothes, including underwear, and slipped on Robin's G-string, then gazed at herself in the mirror, trying to look sexy.
Her pussy quickly warmed as she turned and posed for the mirror. She walked back to Robin's dresser and pulled out a green bikini bathing suit, then put it on. This was something Robin wore in public! The top only half covered Brooke's breasts, so would afford even less coverage to Robin, and the bottom had little more in the way of behind than the G-string.
She took it off and tried on a filmy teddy, arching her back and running her tongue across her lips, moistening them. She felt her chest catch, felt her nipples hardening. She thought about her cunt pressed against the very same spot on the bottom of the teddy that Robin's own cunt touched, thought about her nipples touching where Robin's had touched.
She imagined what had happened the last time Robin had worn this thing, wondered what the man looked like who'd taken it off the lush little blonde's body. She cupped her breasts, caressing her sensitive boobs through the thin fabric.
She peeled it off, unsatisfied, for the thing was too tight in places and too loose in others, notably the chest. She pulled on the G-string again, posing once more in the mirror. She spread her legs slightly and slowly ran her hands up her body from hips up to breasts.
She might not have huge breasts like Robin, but hers were nothing to sniff at. She was a thirty six C cup after all. She reached over and checked one of Robin's bras... Thirty eight DD. Little slut.
She squeezed her breasts, mashing the sensitive meat around in circles, then seized her nipples between two fingers, twisting the little nubs, pulling them out from her meat with enough force to distend her perfectly round breast meat, pulling them out into sharp cones.
She let go of her nipples, then smoothly ran her hands across the swollen mounds, noting the hardness of her little red-pink nipples. She slid a hand down between her legs, cupping her fuck mound through the soft fabric.
She sighed with pleasure, spreading her legs more. Her hand began to rub against her pussy through the thin material, going harder and harder. She pinched her fingers around the fabric itself and began to rub the G-string up and down against her cunt mound.
She felt the soft material caressing her cunt, her clitty, felt her pussy react with a storm of powerful sexual sensations. Her mind fluttered through image after image, some had her and Robin engaged in torrid sexual embraces, others had Robin and unknown men, men who fucked her hard, men who used her full young body for their own pleasure.
Robin worked the material up and down against her cunt, pushing hard, her breathing getting harsh and ragged. She pulled a chair over to the mirror and sat down, peeling the G-string off. Her legs were spread wide and her cunt faced the mirror in all its moist beauty.
She began to finger it, sliding a finger deep into her cunt crack and fucking it in and out. She rubbed the G-string against her cunt, especially over her clitty, her ass humping up off the chair as her juices bubbled and stewed.
She added a second finger to her honey pit, pistoning them in and out as she scoured her clitty with the soft black silk. Her breathing soon came in soft little grunts and coos, her eyes rolling, her body trembling.
She mashed the G-string against her cunt crack, pushing the thing into her cunt slit and using her fingers to force it in deep, until the last bit of material disappeared between her soft pink cunt lips. She arched her back, squeezing both her tits with her hands a she ground her thighs together.
She let her legs slip well apart then, sliding her fingers into her cunt crack, searching, fishing around for the G-string. She found it and slowly pulled it back out of her body, groaning in excited passion as it slipped across her clit.
She sawed the damp material up and down her cunt crack, slumping further, her legs coming up and apart as she humped and ground herself against the G-string. "Uhngh! Ungh! Ohhhhh! Oooooo! Unghhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she groaned, her head rolling from side to side as her cunt flared higher and higher, then blew off.
She rolled the G-string around her fingers and fucked them furiously in and out of her stewpot of a cunt, rubbing hard against her clitty as her soft cries and whimpers filled the room. Her lips drew into a round circle and air puffed out repeatedly.
Raging pleasure ripped along her nerve endings, igniting a firestorm of passionate sexual release. Her legs flailed and bounced in mid-air as the potent orgasm paralyzed her thinking processes. She grunted and mewled in bliss, her cunt pouring out steamy fuck juices.
Then, as the orgasm slowly eased its grip on her body, she pulled the sopping G-string out of her cunt and popped it into her mouth, sucking and licking at the dewy silk, her eyes closed in joy and bliss.
* * *
She watched the sex store from across the street. She'd already passed it twice on the other side and once on this. She was desperately trying to work up the courage to go inside, hoping against hope that she'd be able to find a G-string to replace the one she'd thoroughly wrecked during her lustful masturbation.
It wasn't just that the thing was soaked in her own fuck juice. She had also torn and twisted and wadded up the silk to such an extent that she knew Robin would notice something was amiss even if Brooke washed the thing first.
She had little alternative but to buy a replacement. That shouldn't be too hard. After all, it was just a simple black G- string. This place must have lots like it. She determinedly crossed the street again, then marched up to the door and went inside.
It was a bigger store than she'd thought, with several aisle of things better left unseen. There were a couple of men in the store, down the aisle to the left. She went down the aisle on the right. She peeked at the cashier, doing her best to pretend she thought she belonged here.
The cashier was a man, but an old man. Was that better or worse? Would she have preferred a woman? No. Yes! Well, an old man would be better, maybe. The door opened behind her as she was looking at a collection of rubber... what were they? Oh. They were fake cunts. Yech!
She moved on, noting that a couple had come in the door. That was good. She felt less like a promiscuous dirty whore with a seemingly normal looking couple in there too. She moved along the aisles, trying to ignore the things she saw there.
She darted down the next aisle and there found a big collection of underwear of all kind. She snapped up a black G-string with a sigh of relief. It was only a couple of dollars. Good.
She hesitated, then picked up a second G-string, then a third. One was blue, the other red. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Nobody seemed to be. She browsed through the selection of lingerie, pulling out a couple of tiny, sexy, virtually invisible lace panties and bras, then a tiny blue see through camisole.
She knew her face was blushing already, even though she was by herself. She moved up towards the counter, then stopped, transfixed. There was a row of dildos of all shapes and sizes. Her eyes locked onto a big black cock that even had a pair of testicles near the bottom.
Down on the next shelf were the vibrators. She picked one up and fingered the base. Her thumb hit a recessed button and the thing started to buzz and shake. She gasped in shock and almost dropped it, then turned it off and quickly put it back, looking around with a beet red face.
The dildos came in plain looking boxes that simply had the price of the article on it. She fought violently with her inner self, wanting to buy one but horrified at the prospect of going up to the counter and paying for it. Still, it was just an old man, and he couldn't see what was in the box.
She suspected though, that he would know perfectly well what was in he box. She bit her lip, agonizing over the decision. Then she abruptly grabbed a box at random, covered it with the lingerie and went up to the counter. She passed by the couple, who were in the next aisle over.
They were looking at a rack of whips and chains. As Karne passed, the man slipped a pair of handcuffs over the woman's wrists and closed them with a click. Brooke swallowed and hurriedly moved on. She got to the counter and stopped suddenly.
The old man was gone. Instead, there was a tough looking young woman there. She had short bleached blonde hair, and a rough face. She was wearing a leather vest over a tank top. The muscles of her arms bulged out, and there were several tattoos on them.
Brooke was on the verge of backing away when the woman's eyes caught her. Now it was too late. She shuffled forward and dropped her goods on the counter. The woman looked down at them and then up at the red faced brunette. To Brooke's horror, she grinned in amusement.
Brooke swallowed repeatedly, looking away, not wanting to meet the woman's eyes.
"You try these on?"
"Uhhh?"
"You try these on, honey?"
"I uh, no, uh."
"You realize there's no exchange, for sanitary reasons." Brooke felt like dropping through the floor.
"Why don't you go in here and try them on?" She pointed at a curtained doorway.
"No, uh... that's, uh... okay."
"Oh go on. Don't be shy." The woman sniffed, looking impatient. She turned and pulled the curtain open and ushered Brooke through the door.
"It's alright. I don't... I mean, it... it, uh, isn't necessary..."
"Just go in here." she showed Brooke a little changing room with a curtain across the doorway. Her big hand reached out and slid around Brooke's upper arm, hauling the reluctant young woman forward and pushing her through into the changing room. "Well, uh... " "Just try these on fast and I'll deal with these people." she said, turning back to the cash where the couple were standing.
Brooke was incredibly embarrassed, but was afraid of this rough, tough looking woman. She didn't want to refuse her wishes, but, well...
She looked down at herself. She was wearing a white turtle neck under a brown jacket, with a brown, knee length skirt, low shoes and white socks.
Maybe she could just... " "Well? I ain't got all day, girl."
"Uh, it's alright, really, I, uh... ummm...."
"Tsk." The woman's hands moved to Brooke's skirt, unclipping it and pulling down the zipper with deft movements.
"No! Wait... " Before she could do anything the skirt was halfway down her thighs. She grabbed for it but the woman pulled it down, shoving Brooke onto a bench. Brooke lost her balance and fell back onto the bench as the woman pulled her skirt up and off.
"Just a minute! Hey... "
CHAPTER THREE
The woman laughed as Brooke jumped up. Her hand went into Brooke's panties, her fingers sliding down into the brunette's curly pussy hair, then moving down under her crotch to cup her pubic mound in her big, fat, strong fingers. She squeezed, at the same time shouldering the smaller woman into the wall and mashing her lips down onto Brooke's.
Brooke gasped, her heart pounding in shock and fear. The woman rubbed insistently over her pussy, one long, thick finger probing at her fuck slit and then thrusting up into her. She gasped in pain and grabbed at the hand, but the woman seized her thick brown hair in her other hand, jerking her head up and to one side, then rammed her lips hard onto Brooke's, shoving her tongue in between the gasping open lips.
She pinned Brooke in the corner of the little changing room as she pumped her finger in and out of the brunette's cunt slit, then she grabbed the panties and ripped them down, shoving her back onto the bench again. She ripped the panties upward, lifting the girl's feet until the panties came free.
She dropped to her knees in front of the bench, her big hands going around the slender thighs, ripping them apart and pulling Brooke's ass up against the edge of the bench. She pushed her face into the soft curly folds of pubic hair, then slurped her tongue up and down the tight little slit.
"Noooo! P... P.. Pleeeeeaaassee!" Brooke whined. "I don't... I don't... " The woman's big hands slid further under the brunette, forcing their way under the soft buttocks, actually lifting them, holding Brooke's ass like it was a watermelon as she slurped and sucked and chewed on the soft pink meat before her. Brooke squirmed in mortification, feeling a growing lust m sweeping through her body.
"Stop it!" she whimpered, her ass jerking and bouncing in the woman's hands as the fat wet tongue continued to slurp and dart through the soft, pulpy pink folds of her cunt flesh. Her hands pushed at the woman's face, but weren't able to force her away, especially since her body was beginning to shake and tremble with lust.
She groaned as the woman slid her tongue up into her pussy, darting it about like a snake inside her box. She let go of Brooke's ass cheeks, instead thrusting two fingers up deep inside Brooke's cunt. Brooke gave a short sharp gasp and arched her back, her hands no longer pushing at the woman's face, instead were pulling at it.
She slumped lower on the bench, her legs wide apart as the woman's tongue soaked her entire crotch region and her fingers kneaded her tight flesh. She pried apart Brooke's cuntlips and bit down on her clitty, causing a hot burst of pain to slam into the girl's mind.
Then she ground her teeth from side to side on the ultra sensitive little piece of flesh, her fingers fucking rapidly in and out of Brooke's cunt tube.
"No." Brooke mewled. "No... no... no... no..."
Then she threw her head back and her ass jerked upward off the bench as a bolt of pure joyful heat slammed into her cunt.
"OOHHHH!" she cried, her eyes closing and her teeth grinding together.
The woman was sitting beside her then, her left arm around Brooke, her right buried in her cunt, fingers working madly. Brooke opened her eyes to find the bleary image of the rough woman's face coming against hers, then the woman's lips and teeth moved against the nape of her neck, Brooke cried out again as those teeth bit into her flesh and the woman sucked fiercely.
She jerked to her feet, breaking free from the woman, but staggered against the wall. The woman was on her at once, her hands going around the young brunette. Her right hand slid onto Brooke's cuntmound, squeezing and rubbing, her left grabbed Brooke's hair, pulling back and then twisting her around, flinging her against the wall.
Brooke looked at her breathlessly, her belly heaving and churning with sexual energy. The woman pulled her head back again and bit her on the throat, then transferred her mouth and teeth to Brooke's own mouth, biting and sucking and whipping her tongue around inside Brooke's oral cavity as the girl shook and trembled against her.
The woman pulled back, eyes gleaming as she smiled tauntingly. "Just warming you up, baby, so you can try on your purchase." she breathed. She reached down to the bench and pulled the box out of the pile of lingerie, flicking it open with a practiced thumb and pulling out a big dildo. It was the long, thick black one she'd been looking at before.
Brooke gave a sob, struggling weakly against the much stronger woman.
"Don't want, ungh... you to get the wrong... size." The woman gritted, forcing Brooke back into a corner. She brought her own knee up against Brooke's thigh, forcing the girl's left leg up and onto the bench. She used her own body to keep Brooke pressed into the corner and block her feeble efforts at resistance, then punched the hard knobby end of the dildo against Brooke's crotch.
Brooke gasped and shuddered, then tried again to pull away as she felt the rounded knob pressing against her cunt lips. She gave a long whimpering moan as the hardness of the black dildo forced her cunt lips aside and was slowly forced up into her body.
She clawed at the device, trying to push it away, but the big woman only laughed, reaching down and grabbing the dildo with both hands and giving a grunt of effort as she thrust it up into the college girl's cunt slit.
Brooke gave a cry of dismay, thrown, back into the corner, almost lifted off her feet by the force of the savage thrust. The thick black rubber cock stabbed deep into her soft pink cunt tunnel.
Her ass bounced against the wall, jerking and twisting from side to side as more and more of the hard rubber cock drove up into her guts. The blonde was laughing throatily, holding her forearm pressed against Brooke's throat as she pumped the dildo in her fuck chute.
"You know you want it, pussy! You wouldn't be buyin' this if you was gettin' any."
She pumped the dildo up and down, sliding the thick, ridged rubber back and forth inside the whimpering, sobbing girl's cunt tube. Brooke's shoe slipped on the bench and she almost fell. The blonde shoved her back hard, knocking her head against the wall.
Brooke was still wearing her jacket, sweater, and bra, was naked only below the waist. The blonde showed no signs of stripping her further though, concentrating on jamming as much of the rubber cock up inside her belly as would fit.
She mashed her lips against Brooke's again, blocking off her groans and sobs. She shouldered her into the corner, her left hand sliding down onto her firm round buttocks while her right pumped the dildo up and down in her twat tunnel.
She grasped and kneaded the soft hot meat of Brooke's ass cheeks, her fingers clawing and fondling as she grunted with the effort of forcing the dildo ever higher inside the smaller woman's tight sucking fuck tunnel.
The blonde pulled up on her sweater, forcing it upwards over the swelling mounds of her breasts.
She reached in and pulled Brooke's tits out of the cups, forcing the bra down under the soft white flesh so the twin mounds were squeezed together.
She bent and fixed her mouth over the straining right nipple, biting it hard, sucking fiercely as the brunette sobbed and whined and writhed against the wall. Her feet slipped apart and she slid downward just as the blonde thrust upward with the dildo. More rubber cock drove into her.
"Uhn! UNGH! UNGH!" Brooke grunted. "OH FUCK!"
"That's right baby." The blonde snickered. She hammered the dildo up and down inside Brooke's belly. Brooke could feel the hard head way up in the pit of her lower abdomen, jamming hard against her cervix, almost lifting her off her feet with each harsh thrust.
Brooke felt a climax burst over her, and humped her crotch out at the thrusting dildo. Her body shook uncontrollably, her fingers clawing at the walls as she shoved her own tongue back into the woman's mouth. Their tongues slid together until the blonde pulled back, pumping in time to Brooke's desperate humping motions.
"That's it, cunt! That's it! You know you need it! You gotta have that cock! Hot little pussy! Take it! Take it! Take it up your cunt hole! Bitch!"
She twisted the dildo inside Brooke's belly and the brunette hissed in shock, her ass slamming back against the wall.
The woman pulled Brooke to the floor, then squatted over her face. Brooke could see up beneath the tiny rubber mini the woman wore, and could see that the woman wore no panties. Furthermore, her pussy was shaved smooth. The bald snatch dropped onto her face, the moistness wetting her face as the blonde ground her crotch back and forth onto Brooke's face.
"Suck me off, you little whore." The blonde groaned, jamming her cunt into the girl's mouth. Brooke slurped at the cunt, unable to help herself. Her tongue darted out, lapping furiously, not even knowing what she was doing or why. She gave the blonde's smoothly shaven cunt mound a bath, soaking it in spittle as the blonde woman groaned and rubbed against her.
The blonde reached down, squashing and squeezing Brooke's breasts, then reached for the dildo, half buried in the girl's crotch. Brooke's thighs were spread apart, her legs flailing senselessly. She jammed the dildo back into Brooke's fuck pit using both hands, grinding the head against her cervix.
"Uh! Suck me! Suck me! Uh, Yeah! Yeah! uhhn!" the blonde gasped, rubbing her cunt against the tongue lapping at it, grinding her box onto Brooke's chin and lips and nose. She rodded the dildo back and forth between Brooke's clutching cunt lips, rasping it hard over the exposed clitty.
Brooke's feet drummed on the floor, bouncing and jerking as her legs flopped and her body writhed and shuddered. Another orgasm blew through her tremulous mind, shaking and mauling her senses, sending rippling fires of erotic pleasure along her limbs and into her belly and chest.
Brooke's legs were wide apart as her ass bounced and jerked on the floor. The big dildo was almost completely buried in her box, only a couple of inches sticking out of the round little hole between her legs. The blonde's eyes squeezed closed, her own body giving a violent shudder as she climaxed, she bent forward, her left hand flat against the base of the dildo.
Her right hand went behind her left and she slapped them both down hard on the base of the dildo.
"Take it!" she gasped, slapping her hands down. The dildo rammed against Brooke's cervix and the brunette cried out, her ass bouncing.
"Take it!" the blonde gasped again, slamming her hands against the base again, then again, then again. "Take it!" she groaned, "Take it!".
She pounded on the end of the dildo as the brunette shuddered, her body twisting and shaking, convulsing and contorting under her. The dildo disappeared into the flesh pink folds of her cunt, and the cuntlips closed tightly again, hiding the large rubber fuck tool.
The blonde's mouth came down on Brooke's pussy and she bit and sucked at her clitty and cuntlips. Her ragged breathing began to ease and she slowly pulled away, crawling up off the prone woman. She climbed shakily to her feet, looking down at Brooke, who still lay on her back, legs spread, chest heaving.
"Good... " the blonde panted. "It fits. She scooped up Brooke's panties and slid them back over her feet, then slid them up her legs, lifting her up to pull them firmly around her hips. She helped the bedraggled, dazed girl to stand, half supporting her as she helped her on with her skirt, then fastened it in place.
Brooke pulled her bra up over her tits and shakily slipped her sweater down over herself as the blonde gathered up her lingerie and pulled her out of the room and into the front. The old man was behind the cash and she pushed him aside, toting up Brooke's purchases quickly.
Brooke leaned exhaustedly against the counter, her mind reeling, her body still trembling. She didn't even hear the price, simply handing the woman a wad of bills, then gathering her bagged panties and staggering out of the store.
* * *
After a couple of blocks, most of her senses returned. The episode in the shop began to seem like some kind of weird, perverse dream. It had all happened so fast. How? How did it, how could it have happened at all? What had been wrong with her? Why didn't she do something?
She was uncomfortably aware of the big black dildo up inside her cunt. Her guts were cramping with the force of the hard rubber rubbing against the innermost parts of her belly. She had to get home and take it out! She couldn't move very fast, though. Her movements made the dildo jerk and twist inside her. God! She was insane! How could she!? What was worse, how could she have liked it???
She made it back to her dorm, sniffing back tears of misery and self hatred, and tore off her panties. She squatted on the floor, hiking up her dress and pushing with her cunt muscles. She grunted and strained, eventually forcing the deep, thick, tightly lodged rubber cock to slide its base out between her pussy lips to where she could grab it in her fingers and pull it out all the way.
Her cunt groaned in relief as the big hard dildo came free. Brooke angrily threw it under her bed, sitting down on the floor, back against the wall. She shook her head, wondering how it all could have happened, whether it might just have been some perverted dream.
The evidence lay before her, though. The paper back with the lingerie sat on her bed, and she knew what sat underneath the bed. She pulled off her shoes and socks, then stood up and stripped naked. She put on a robe and went down the hall to take a shower.
After thirty minutes under the hot, steamy water and several hard scrubbings of her body, she was starting to relax and feel a little clean again. She couldn't, despite her intelligence, understand how she had become so weak kneed as to allow that woman to all but rape her.
She wasn't even attracted to her, the woman was very far from being pretty, and certainly didn't seem like the kind of person she would ever want to associate with, let alone sleep with.
As if she had heard a cue, Robin padded into the room, wearing only a bath towel.
"Hi, Brooke." she said, her voice squeaky high and cheerful.
"Hi." Brooke sighed.
Robin dropped the towel, tossing it over a hook, and climbed up onto the shower platform beside Brooke. Brooke tried to keep her eyes away from the lushly visible flesh, turning towards the wall, closing her eyes as the shower pelted down onto her face.
After long seconds had passed she let her head drop, then opened her eyes. She turned to the side and saw Robin, her head full of shampoo, her hands scrubbing at it. Robin's eyes were closed and Brooke watched helplessly drawn to the nubile body, bac arched, ass pushed out, and big fat titties thrusti up and out to either side.
Her body glistened as water slid down her frame, and Brooke was seized by an almost overpowering urge to take her in her arms, to kiss her, to suck those big nipples and squeeze that little ass. She grit her teeth, turning away, trying to ignore the burning desires welling within her belly.
She turned off the water and shook her head, squeezing some of the water out of it. She moved down to the counter, lifting up her own towel and drying herself thoroughly, as if the harsh, brisk movements would take her mind off the naked girl behind her.
She turned to the mirror, picking up her brush to do her hair. Unconsciously, her eyes strayed to Robin's image behind her. The little blonde was soaping up her body. Brooke watched as the hand rubbed soap across her breasts, then down her side and in between her legs.
She swallowed and turned on the dryer, brushing her hair harshly, despite the pain, desperate to get away before she did something that would disgrace herself. Something else, she thought, with a savage mental kick at herself. At least the woman in the shop didn't know her from Eve.
She donned her robe and hurried out of the bathroom, going back to her own room and quickly dressing so she would not be naked at the same time as Robin. She grabbed the bag off her bed, pulled out the black G-string and stuck it back into Robin's dresser, then grabbed some books just as Robin came in. The little blonde looked as perky as always, her smile bright and cheerful.
"Going to class?" she asked, tossing the robe away.
"Uh uh. See you later." Brooke blurted out, hurrying out of the room and down the hall. Her head was whirling with graphic images of herself and the blonde woman, only in her head it was Robin, not the strange, husky, mean looking woman who had fucked her so harshly.
She shook her head, as if to clear it, cursing under her breath. Why were these awful things happening to her? What was wrong with her that she kept having these lewd, disgusting images and urges? Why, she wanted to fuck Robin. Robin! What was with her? She'd never shown any gay signs before. Why now?
She made it to class in time, but heard very little of the lecture. Instead her mind continued to ponder this strange obsession that was taking hold of her, and continued to flash over carnal, crude, sensuous images of herself and other Robin, as well as the blonde, and various men, some of whom she didn't even know.
Also, where her sexual fantasies of men used to be soft and romantic, focusing on the loving there were be between them, on the soft light and the smooth melding of bodies and souls, now her fantasies were all raw, crude, obscene graphic images, focusing on sex organs, on brutal thrusting and grinding and moanings.
What would it be like, she wondered, to feel a real man between her legs, fucking her. Fucking her! Maybe I should try it soon before I turn into a homo, she sniffed to herself. Homos were not treated with much respect in the legal community in general and certainly wouldn't be well received by her parents.
She trembled at the thought of letting a man at her body, letting him use her. Who could she do it with? Who's respect did she not care about? Who could she tolerate looking at her with knowing eyes thereafter?
Nobody here at school, that was certain. What she needed was someone like that woman at the shop, someone she didn't know and who didn't know her. A quick, once only fling to ensure her heterosexuality. Maybe that was it. Maybe she'd just gone too long without sex.
She'd heard of people getting desperate for sex after going without for a long time. She hadn't known it applied to virgins, but then, she wasn't a true virgin, not without her cherry, and especially after doing herself with that tube of toothpaste and letting that awful woman use that dildo on her.
So how would she find a man to fuck her? Well, it shouldn't be that hard. Men were all complete sluts. She'd just pick one out and ask. She felt a bolt of excitement at the thought. God! What a slutty thing to do! Imagine going up to a complete stranger and asking him to fuck her!
But a complete stranger was what she needed. She didn't have time for all that dating shit. She had mid-terms coming up. Besides, she didn't want him knowing who she was. She'd fuck him and get it over with, see what it was all about, make sure she was healthy sexually, then get back to her studies.
* * *
Robin went out that night, as usual. Brooke waited until she was gone, then jumped out of her chair, pulled on a pair of black pants and a bright red blouse, took down her jacket from a hanger, and went out herself. She would simply find one of those sleazy pickup bars and pick up somebody.
Half an hour later she was at a place called Guidos. She walked in, sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and began to scan the room, looking for someone attractive but safe looking. After all, she didn't want to get some weirdo and wind up in pieces in a dumpster.
The place was crowded. There were dozens of steel and glass tables scattered around. The walls were a dark blue, and the long bar was silver. Pounding rock music came over the sound system, so loud she could hardly hear herself think.
Just below the sound of the music was the babble of many people speaking at once. She looked around, scanning and rating the men who seemed to be alone. She knew basically how this was played, but was in a hurry. She wasn't, after all, searching for a meaningful relationship, just a hard fucking to get her mind off smutty sex.
Still, she was frightened. She'd never been seen naked by a man before and the idea was scary. She'd never seen a man naked in person either, especially his, uh... his thing. Well, she knew how things were done in bed and she was sure the guy would have more experience than her.
"Would you like to dance?"
At first she didn't hear him for all the noise. He had to tap her on the shoulder and then repeat himself. She glanced appraisingly at him as he grinned and looked on inquiringly.
"Okay." she said. She let him take her hand and lead her out to the dance floor, where the danced a couple of dances. He wasn't bad, really. They moved back to the bar where he introduced himself as Bruce. Perfect. She couldn't imagine knowing anyone named Bruce.
He was just telling her about his work, he was fireman of all things, when she decided he might as well be the one. She glanced at her watch, then back at him, holding up a hand to still his chatter. He stopped obligingly.
"I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but I have a request."
"Uh, well, ask."
"I know this is going to seem a little slutty, but could we go to your place and have sex?" She felt her face reddening as she said it. Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief, then he looked around, as if to see if this were some kind of joke being played on him.
"You kidding?"
"No. I don't do this often. In fact, I don't ever do this. You see, I'm too busy with my studies to worry about sex and stuff, so I think maybe it's affecting my work and I'm starting to get these really disgusting images and daydreams and fantasies and it's making it hard to concentrate and I'm thinking strange thoughts about my roommate, and... " She was babbling like an imbecile. He was looking at her like she'd just fallen out of a space saucer.
"Look, if you don't want to... " "No, no, no!" I'll be glad to! My pleasure!"
"Do you have some place we could go to?"
"Uh, well, I have a roommate, too."
"Well, what about a motel, then? They don't cost much, do they?"
"I uh, don't think they do, no."
"Fine, we'll go to the closest motel. Do you have a car?"
"Yes ma'am." He led her across towards the door by the arm, then walked her out onto the street. "What did you say your name was?"
"Chris." she lied.
CHAPTER FOUR
Their conversation during the brief drive was minimal. Bruce, if that really was his name, was too busy twisting his head back and forth, both watching for a motel and continually surveying and evaluating her body through the clothes she was wearing.
Not that that was an easy task. She didn't have any slutty clothes like Robin, and her pants and shirt weren't particularly revealing, being neither tight, nor transparent. The black pants were for school, and the bright red shirt, though it went very nicely with her brown hair, had been a birthday present from Robin.
Bruce, with growing realization that things were in the bag, began to abandon whatever thin veneer of cool and sophistication he had put on for show at the bar. His face took on a leering, eager look, and as they drove along, he suddenly put his right hand on Brooke's leg and began to slide it up and down.
Brooke didn't much like it but did nothing to dissuade him, since she was, after all, here for sex with a man. She was feeling a few qualms about the guy though, since he was beginning to seem more and more like a male version of the tattooed blonde from the store.
His hand slid between her thighs and squeezed her crotch several times as he laughed enthusiastically.
"Bet you can hardly wait, huh baby?" he grinned.
"Right." she said, unenthusiastically.
"Hey, I don't blame you. The ol' Bruce is a hell of a stud in bed, lemme' tell you. You won't regret it. I wish all the chicks were like you, save a helluva lot of time if they'd all just come up and speak their minds."
"Uh, huh."
"Don't get me wrong, sometimes I like the chase, but it's the catch that's the fun part. Nothing like a good fuckin' to clear your sinuses. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
What a weasel, she sighed to herself. She just hoped he was good in bed. She didn't want her first fucking to be by an incompetent. Bad enough it was by a dork.
His hand slid off her crotch and up onto her chest, cupping and squeezing her breasts, then slid back down, the fingers sliding under the waistband and pushing into her pants. He snickered in delight as his big paw felt her pussy hair through the thin, lacy panties she had worn.
They twisted under the little triangle and rubbed against her bare pussy, twisting her cunt hairs painfully, before scraping up an down her slit. He twisted his hand around inside her pants, forcing her panties aside as he forced a hard finger into her cunt box.
She repressed a hiss of annoyance, fighting off her condescension and snobbery, trying to abandon herself to her own body's sensuous pleasures. She took deep breaths, convincing herself to ignore the indignity, for after all, indignity was the female's place during sex.
His finger had squirmed up into her cunt hole and was slowly pumping in and out. Her cunt was moist and his finger was rasping across her clitty, whether by deliberate aim or because of the angle, so the feeling was becoming quite pleasant.
"Like that babe? Yeah. I can tell you do. Hot little slut, ain't you?" he taunted. "There's one!" he yelled, turning the wheel hard over and squealing the tires as he pulled off the road and into the drive of a tiny, grubby looking motel.
"Isn't there someplace better than this?" Brooke demanded, sitting up and looking around in disgust.
"Hey, I ain't payin' for the Hilton, baby. This'll have a bed and four walls." He got out and went into the little office. She saw him talking with the guy behind the counter, laughing about something. They both turned to look at her, and she figured it was her being discussed.
He probably thought she was a cheap whore for coming on to him like that. That embarrassed her somewhat, but she'd expected it. She was sacrificing respect for anonymity. Better to have a complete stranger think the worst of her than some guy she saw ever day.
He came back and got into the car, then pulled along and stopped and parked alongside the row of doors and windows. He got out and she followed as he unlocked number eighteen and held it wide for her. He waved his arm gallantly as she passed him and went inside.
The place had a big double bed, a television and not much else. There was a table in a corner, with a couple of chairs, and a bathroom on the other end. The paint was peeling in several places and there was a big chunk of plaster missing from the wall over the bed. There were also stains on the rug.
She looked upward and saw that there was a big mirror on the roof over the bed. She'd heard of those things but never dreamed she'd actually see one.
Bruce closed the door and came into the room. Then he was pressed against her back, his loins rubbing against her buttocks. She could feel a hardness there, an obvious erection. Even through their pants, the feel of it sent a burst of heat into her belly.
His big arms came around her and cupped her breasts roughly, then squeezed them, fingers digging into the flesh as his face pressed against her. His lips nuzzled at the nape of her neck and he kissed her, nibbling lightly. Then his right hand slid off her tit and rubbed against her belly, before undoing the catch on her pants, unzipping them and shoving them downwards.
The loose pants slid down her legs to pool at her feet as Bruce's hand cupped her mound through the little panties. He continued to kiss and lick the side of her neck as his right hand slipped back upwards, undoing her buttons one by one.
Then he pulled her shirt open and back off her. She stepped out of the pants, kicking off her shoes as well. She was naked, save for the tiny lace bikini panties and the little lace half-bra. Bruce squeezed her breasts again, then turned her roughly around and kissed her on the lips, his mouth open and urgent.
His left hand cupped and fondled her right breast as his right slid down her back and into her panties, rubbing and kneading the firm rounded flesh of her buttocks. His hand crushed her little ass cheeks.
His lips slid over her face, kissing her cheeks and forehead. He fooled with her bra, then cursed and tore it open.
"Hey." she complained. He ignored her and lowered his mouth with a sigh of pleasure, fastening his lips around her left nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue working avidly at the little pink bud.
Brooke was feeling more and more excited, her own intense exhilaration at the lewdness and sluttiness of her actions now combining with sensations of sexual delight being brought out of her sensitive body. As crude as Bruce might be, his hands seemed to know what they were doing: Certainly, his mouth did.
Her breast felt like it was being devoured. She groaned and closed her eyes, shuddering in pleasure as his mouth worked over her nipple and the surrounding tit flesh. He was hurting her breasts with his hard squeezing fingers, but she didn't complain. He sucked deeply, his tongue fluttering around her nipple and skin as his lips opened and closed. His teeth lightly ground against the nipple.
His right hand was cupping her tit, mashing the flesh together and bulging it outward for his mouth to chew and suck. Her skin was taut, both with her own excitement and the pressure from his fingers, and her nipple was as hard as she'd ever known it to be.
His left hand was sliding up and down the crack of her ass, rubbing the cleavage between her soft buttocks and sliding downwards to their base to rub across her pussy mound. Then he thrust a finger up into her quim, wiggling it around inside her as he shifted his mouth onto her other tit, sucking in her other nipple.
She looked down, dizzily, seeing her left breast so big and round and hard, the nipple deep red and fully erect, glistening with the moistness of his mouth's juices. His fingers were still opening and closing against the underside of it, mashing its round form, distorting it, twisting and squashing it.
He flung her on her back on the bed, pulling his own sweater up and off in a single motion, tossing it on the floor. She stared up at him, breathless, as he ripped open his belt and pants and shoved them and his underwear down in a single motion, bending to kick them off.
He stood up naked, his big, bulging organ bouncing up and down from his movement. It was red and purple, angry looking, and it was pointed right at Brooke. She swallowed nervously, her excitement and apprehension peaking as she beheld the big, raw, wet looking male organ that would soon be rucking into her most private, most sensitive place.
He jumped into bed and flopped down on his side, next to her, his right hand immediately dropping onto her belly, then sliding down to cup her crotch through the little panties. His left slid under her head, gripping her hair, pulling it hard enough to make her cry out as he turned her head towards him. Then his lips crushed down against hers.
She returned the kiss, tentatively at first, then with growing passion, her hands pressed against his chest. He jerked the thin string of her panties down her hips and she raised her ass and legs to let him slide them off. Then she spread her legs as his hand returned to her moist, heated crotch.
He palmed her cunt mound, squeezing lightly, then began to rub his fingers up and down the narrow cleft, sawing away at her clitty their tongues slid and rasped together. She followed his tongue with her own, rubbing against it as it circled around her mouth, then following it as it retreated into his mouth.
He shifted his weight, pressing her back onto the bed, half laying atop her as he pawed and caressed her soft flesh.
"What, a hot little piece you are." he groaned, his hand roaming up and down her silky body, snaking beneath her to cup her buttocks, then moving around and back up to her breasts. He lowered his lips to her right nipple, sucking at it once again as his right knee moved between her thighs and began to grind and mash against her crotch.
His crinkly pubic hair and hard, bulging erection pressed against her thigh as he rubbed himself against her. She sighed in passion, noting the heat of his organ against her flesh, how different it felt from the rubber cock the blonde had used.
Her cunt lips were dilated slightly, shimmering wet and hot as his hand roamed across them. Then she gave a low moan of pleasure as his hand returned and a finger thrust up into her. He began to fuck her with his digit, steadily rubbing it in and out across her clitty while his mouth worked on her breast meat.
She murmured joyfully, feeling her cunt twitch and quiver under his constant ministrations. She closed her eyes, laying back and letting the sensations flow into her. His mouth transferred from her nipple to her mouth, which already gaped open. Again, she returned the kiss, their tongues jousting together as her ass began to grind into the bed.
She humped slowly upwards in time to his constant finger fucks, her right leg was pressed into his, but her left stretched wide as she sought to open herself more fully to his pumping finger. He added a second, sliding them in and out of her sopping cunt box as she humped up against them.
She felt filthy, despite her excitement. He was masturbating her! Of all the disgusting, embarrassing things... She couldn't stop him though, couldn't resist as his fingers continued to pump inside her wet cunt.
Her heart pounded with excitement, a loud hammering that she thought he must surely hear. Her belly fluttered and her feet and toes twitched and jerked. She was feeling a hot growing buzz between her legs, a blissful sensation that sent a kind of desperate, crazed lust into her soul.
He rolled over, fully atop her. Her legs spread around him and she felt his cock against her crotch and lower belly. She reached down for him but he knocked her hands away, grabbing it in his own hand, centering it against her hot, pulsing cunt clef.
Then he pushed forward and the head of his prick made contact with her hole. Brooke groaned in pleasure as it slid into her, the fat, bulging head forcing her cuntlips open as it thrust violently down into her quim.
She brought her arms around him but he knocked them away with a curse, then he reached for something she didn't see. He brought a long piece of leather out of somewhere and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, tying them together as he grinned down at her.
She looked at them in confusion, trying to pull her hands away, but they were already firmly locked together. He shoved her arms back above her head and tied the strip of leather to the bedpost.
Brooke jerked feebly, wonderingly, trying to move her hands, but the leather was very strong and very tight. Bruce began to fuck her then, pounding his prick into her crotch hole.
He brought up his right hand, forcing his two fingers into her mouth.
"Suck them, whore. Suck your own cunt juice!" he sneered.
He pumped them in and out and she closed her lips and sucked, tasting, she realized with astonished delight, her own fuck juices. He pumped the fingers back and forth in her mouth as she suckled joyfully.
Then his cock shoved forward, into a tight, but clear and well lubricated tunnel, moving into her with one smooth, hard, unerring thrust that filled her to the brim. She groaned loudly, feeling the fullness of the penis as it embedded itself inside her crotch tunnel.
She felt its soft head pressing against the deepest part of her cunt, up near her cervix, and felt her body give a violent shudder, a prelude to orgasmic release. Just as her body began to shake, she noted how different, how much better, more natural, how much softer and warmer this cock was to the fake rubber one.
Then she arched her back with such pressure she threw him upwards. He supported himself on his elbows on the bed as her chest bowed and her head twisted under her, her round breasts pushing up and apart, two perfect symmetrical mounds of lovely white silky skin.
Her cunt spasmed and sucked and squeezed on his prong as he humped rapidly in and out, rasping his cock against her clitty as she came with a furious release of tension and energy. She grunted and moaned and sighed, cursing and muttering unintelligible words as her body bounced and shook through a deep, long climax.
Then she flopped back onto the bed, her legs sprawled open, spread-eagled and unmoving. Bruce settled back onto her, his weight coming down onto her heaving chest as he kissed her deeply. She had little strength to return it, lying there tiredly.
He began to pump into her again, this time using fast, grinding movements, his body sliding up and down hers, stroking its hairy length against her soft belly and breasts. His fuck meat rode back and forth in her tunnel, rasping across her clitty as his mouth shifted from her throat to her lips to her cheeks to her ears.
His hands were stroking her hair, tangling and twisting the shimmering brown folds around his fingers as he ran his cock into her. She grunted and whined each time he pulled her hair back, and his eyes gleamed in response. She felt the heat in her body re-ignite, though it had never fully diminished. She was aware of every inch of cockmeat in her cunt each time it rode into her and then slid back out.
She gazed upward, seeing their image in the minor above the bed. Her body was spread-eagled beneath his, the torso covered, her arms locked together above her head. His body was firm and rigid, his ass rising and falling as he drove his prong down into her. Her blood surged at the picture.
His body was a warm, hard weight atop her own hot flesh. She looked again up at the mirror, then her legs came up and encircled him and she began to hump back up at his cock.
He bit into her cheeks, his tongue lapping at her like a dog. His movements became faster, his strokes deeper, more forceful. She grunted, humping back at him, her body trembling and shaking with orgasmic fever. Then he reached back and grabbed her legs, pulling them back, shoving them against her chest.
Her cunt was fully open and she gazed down dazedly, seeing her own cleft and the hard red cock pumping in and out. A tremendous heat blasted through her mind as she looked down at the pumping cock entering her body. He pushed back hard on her legs, bending her nearly in two as he raised himself up and began to fuck in earnest.
His cock pounded down her cunt hole, his hips slapping hard into her buttocks as he drove the purplish knob up and down her tunnel. She mewled in happiness, the degradation of her position only adding to her excitement and exhilaration.
He came, his lips pulled back into a grimace and his cock pistoning into her fuck hole. She groaned in empathy and felt a burst of triumph as he trembled and shook and pounded his cock into her. Then she came as well, knowing his cock was spitting his seeds deep inside her belly.
Her cunt spasmed and twisted, sucking down his juice as she cried out in delirious pleasure and rocked back up against his plunging fuck-prong.
"Uhngh! UNghh! Unghh! Unnnghhhh! Fuuuckk! Ooohhhh! Godddd! Goouhoouh-hhhoodddddddd!" she groaned, her body thrashing and writhing beneath him as electric sexual release crackled up and down her spine.
They lay back tiredly, recovering. His hand stroked the soft heat of her belly.
"You're a good little fuck, babe." he sighed, shoving the hair back out of her forehead. He leaned over and kissed her, the kiss hard and bruising. "Now you're gonna suck me up so I can give it to you again."
"uhh... huh... what?" she murmured, her eyes opening and closing tiredly.
"Suck my cock. Those pretty lips of yours'll have it hard in no time." He undid the leather cord from around her wrists and helped her into an upright position. Then, to her surprise, he twisted her around onto her belly and pulled her arms up behind her.
"Wha... what are you doing?"
"Just hold it a minute, pussy... there." He bound her wrists together again, this time behind her back. She pulled worriedly at them, trying to pull free.
"Untie me!" she demanded, starting to worry that he might be some kind of dangerous psycho.
"When I'm good and ready." he grinned. He gripped her hair, pulling her up off her belly as she squealed in pain, then pulled her around off the bed and pushed her to her knees on the floor.
"Now this is the perfect position for a woman to be in." he taunted. "On her knees, with her hands tied, and her mouth full of cock. Suck mine off, sweet cheeks." He pulled her forward by the hair and mashed her face against his soft cock.
She felt degraded and cheap as her face rubbed back and forth against his crotch, but a harsh, blistering hot excitement stabbed into her cunt. To be little more than a sex toy, to a virtual sex slave! What an incredible erotic scene!
She stared at the thing, now flaccid and ugly. She reached forward and touched it with her lips, almost recoiling, but instead bringing her lips forward. She opened her mouth and took his cockhead and a bit of the shaft inside, then, closing her eyes in disgust, closed her lips and began to suck.
She sucked like it was a straw, then changed to a popsicle, sliding her lips up and down the thing, sucking it inside her where it curled up against her cheeks. She began to stroke her tongue along the thing, working it up and down the length as she ground her mouth down on it.
She tasted again her own juices, which coated his cock, as well as his sperm, finding the combined taste to be rather pleasant. She slid her tightly clamped lips backwards, letting the thing slowly pull back out of her mouth, stretching it out straight as she sucked on the head.
She thought she detected a hardening, but wasn't yet sure. She continued sucking, working her tongue around the shaft then down around his balls as well. Now she knew it was hardening and knew victory, and anticipation. She wanted this thing hard for her, wanted it inside her again.
She began to bob her lips back and forth on the glistening length of fuck meat, wondering excitedly, whether she looked like those slutty girls she'd seen in porno movies. She continued to bob up and down, her tongue diving and sliding around and around the nearly erect prick.
His hands came down and pressed against her head, pushing her downwards. He grabbed a thick chunk of her hair and used it to pull and jerk her head around on his prong. She thought briefly, partly angry, partly excited, about how demeaning this was for her, but then shook off the thought, breaking free, pulling her lips off his now erect cock and trying to crawl upwards over his body.
He growled and pulled on her hair, grabbing her under one arm and jerking her upwards along his body until she was over his hips. She straddled his hips as he grabbed his cock, pulling it upwards, holding it erect beneath her as she slowly sank her cunt back down onto it. She all but squealed in delight as she sat down on the thick organ, taking it fully into her cunt crack and feeling it slide up into her belly.
She sat down on it, her legs were bent, her knees pressing into the bed to either side of his body. But she supported all her weight on her ass, letting the cock push up into her as deep as it could go. She sat there unmoving for long moments, revelling in the feeling of the full, deep penetration, constantly pulling at the leather binding her wrists, as if the mere fact of her being bound excused her lewd conduct and allowed her to fully enjoy the eroticism of the moment.
Bruce's hands came up and cupped her breasts and she arched her back, pushing them against his hands as her head rolled slowly and she ground herself against his belly. Then she came again, her body shaking and quivering in delight, her cunt rubbing furiously against his belly as she twisted the big cock around inside her guts.
She dropped forward then, her lips seeking his, then began to hump her ass up and down on the steely prick, her body quaking with excitement, with sexual release and fulfilment at the same time as a new and bigger climax built within her.
She rolled and rocked her ass and crotch up and down on his penis, amazed at the pleasure shooting into her each time she slid her throbbing, pulsing cunt sheath up or down on the hard, wet, knobby rod.
Then Bruce began to hump up into her, doubling the force as his cock thrust deeply into with each stroke. She grunted and moaned, her hands roaming excitedly through his hair as their lips mashed and moved together.
His hands came down and cupped her buttocks, squeezing the flesh and riding up and down on them as she rocked atop him. She stopped rocking, kneeling forward as she mashed her breasts against his chest and ground the nipples against him.
Bruce continued to thrust upward though, sending his hard fuck- meat skewering up into her twat with hard pumping movements. Then she started rocking again, slapping her ass down to meet his upward thrusts, taking the hard cockhead against her cervix, feeling a jolt of pleasure with each impact.
She thought she could hear, could sense through her bones, a kind of dull thumping noise each time his hard cockhead drove against her cervix, and grunted in delight, her mind spinning with lust and desire as she rocked and humped and bounced atop him.
She came again, her body jerking and thrashing wildly, her ass bouncing and bucking on his cock, her mouth open and wailing in pleasure as a deep bursting flower of fiery ecstasy spread out through her body.
Again he came, sending his seeds spitting upwards into her spasming sucking belly, feeling her drain off his every white wad as his own body stiffened and shook. He bucked violently upward, instinctively pounding his cock into her crotch with as much force as he could.
They slowly relaxed, Brooke draped over his body, his arms around her. They hardly moved for a long minute, his cock softening inside her velvet glove. Then he rolled her over and off, slowly sitting up and yawning in tiredness.
"I gotta be getting home." he growled. He looked at her bound body with a sneering grin. "Maybe I ought to just put you in the trunk and take you with me." She quavered slightly, knowing he was joking, but knowing also that it was a true desire, that if he could do such a thing, he would.
Instead he turned her on her belly and untied her, taking the leather with him.
"We'll meet again, baby, you and me, an' then we'll have more time for fun."
He began donning his clothes. He didn't speak again until he was dressed, then he gave her a mock salute said bye, leaving. She lay back tiredly, pondering what had just happened.
She'd obviously liked it, so she guessed she wasn't a homosexual. But she'd liked the thing with the blonde woman too. And as she thought about Robin's naked body, she still found it attractive and... well... exciting. What was she then, bisexual?
That wouldn't be so bad, would it? But was sex always as impersonal as this? In a way that was good. She didn't want to get personal with either Bruce or the blonde, but she wouldn't mind a little cuddling and kissing and soft nuzzling either. She wouldn't mind doing it with someone she cared about too.
She didn't feel as cheap as she thought she would. Actually, that was wrong. She did feel cheap, extremely cheap and slutty, but she didn't feel bad about that. In fact, she kind of found it exciting. Imagine, her, Brooke Price, picking up a complete stranger and taking him to a cheap run down motel, then fucking the socks off him!
Her friends, her family, even her acquaintances, would never believe it. She hardly believed it herself. She gazed up at her own naked image, then ran her hands up and down her body, watching her double emulate her. She slid her right hand down into her crotch, feeling the heat and wetness there.
Her entire crotch and much of her buttocks and ass crack were wet with sweat and fuck juice, both hers and his. She slid a finger into her cunt, rubbing it in and out against her clitty, watching her image in the mirror as her body heated up.
God, she was a whore! She was a dirty little nympho! She groaned out loud, uncaring about what she was, delighting in the warm pleasure flowing up into her from the moist, overheated furnace between her thighs. She pumped her fingers in and out and arched her back again, convulsing in orgasmic pleasure, her eyes fighting to stay open for the sole purpose of watching herself cum.
The image excited her even more than her finger, prolonging the cum, adding fuel to the fire even as it was consumed. She bounced her ass up and down, imaging others watching her, imaging a crowd gathered, watching her cumming, watching her masturbating, a crowd sitting up above, watching through the mirror.
She cried out in bliss, her body rocking from side to side as she furiously fucked three fingers into her sopping gash and diddled her clitty. She thrashed and writhed on the bed, rolling onto her belly, then rolling again onto her back.
She gave a final shudder and lay still, her eyes closed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Robin was asleep by the time she got home. She was glad of that, and also disappointed. She was both afraid of letting the little blonde know what had happened and excited about what her reaction would be. Somehow, it would seem nice to have someone think she was acting slutty for a change.
She would have like to show off, regal the blonde girl with the sordid details, tell her about how she came and came with a hard male cock up inside her. Maybe Robin would get excited, maybe she'd want to fuck with Brooke. She'd never shown any signs of liking girls before, but then neither had Brooke.
Brooke had taken a shower at the motel. Now, she undressed slowly, tossing her clothes aside carelessly. She'd used to undress quickly, not wanting Robin to see her. She'd always don a nightie before slipping off her panties. Now, she stripped slowly, though Robin was asleep.
Just having her in the room made Brooke excited as she stripped to the buff. She didn't jump into bed right away either. She bent forward, spreading her legs slightly as she folded back the covers, and imagined Robin gazing at her from across the room, seeing her pussy cleft.
She moved back and forth between her bed and dresser, doing little tasks, then finally turned off the low light and moved to the window. She gazed out into the courtyard for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the cool night air on her naked flesh.
She wondered what it would be like to be naked outdoors, to have sex outdoors. What if people saw? A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of people seeing her naked, lusting after her, men and women both. She turned around, gazing at Robin, laying on her side, her eyes closed in sleep.
She sighed and moved to her own bed and climbed in, then pulled the covers over herself. Her hand slid down between her legs and she began to rub at her clitty, feeling the heat welling up inside her as she worked her fingers in and out.
* * *
Robin was gone when she woke the next morning. She threw back the covers, spreading her legs wide and slowly masturbated until she'd cum. Only then did she get out of bed and start getting ready for classes. It was early. Usually, when she knew she'd have an early class, she showered the night before so she wouldn't have to use the busy shower facilities here.
It had always embarrassed her being naked around other naked girls. Now the idea made her excited. She didn't know what was happening to her. The fucking with Bruce hadn't diminished her lustful fantasies and dreams, quite the opposite. Not only was she aroused but she felt less inhibitions than she ever had before.
She put on a robe, not even tying it tightly as she made her way down to the bathroom. There were three girls at the counter applying makeup and brushing their hair. Four more girls were having showers, their bodies gleaming wetly as the water cascaded down around them.
Brooke's eyes raced across their luscious nubile bodies, taking in the rounded ass cheeks and high, firm breasts, the flat bellies and puffy cunt mounds. She tossed her robe on a hook, a bolt of electricity shooting into her cunt just from being naked among so many others.
She stepped up onto the shower platform and turned on the water, raising her hands up to her hair as she stroked it and arched her back. She imagined herself on a stage, with hundreds of people watching her naked body, imagined herself jerking off like she had last night for the mirror, and them watching it, getting excited.
She imagined them coming up after her, fucking her, raping her, imagined herself surrounded by hot naked flesh, cock after cock coming at her. She closed her eyes and lips, moaning softly, running her hands down across her swollen, rounded breasts, feeling the hard erect nipples scratch along her palms.
She was intensely aware of the women on either side of her as they showered, their hands also moving over their bodies, hands casually mashing across softly rounded breasts and buttocks as they soaped up or rubbed the soap off. Four more women entered the room, one going to the bathroom stalls and three taking off robes and climbing up onto the platform.
One of the other girls finished her shower and turned off the water, stepping away from the platform and drying herself with her towel. Brooke began to soap herself up, rubbing softly across her breasts, then down her belly and between her legs, trying to look as casual as possible while deriving the maximum pleasure.
Her body tingled with erotic excitement, but she continued the shower, letting the water beat down on her as she enjoyed the naked female flesh. Several girls left and others entered.
She delighted in the small compact body of an oriental girl, licked her lips at the big, buxom blonde from down the hall, sighed in pleasure at the delightful, exquisitely cute little redhead who had the room across from her, and murmured her appreciation of a tall black woman, her black flesh gleaming wetly, her nipple huge and tasty looking.
Finally, she stepped down from the stall and began to dry off. Again, she'd always pulled on her robe before doing anything else. Now she stayed naked, as other girls often did, and began to brush, then dry her hair, bending forward against the counter so her ass stuck out for anyone watching.
Only when she'd finished did she pull on her robe, gather her things and hurry down the hall to her room. As soon as she was inside, she tore off the robe and jumped under her bed, grabbing the big black dildo and hauling it out. She stood it on its base on the floor, squatting over it as she had Bruce's cock, then slowly lowered herself, taking inch after inch up into her quivering wet cunt tube. She groaned in pleasure as the hard rubber forced her hole open.
She dropped down, impaling herself on the hard black cock, taking it to the hilt as her pussy lips touched the floor. She held it by the base as she began to raise and lower herself. Then she let go briefly, and to her surprise, the thing stayed in place, not lifting as she raised her cunt.
She didn't try and puzzle it out since she was far too aroused. She shifted her weight from her feet to her knees, then began to hump her ass up and down with much faster strokes, rocking herself up and dropping herself down, taking the big black cock into her as she imagined herself on Bruce, or on some big black stud.
Maybe she would do it again, find some guy to fuck her, this time a big black guy with a big black cock like her dildo. Maybe one who would tie her up too. Her images had involved more and more submissiveness and bondage of late, a product of Bruce's leather binding.
She grunted repeatedly, at the thought, her ass sliding up and down on the tube of rubber cockmeat. Then she came, groaning and whimpering and sobbing in delighted ecstasy, her cunt sizzling and boiling around the dildo as she rutted up and down.
Only after she'd calmed down did she see that the base of the dildo was cunningly worked so it would function as a suction cup. She had to pull quite hard before it popped free from the wooden floor and came up in her hand.
She hid it in the corner under her bed, then got dressed. She wished now that she had some slutty clothes like Robin's, though they'd be entirely inappropriate for classes. Still, she decided to get some, just to wear around the campus, maybe to the pub. The thought of men seeing her in tight revealing clothes made her pulse race.
* * *
She didn't know how it had happened. Brooke sat on her bed, staring at the wall, trying to puzzle things out, trying to figure out what had motivated her behaviour today. And trying to think about the possible consequences.
She'd gone to her classes as normal, then had come her visit with Professor Evans to discuss her Contracts paper. He had to give approval for her topic. She'd barely stepped into his small, cosy office and set her eyes on him sitting there in his shirt, sleeves rolled up, when she'd gotten this incredibly graphic image of fucking him, of riding up and down on his cock.
She'd flushed and turned her eyes away to regain her control, then gone over to sit down next to him. Evans's desk was placed against the wall, between a pair of tall filing cabinets. That way he was next to the student instead of across from them. A lot of teachers did that.
Sitting next to him though, Brooke felt less like a student with a teacher and more like a woman with a man. She chatted easily, happily, Evans commenting on various difficulties she might run into. Brooke had felt herself heating up more and more, despite her wishes.
They'd both been leaning forward as they discussed the papers on the desk, and her left breast had pushed against his arm. She'd drawn back as if an electric charge had hit her, but then, after a brief interval, she'd pushed back against his arm again, pushing hard enough to squeeze her breast meat out of shape.
Her cunt was steaming with fuck juice, desperate desire poured through her veins. Evans turned to look at her, his arm pushing back hard against her breath. She'd been too breathless to even think, let alone say anything.
He'd leaned forward, gazing at her eyes, and he'd abruptly grabbed her, mashing her lips against his. He'd stumbled to his feet, jerking her up with him. Her body pressed against his, arms around his shoulders. His hand had come down and squeezed her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
He'd twisted around so she was pressed against the desk and a filing cabinet. His right hand had shot down as their lips mashed and slid together. He'd pulled her skirt up higher and higher, until her scanty pink bikini panties were visible.
Then he'd cupped her cunt, hot and wet through the panties. He'd waited but a moment, then peeled her sopping panties down her hips and thighs until they dropped at her feet. He shoved her left leg up onto the desk, exposing her crotch. He continued to press her back against the desk and filling cabinet, his hands roughly roaming over her body.
His hand cupped and squeezed her crotch, rubbing up and down as she cooed and groaned and whimpered in hot pleasure. His lips were soft and demanding, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. He pushed her back further, his hand fumbling at his fly, unzipping it.
He pulled out a hard, bulging erection and rubbed it up and down against her drooling fuck slit. Brooke wept in desperation, grabbing for it. Then Evans thrust upward, driving it high into her belly. She gasped, her head rocking back and slamming against the filing cabinet.
Evans thrust hard against her, rocking the cabinet and desk as he drove his prick up and down her cunt hole. He grabbed her left leg up high, shoving the leg upwards and back against the filing cabinet, spreading her as he humped hard against her splayed body.
His mouth, his teeth, were at her throat. He sucked harshly, his teeth chewing and nibbling, his tongue flicking in and out like a hot wet dart, stabbing into her with sharp little pin pricks of lust. Both of them fumbled at her shirt. He pulled it open as Brooke reached for the catch between her bra cups, and popped it.
Her bra fell apart and Evan's mouth dove down and mashed against her tit. He rubbed his face from side to side in her cleavage as she gripped her twin titties and mashed them together around his head. Then he lifted his face and sucked in her left nipple, biting and sucking on it as he gripped her ass cheeks and ground his loins up into her crotch.
Her arms were around his shoulders and her legs soon rose too, encircling him. Half her weight was on the edge of the desk, the other half in the professor's clasping, squeezing hands. She bounced up and down on his cock as he rocked back and forth, sliding his bulging cock tool in and out of her dripping pud.
She squealed with pleasure as she came, her back arching, her tits pushing up at him. Her head rolled from side to side against the filing cabinet.
Evans bit down hard on her left nipple, trying to swallow the delicious soft meat while he bounced her up and down. Then abruptly he pulled her around, shoving her belly against the desk, bending her over.
He seemed urgent, desperate. His hands pushed hard on her back, forcing her chest down against his paper strewn desktop. He kneed her legs wide apart and Brooke stared dizzily at the wall inches before her eyes as she felt his cock thrust hard against her cunt entrance.
"uuuHHUUUUUhhhhhhuuuu!!" she gasped, as his hard prong cleaved her folded pussy lips, driving deep into her cunt tunnel with his first hard thrust. He pulled back, then rammed forward, forcing himself balls deep inside her lush, velvety tunnel.
"OH! OH YES! OHHHhhhhhh!!!" she groaned, feeling his cock deep inside her belly. His hands grasped her hips and he jerked himself free, then thrust hard again, his cock stuffed into her sheath. He began to hurriedly fuck her exposed twat hole with furious strokes, his cock pounding in and out, his hips smacking softly against her buttocks, the sound deadened by the pants he still wore.
Brooke grasped the far side of the desk, her eyes mere slits as powerful sensations of sexual abandon locked her body. She jerked and quivered as the professor pistoned his fuck tool in her sucking wet tunnel. She whimpered, dazed, her fingers clutching the end so tight she broke several fingernails.
She let her head drop, her face rolling on the desk, then she felt the professor's hands around her thighs, lifting them up and apart as he began grunting madly and pounding his cock into her with savage strokes, his body thumping against her crotch with bruising force, rocking her and the desk.
She came, whining and jerking and quivering like a maddened cur, her cunt squeezing and spasming around his skewering cock tool. Evans cursed, ripping his cock in and out of the shuddering girl, his balls turning red and then white as his jism spewed out, fire-hosing up into the Brooke's belly, wad after wad pumping up her sucking hole until she had sucked him dry.
Her parting had been awkward. He'd been impatient for her to be gone and her mind had still been reeling. She'd pulled her shirt together and stumbled out of the office, leaving both her books and her panties behind. Now she was afraid to go back.
How could she ever face him again? What would he think of her? Certainly there was no way he would ever have any respect for her again. She could just forget his class: She'd have to take it over next semester with a different teacher.
But what was the point anyway? If she had such a lack of control of herself she was doomed to go attacking men at random. She'd no doubt be fucking her other teachers before long, those that didn't indignantly toss her out of their offices.
How soon would it be before she attack Robin. The blonde girl would no doubt scream and run away, telling everyone in school about what a psychotic deviant her roommate, her ex-roommate was.
What was she going to do? She had to get rid of this burning heat between her legs. It took her over completely and made any rational thinking impossible. There had to be a way to bring it under control. She thought about it for a while, but the only answer that came to her was to keep fucking people.
She could remember the first time she'd seen one of the porno movies on the TV. She'd been astonished, and incredibly turned on. For the first week or so, she'd gone down every night, even sacrificing her studies to watch the lewd, carnal couplings.
Then she'd gotten bored with it. There were only so many ways to do it, after all, and after a week of watching, she'd seen them all. They lost their attraction. Maybe this would be the same. She'd only done it a couple of times, after all, maybe if she did it a lot more, she'd get bored with it and go back to her studies.
It would cost her in the short term, since she'd be sacrificing her studies, but in the long term her grades would be much better for getting this out of her system. That answer not only provided her with hope it also made her belly churn with excitement.
She sat there thinking for a while, trying to figure out how to go about getting the most possible sex in the shortest possible time. While she was figuring Robin bounced into the room and provided the answer.
She was sorting through her mail as she came in. "Hi." she said. "Hi."
"Oh shit!"
"What?"
"Huh, look at this."
"What is it?"
"It's an invitation from Delta Ki fraternity to their Friday beer bash."
"So?"
"SO? What do you... don't you know about those people?"
"Uh, uh."
"God, are you ever out of it. Look, I bet you got one too. You did!"
"So what?"
"Brooke! They're notorious. They invite every pretty girl they can find and hope to get them drunk so they can get their clothes off. They've been known to dope up their cookies and cakes, dose the punch or pepsi or anything else you drink, with hundred proof alcohol, whatever it takes to get your eyes rolling so they can get you upstairs. At least three girls have claimed they were gang raped there just this semester."
"Why doesn't the University do something about them?"
"Well, for one thing, none of the girls have been willing to press charges. And you know this place, without proof, forget it."
"So what girl would go to one of their parties?"
"Girls like you who don't know about them."
"Well, I'm not going to go."
"Well, that goes without saying." she laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh really, Brooke. You going to a party."
"What's so strange about that?"
"You just aren't the fun outgoing type, Brooke. You're too uptight to answer an invitation like that, even if they didn't have a reputation."
"I suppose I should sleep around like you."
"It can be fun sometimes." Robin grinned.
"Talk about reputations."
"Oh, come on. I don't have a reputation and I don't sleep around. I've fucked maybe... eight guys since I got here last year. Eight guys in two years isn't that bad."
"What about the guys in the summer?"
"So add another four or five. That's still not bad."
"It's not good."
"Well I'm sorry, but I don't have my thighs glued together like some people."
If only you knew, Brooke sighed.
She masturbated three times that evening. Luckily Robin had a date. After her second jerk-off session she tried to read the paper to take her mind off sex. What she found sent a hot blast through her brain. She often read the classifieds, looking for odds and ends for the room, and laughing at the personals.
In the want ads section were several small ads for what were quaintly called "Go-go girls" or "dancers". She had never had the slightest doubts about what those were, they were strippers. She'd never paid much attention to them other than the scrunch up her face unhappily at the amount of money they were offering.
Now the ads made her stomach churn and bounce and lurch. The very idea of standing up on a stage, just as she'd fantasised about, and taking her clothes off while men watched, the idea was so... so... frightening and at the same time, arousing. She had to pull down her pants and jerk off right away.
Could she do it, she wondered. She did know how to dance. She'd dated some in high school. She was in good shape, and had a good body. She knew that. Could she be that uninhibited. Just the idea of dancing before a crowd filled her with jitters, doing it naked...
She argued with herself all night and all the next day. The day after that she made her way down to the address on the ad and looked the place over. It was, as she'd known it would be, a strip joint. The problem was it was too close. She was sure a lot of its customers were students.
She drove further out onto the edge of town and found another strip joint. She parked and sat there for over an hour arguing with herself. The idea was still just as frightening, but it was even more arousing than before, so arousing she couldn't use logic to combat it.
As her arousal grew, her fear was overpowered and began to subside. She got out of the car and made her way up to the door of the bar, then went inside. The bartender directed her to the office and she went back there, passing through a darkened room full of tables where a few men, even at this early hour, sat watching the brightly lit stage.
There was a half naked girl up there, prancing around in only a G- string and bra. Brooke stared in excitement, then hurried past and into the office.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, I came about... about your ad."
"You ever stripped before?"
She shook her head.
"You got any idea what it's like?"
"I saw the girl out in the bar."
"Seein' ain't the same as doin'. God back out there, sit down and watch the show for a while. Come back in half an hour if you still want to."
So she went back outside and sat down at a table. She ordered a drink and sat there to watch the woman, a kind of skinny black girl. What she saw didn't deter her from her goal. What the girl was doing didn't seem very difficult. It wasn't a Dig production number or anything.
The girl stripped naked, then pranced around for a while longer. She bent over and showed them all her ass and pussy, she lay on her back, legs apart, and raised her ass up and down. She did a couple of somersaults and danced few more steps. Big deal.
Another girl came out, this one a fake blonde. She was wearing a sexy lacy outfit that she promptly began to strip off. Within a few minutes she was naked and pretty much copying the black girl. Brooke began to sniff in disdain. She'd seen far better than this in her movies.
In fact, she'd done better than this. She had taped one movie that had a sexy stripping from one of the performers and she'd been excited at the time by the lewdness and daring of the girl. She'd gone through the stripping several times and memorized it, then performed it alone for herself and her bedroom mirror.
She'd wanted to find a really sexy way of stripping in anticipation of losing her cherry to some boy, but she'd never gotten around to performing it for anyone but herself. She'd gradually lost much of her interest in boys and had concentrated on her studies, but she'd done the stripping thing for herself several times since then, though not recently.
She went back into the office. The manager looked up from his paperwork, surprised.
"You're back. So? You think you can do what they're doing and not scream and cry and run away."
"I can do lots better than that."
"Oh you can, huh. Well we'll see about that. You better remember though that this is early afternoon and there's hardly anyone here. The ones that are here are mostly sober. Tonight the place'll be packed with rowdies who are yelling up at you, asking if they can fuck you, if you'll come down and blow them. You think you can dance while that's goin' on." She nodded her head, getting excited by his words.
He picked up the phone.
"Jessie? Who else is back there? Good, bring em to the office right now." He hung up and turned to Brooke. "What's your name, honey?"
"Uh, Chris."
"Whatever you want, kid." He grinned. "You wanna strip, you can put on a show for me. I'll see if you're any good at it."
"Uh, here?"
"We never close out there so you ain't gonna get the stage unless it's for real."
Three women came in through the office door, trailed by a big, rough looking man.
"This is Jessie, Marie, and Summer, an' this is Rob. This here is Chris, an she's gonna put on a show for us."
Brooke reddened as five pairs of eyes turned on her. She swallowed nervously and looked around.
"Turn on some music, Jessie."
One of the women, a small brunette, looked disdainfully at Brooke, then passed by and turned on a cassette player. Pounding rock music came out of the machine.
"Now you get to pick your own music if I hire you, but you can dance to that for now. Go ahead. Show us what you got." With that he folded his arms. The other four either sat or leaned against walls. Brooke was in an open space about six feet to all sides.
She started to dance.
CHAPTER SIX
She felt slow and awkward at first, and she wasn't wearing the right clothes, at least, not like the girls she'd seen up on the stage. But then she realized that she was wearing the right clothes, for the stripping she knew was not for a stripper but an ordinary woman in ordinary clothes.
She still felt incredibly nervous, performing with all these people watching her in the little room. She began to sway to the music, her face slowly schooling itself to the sexy look she'd perfected in her own mirror. Her eyes half closed as she looked out from beneath her eyelids.
She started sliding her hands up and down her body, swaying from side to side as she followed the tune of the music. She was wearing a jacket, pants, shirt and shoes and socks, a far cry from how the girls on the stage came out.
She swayed from side to side as she turned full circle a couple of times, then her arms went straight up and back as she shrugged the jacket off. It slipped down her arms and fell to the floor. She twirled around, deftly kicking it away from her.
She again ran her hands up her body, slowly, caressingly, the music taking hold of her and making her body move. Her top button was open of course. She deftly popped the second, looking at the manager as her tongue licked slowly across her bottom lip. She turned, her finger popping the third button, then pulling the material apart, revealing the curving cleft of her cleavage.
She popped the fourth and fifth and sixth, down to the waistband of her pants. She turned in place, swaying and undulating her body, pulling the shirt open a few inches, then pulled it up and off, again leaving her hands high above her head and throwing them back, arching her back as she tossed the shirt.
Now in bra and jeans, she kicked her shoes off, put her left leg up on the manager's desk, and slowly caressed it, ending at her ankle. She slowly unrolled the sock, and tossed it into a corner. She backed up, danced some more, then repeated that with her right leg. Her hands popped the catch of her jeans and unzipped them, then she continued to dance, undulating her hips, shaking her ass from side to side and humping in and out. The loose pants slid slowly down over her hips, down her thighs and then down to pool at her ankles.
She jumped up, leaving them behind, and continued to dance, her hands stroking her soft white flesh, sliding across her hips and buttocks and up over the hills of her breasts.
She popped the catch of her bra, and covered her breasts with her forearms as she shrugged out of it and dropped it on the floor. She danced from side to side, her body flushing with excitement and arousal, most of the fear and embarrassment now gone in the lust.
She opened her arms, raising them together high above her head, arching her back as her hips swayed from side to side. Her hands slipped slowly down her body again, down to her hips, then back up to cup her firm round breasts.
"Nice tits." Rob said.
"I seen better." the black woman replied.
Brooke squeezed them both, flicking her tongue out at the manger, then turning to flick it out at Rob, then at Jessie. She bent way over then, spreading her legs so the manager could see her pussy meat through the thin, almost invisible lace panties.
She shook her ass at him, then rose, jerking her chest first left, then right, then left, then raising her arms high above again and jumping around. She slid her hands back down her sides and onto her hips, taking the panties with them as they slipped lower.
Then she was bending forward, touching the floor, absolutely naked as the manager looked into her crotch. She raised, kicking off the panties and continued to hump and bump and grind her way from wall to wall, her torso writhing and swaying, her ass rolling and wagging.
She popped a finger into her mouth, slowly sucking on it, letting it ease out from between her closed lips, then backed against a wall, rolling her head and pushing her crotch out, legs spread. She slid her finger down and ran it up her cunt slit, pressing lightly to bring it between her cuntlips.
The manger looked more than interested, he looked excited, and happy. The bouncer had a bulge in his pants. Two of the women looked impassive, the third, Jessie, grinned smugly.
Brooke turned, and placed her hands flat against the wall, then pushed her ass out, legs apart, as though she were being frisked. She wagged her ass from side to side at them, turning her head around to look teasingly over her shoulder.
"You kin do that on a stage, you got a job, honey." The manager said.
"Got me all hot." Rob grinned.
"Okay, you kin all go." He turned to Brooke.
"My names Sam. Yer name really Chris?" She hesitated.
"If you want yer money on a check, you better gimmie your real name."
"Uh, I hadn't thought about that."
He looked at her shrewdly. "Come here." he said.
She was extremely aware of her own nudity now that she had stopped dancing, but she was also intensely aware of just how incredibly hot she was too. She moved around the desk towards him.
"You're a college girl, ain't you?"
She blinked in surprise and he laughed.
"You think yer the first one that thought stripping would be a good way to put herself through school. Forget it. We've had lots." His eyes slid up and down her nude body and his hand reached forward and fondled her buttocks as she stood beside his chair.
"Hey!" she complained, startled.
"You got a real nice fuckin' body, Chris, or whatever your name is. Yes sir, real nice fuckin' body." His hand slid down beneath her buttocks and cupped her cunt mound squeezing upward, hard. She gasped, grabbing the chair for support, her legs spreading apart. "S... stop!" she panted.
"Thought you looked like you were getting off on it. We get a few of them too." The tips of his fingers pushed up into her cleft, one in particular sliding up inside her cunt chute. She tried to jerk away but her grabbed her wrist in a vice like grip and held her in place, grinning as he rubbed and squeezed at her pussy with his free hand.
She closed her eyes, arching back and swaying slightly as his hand rubbed back and forth over her cunt mound. She was already powerfully aroused and the kneading of his fingers made her overheated cunt sizzle with delight. She pushed her ass back at him, humping down onto his hand and fingers.
He chuckled deep in his throat, rubbing harder, squeezing her roughly, his hand squashing her cunt mound upwards, mashing and crushing her clitty within her own tight pink folds of skin. He shoved his index finger knuckle deep in her slit tube and wiggled it around, prodding from side to side.
The door opened and Jessie came in. She stopped as she saw what was going on, sniffing in disdain.
"Lookit' this hot little slut, Jessie." the manager cackled, pumping his fingers hard.
"I see her."
"Ain't she somethin'?" Jessie merely folded her arms, not looking impressed at all.
Brooke gave a low moan, and began to pump her ass back with short, hurried humps, her back arching even more. Her mind was too overloaded with sexual pleasure to care that she was being watched, or to care what the other woman would think of her after this. Little grunts came from her mouth as she came, shaking and wobbling weakly. Her right hand squeezed her breasts as she came, shaking and quivering madly.
The manager laughed harder, abandoning his grip on her wrist and instead grabbing a thick handful of brown hair, jerking back hard on it to arch her back, jamming her even harder down onto his pumping hand. She yowled and quivered, grunting like a pig as she came and came.
He pulled her down on his lap and kissed her hard, his left supporting her head, twisting it up at him. His right hand continued to pump away at her pussy as she let her legs spread wide and wriggled her ass cheeks down on his lap.
He unzipped his pants and brought his pecker out, then shifted her around, hauling her right leg up and over him so she was straddling his loins, her breasts in his face. He sucked on one, then the other, fondling her ass cheeks with his hands.
He was a big man, and the chair was high. As Brooke sat straddling his body, her legs hung in mid-air on either side of the armless chair, her toes just above the floor.
"Are you gonna be all day with that whore?" Jessie demanded. "I wish!"
"Sheeit."
Brooke was in a high orbit of sexual arou unable to control herself. She bent down a grabbed his cock, pulling it up against her be rubbing it back and forth against her smooth, sil skin. Then he lifted her, pulling her forwards. She held onto the cock, positioning it beneath her as she straddled him, then he slowly eased her down onto it.
"OHhhhhhhhhhhh!' she groaned, as it slid up into her belly. "Tight!" he breathed. "Nice'n tight."
"Slut." Jessie sniffed.
He bucked his ass up, bouncing her and slamming his cock up into her cuntbox. Brooke began to slowly raise and lower her cunt sheath on his thick erection. Sam helped her, his hands cupping and squeezing her buttocks as he pulled her up and down. His mouth was full of her tit meat, his tongue rasping all across the soft skin, paying particular attention to her nipples.
She straightened her legs, bringing her feet down on the floor, then began to use more force and speed to fuck him. He jerked his pants downward, freeing more of his cock as she began to hump up and down on top of him. Soon her ass cheeks were slapping and rubbing against his thighs and their groans rent the air.
"Take it, bitch. Take my cock! Dirty whore! Slut bitch!" he cursed, lunging upwards, thrusting his cock up into her with powerful bucking humps as she bounced up and down.
She came again, shoving his face into her tits as she mewled and whined and grunted in delight. Her ass cheeks bounced furiously, her cunt rising and falling on his hard gleaming member. Her spasming cunt gulped down wads of cum as Sam blew his cork, his cock spraying white jism up into the college girl's sucking cunt pit.
Then he sighed, lifting her off him as if she weight nothing, dumping her back across the desk. Brooke's eyes fluttered, noting in passing that Rob had joined Jessie in the doorway.
"Mister stud." Jessie taunted.
"Hey, you want some, honey?"
"Yeah, like you could do anything if I did."
"I wouldn't mind some." Rob growled.
"So take it, it's right there waitin' for you." Jessie laughed.
Rob came forward as Brooke staggered to her feet. She pushed past him, her mind starting to clear and guilt and shame beginning to build up.
"I gotta go." she gasped, grabbing for her clothes.
"Give him some pussy." Jessie sneered.
"I... I gotta go." she said again.
Rob's hand slid up and cupped her ass cheeks and she jumped towards the door.
"No! I... I gotta go." she gasped, grabbing her things in a pile, as if they would protect her. She backed away from Rob, who advanced, grinning Jessie closed the door and leaned against it, grinning.
"L... leave me along." Brooke whispered.
"Give ol Robbie a ride." Jessie laughed.
Trying to hang on to what dignity she still possessed, Brooke turned and tried to push past the woman, but Jessie grabbed her by her long hair, twisting it hard. Brooke yelled and dropped her clothes as Jessie forced her head downward.
Jessie pulled her head in between her thighs, and held her there, bent over, her ass pushing up towards Rob. She jerked and whined, but couldn't pull free from between Jessie's thighs. The woman grabbed her arms one by one and then held them together high up behind her back.
"Give it to her, Robbie. Show her how a real man does it."
Brooke whimpered as she felt hands pawing his buttocks. Then her thighs were forced open and a moment later a hard prick stabbed into her pussy She gasped in pain from the hard, forceful penetration, but her cunt was still well lubricated and Rob's prick slid in to the bottom. "Ahhhh." he gasped.
"Pump her! Pump the little bitch!" Jessie sneered.
"Gimmie a minute." Rob sighed. His hands slithered over her buttocks, then gripped her hips and began to hump into her. His strokes were hard and deep, and got harder with each passing second. His pelvis smashed into Brooke's upturned buttocks, knocking the brunette back and forth against Jessie.
Jessie continued to press her thighs tightly against the sides of Brooke's head, laughing in delight as she watched Rob slam his boner into the girl's pussy.
"Like that, college girl?" she sneered. "Bet you don't get that at your snooty school."
"Harder! Fuck the crap out of the little bitch!" Rob pumped harder, his body slamming and pounding against Brooke's ass cheeks as he stabbed his cock into her crotch. He rutted faster and faster, his cock pistoning back and forth inside Brooke's belly.
Brooke gasped and panted, her cunt burning around the blurring cockrod. Her belly churned and whirled with excitement, her fiery cunt tube sending hard, sizzling bolts of powerful ecstatic delight up and down her spine.
She came, jerking and twisting against Jessie, grunting and moaning and shaking violently.
"The little bitch is cumming!" Rob laughed.
"Jesus, what a fuck wad. She's gonna be everyone's cunt, ain't she."
Then Rob came, adding his cum juice to the rest of the syrup slopping about in the pit of Brooke's belly. He sighed in pleasure and pulled his cock out of her dripping cunt box.
"Not bad. Nice n' tight anyway."
Jessie flung Brooke backwards, the brunette landing on her ass on the floor. Then she and Rob left, laughing and joking together.
* * *
She returned to her dorm, trying to pretend that nothing strange was happening. She didn't know what had turned her on more, though. The stripping she'd done, or the hard fucking Sam and Rob had given her. She had always avoided any blow to her dignity before, yet what they had done to her had been the height of indignity and she loved it.
Every time she thought about stripping up on the stage in front of a crowd of men her hands shook in fear and anxiety. How could she do such a whorish thing. Only the lowest sluts were strippers.
But hadn't the manager said that some college girls nut themselves through school stripping? So? Obviously they were sluts too. She was in a desperate quandary. The idea of going up on the stage terrified her, but it also turned her crotch into a slimy stewy bubbling cauldron of desperate desire.
She couldn't sleep that night. What if she was no good and they booed? What if someone she knew saw her? What if she couldn't do anything at all, just froze? Her head whirled with the possible disasters long into the night. Robin finally got home from a very late date but she pretended she was asleep.
Robin undressed for bed, then turned off the light and got in naked, as she always did. Brooke admired her smooth white flesh in the moonlight, especially the roundness of those big, fat titties. Her mouth almost watered at the thought of sucking on them. She'd never sucked on anyone's tit, not since she was a baby anyway.
She'd never gotten a chance to even feel the blonde woman's breasts, and would love to get her hands on Robin's. She didn't dare though, so she just pretended she was asleep, her mind gradually going back onto her problem with the stripping.
What brought her out was a sound, a very soft sound. She opened her eyes and gazed across at Robin's bed. Robin's eyes were closed, she could see that, for though her own bed was in shadow, the moonlight was falling directly across Robin's bed.
At first, she thought she'd imagined the sound, but then it came again, came from Robin. It was a soft little sigh of pleasure. Maybe, she thought, Robin was dreaming. Then her eyes caught the movement against the sheets. The back and forth movement of something moving in a repetitive manner. It was right over the small blonde girl's crotch, for Brooke could see the indentations her knees made.
She swallowed in surprise, her own cunt suddenly beginning to steam. She could see that Robin's legs were wide apart, and that bulging hump against the sheets was moving up and down where Robin's cunt was. Robin was jerking off! She watched, transfixed.
Another little sigh escaped Robin's lips, then a groan. The movement intensified, up and down, up and down, up and down against the girl's crotch. Then the blonde hissed and her back arched, shoving her fat titties against the sheet.
She held her arched position for long seconds, then fell back to bed. The rubbing stopped and she gave a sigh of relief. Her eyes opened and Brooke's quickly shut tightly. Her body was electrified by sexual desire and she fought a powerful urge to leap out and jump onto the girl.
But she knew what might happen if she did. She kept quiet and didn't move, save for a gentle pumping of her finger inside her wet cunt slit. She was in shadow after all, and on her side to boot. She knew Robin wouldn't be able to see her.
She watched Robin, fantasizing about sucking her tits, biting her nipples. She thought about tying her to her bed and raping her with a hard dildo, of forcing her to suck her cunt dry.
She pumped harder and harder, then came, gritting her teeth and mashing her face into the pillow to keep from making a sound. Her body shook and trembled with ecstasy as her cunt and belly blasted heat out through her frame.
* * *
She clutched her hands together as she looked towards the brightly lit fraternity house. She had almost as many misgivings about this as she did about stripping. Still, she knew very few people on campus, and almost, none outside the legal students and staff.
She doubted whether anyone in this ramshackle place was taking law. They were mostly, from what she'd been able to find out, athletes here on scholarships and such. Most of them were in such difficult classes as physical education or arts.
Few would graduate, so it was reasonably safe, providing they didn't find out who she was. They'd invited hundreds of women, most of them picked out of the student calender and guide book. If she used another name, they'd never bother to check, and likely wouldn't care.
She made her way up the walk, and into the teeth of a howling musical pounding. She'd been hearing it since she got on this block, but now it was really loud. She knocked and rang the bell but nobody answered. Finally she just opened it and walked in.
The place was packed, absolutely jam packed. There must have been a hundred and fifty people in the front room alone. There were a lot of girls here, too. That was both a relief and a disappointment.
She picked up a cup and scooped some punch out of a bowl. She tasted it carefully. It didn't taste like it'd been spiked, but who could tell. She sure wasn't any expert, since she seldom drank. She moved around the room, quickly accepting an eager request to dance.
The night and party wore on and she found herself having a good time, almost forgetting why she'd come here in the first place. She danced with a dozen more guys, though there was one very big blonde named Merle who was from Kansas or somewhere like that and was extremely boisterous.
Merle was a tackle on the football team and had the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen in her life. It was amazing trying to dance with him. She wasn't a small woman but barely came up to his chest as he led her wildly around the floor during the close dances.
He pawed her ass several times in a good natured fashion, and made several obscene jokes and innuendoes, none of it mean spirited. After a couple of hours she found herself kind of woozy. She realized that the punch was spiked, even if it hadn't tasted like it.
That didn't bother her though. She wanted to get a little smashed. She wasn't here to be a good girl after all. She vaguely noticed that many of the party goers were gone, including most of the women. Then she went upstairs to go to bathroom.
On her way out she found Merle waiting for her. He wrapped his big hairy arms around her and kissed her so deeply he almost knocked her off her feet. She gasped happily and laughed when she could finally breath, and before she knew what was happening, Merle had lifted her up in his arms and was carrying her down the hall.
"Where we goin'?" she asked in a slurred voice.
"My place, Chrissie. Don't worry. We're gonna have a ball." He laughed hilariously for some reason, then kicked a door open and carried her inside. The room was kind of empty, the only real furnishings being a few chairs and a big bed in the middle.
"Shitty room." she muttered.
"It's good for fuckin' though." he said, nuzzling hard into her throat. He set he down on the bed and fell on top of her, his hands roaming over her body. She spread her legs as he squeezed her through her jeans.
She was wearing a peasant blouse, and he simply pulled it up and off, leaving her naked from the waist up. She stared down in surprise at naked breasts, then his face covered them. His mouth slurped and sucked while both his hands squeezed and fondled the twin mounds.
She sighed and lay back, letting his big, thick ringers dig into her mammary meat, twisting and squeezing and mashing it around. His weight was heavy on her as he made free with her tits. She lay there half drunk, drinking in the heat coming from her breasts as the big man played with them.
His fingers popped the catch at her jeans and pulled them quickly down, jerking hard and pulling her feet up into the air until they came free. She kicked her tennis shoes off and was completely naked. He growled in anticipation, pulling his T-shirt up and tossing it behind him, then jerking his pants down.
She spread her legs as he moved onto her, holding his erection in his hand. Then he thrust down hard. She grunted as his cock pierced her cleft and drove down into her. He settled fully atop her, almost crushing her beneath his heavy weight. Thankfully, he soon propped his upper body up on his elbows and hands as he began to work his hard meat in and out of her box.
Brooke sighed in pleasure, laying back and enjoying the hard fucking. Her body steamed sensuously, her cunt bubbling around his plunging cock.
Still, something seemed to be missing. She just didn't know what. He kissed her hard, his face almost bruising in its desire. His cock rutted back and forth inside her belly as he almost bounced up and down on top of her. Then she saw a file of men coming into the room and her blood boiled with anticipation and carnal excitement.
She was going to get royally fucked. She groaned loudly as they continued to file in, one after the other. What was her reputation going to be worth after this? A nagging part of her mind was still desperately concerned with maintaining her pride.
"Wait." she gasped, pretending to fight against Merle, weakly pushing at him as if to shove him off. She stared at the grinning newcomers, her face a mask of partly real fear and concern.
Merle grabbed her wrists and pushed them back above her, continuing to stab his loins down into her crotch. Soon her hands were gripped by others, pulled back to opposite corners of the bed so Merle could concentrate on his fucking. He bent and sucked on her nipple, his hands squeezing and kneading her mammary flesh as he pumped his big cock down into her.
Brooke pulled against the hands holding her, but with no real hope, or even desire of success. Her loins were ready to blast a hot steaming trail of cum down her legs. Her excitement at being restrained and ogled by the other men dumped oil on the fires of her cunt box.
Held down and RAPED! Rodded by a score of big, drunken men! Used as a sex toy, prodded and pulled and twisted about! Her mind blazed with exultation and her belly exploded, making her ass buck up and down and her legs flop and jerk and flail about below her.
She grunted and gasped and whined, her body shaking and trembling and rocking in place. The surrounding men, mostly drunk, took her actions as crazed terror, laughing and joking as the girl apparently tried furiously to pull herself away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brooke Squealed in delight, her eyes closed tightly and her teeth clenched as her orgasming body was pounded by Merle's heavy weight. His big cock pumped back and forth inside her with frantic haste, then spewed out a hot gushing load of semen. Merle sighed and sat up.
"She's a hot one, you guys." he laughed.
"Nice fuckin body." someone said.
"Nice tits."
"Lookit those nipples!"
"Lookit' the cunt!"
"I'm next!"
"Fuck you!"
"I'm next guys."
"Let me go." Brooke whined.
"When we're done." Someone laughed, echoed by several others. Hands grabbed her ankles, pulling them down and apart, spreading her out as another guy got into bed, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed his crotch, pulling down his pants as he bent forward and dropped his weight on her.
"Give it to her, Jackson!"
"Fuck the little whore!"
"Jam it up her cunt!"
The guy above her was a black man. Brooke's cunt gave a spasm and her eyes blurred briefly. Then she felt his hard cock slam up her cunt and she gave a loud gasp of pain and pleasure, echoed by laughter from around the room.
"She likes that big nigger cock!"
"They all do, boy!"
"Give it to her, man!"
"Lookit that cunt spread for him!"
"Rip her open!"
Brooke felt the man's cock drive deep up into her belly. She whined and jerked and pulled against the hands holding her, her mind in seventh heaven as the cock began to batter away at her cervix. She whimpered and sobbed, her ass seeking to buck up to meet his furious strokes. His hand came around behind her head and bbed her hair, pulling it cruelly as he forced her ce back and up against his. His lips mashed against hers, locking tightly as his tongue forced its way into her oral cavity. His right hand mashed and kneaded the soft firm flesh of her titty, his fingers finding her nipple and pinching it viciously.
She cried out in pain, pulling again on all four limbs, unable to free any of them, her legs were wide and her cunt open and Jackson pounded his meaty prong down into her with unrestrained violence. He reamed his cock up and down her silky pink tube, growling and cursing under his breath as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside her belly.
After about two minutes of hard fucking, he came, his sperm shooting down into her womb. He climbed off and was immediately replaced by a third guy, this one also black. He thrust into her and began to fuck as violently as Jackson, catcalls echoing around him as he bounced and rutted into the spread-eagled girl.
He came as well, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth guy got aboard her and began to pump. Brooke came, and came again, her body shuddering and her chest heaving as heat poured through her body. Her grunts and whines were taken as signs of protest or pain, certainly not of pleasure.
The sixth guy poured his cum own her hole and a seventh knelt between her legs, then thrust into her. Another guy knelt at the head of the bed and jerked her head back by the hair. She grunted in pain and surprise as her head was worked way back and she found herself staring at a hard cock.
"Suck this, whore!" the guy sneered, slapping her face with the hard erect organ. He pushed the cock head against her open mouth and drove it inside. She gurgled in sudden surprise, but began to suck his cock as he held her head between his strong hands.
She sucked hungrily, revelling in her degradation, feeling slutty and cheap and whorish, grunting in happiness as she was fucked hard between the legs and in the mouth. Both guys were fucking into her with hard strokes, both jamming their cocks into her without restraint.
The cock in her mouth forced its way into her throat and she swallowed it all.
"Lookit her deep throat him!"
"Fuck me!"
"She will!"
"Wow!"
"Take it, baby! Take it!"
"Give it to her, Mike!"
"Swallow that meat, honey!"
The crowd of men laughed and shouted obscenities, eager for their turn in the grinding, humping spectacle, watching avidly as the Mike's long cock fucked in and out of the brown haired beauty's mouth.
Brooke felt the guy fucking her twat spray his seed into her, and another took his place. She sucked on the cock pumping in her throat, jerking against the hands holding her wrists as she sought to restrain his violent fucking motions.
She couldn't breath with him in her throat and she couldn't signal him or push him back. Her head became dizzy as the cock continued to fuck back and forth inside her throat tube.
The cock slipped out of her throat and she gasped and panted in relief. The guy slipped the cockhead out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheeks and forehead for a minute, then pushed it back into her mouth and forced it back down her throat.
Another guy took his place between her legs and began to pump his dick inside her hot, wet belly. Brooke came, jerking and thrashing wildly as she sucked both cocks into her body. The guy fucking her throat came, his gunk pouring down into her belly.
He staggered back and another took his place. Cock after cock slipped between her lips at either end of her torso. Then the dazed, weary girl was thrown over onto her belly, her limbs again stretched wide and held open by eager hands.
She felt a hard knob push against her anus and whimpered, then groaned as it thrust into her amid a chorus of cheers. The fuck tool jammed deep between her cheeks, rooting wildly in her anus. It bucked and humped, then finally managed to drive fully into her.
The guy's balls were mashed in between her ass cheeks as he stuffed her ass full of cockmeat. There was a loud upsurge in laughter and obscene comments from the watching men. Another cock pushed against her lips as her head was pulled up and then drove into her mouth.
She felt a heavy weight on her chest as the guy ass fucking her placed his hands on her to raise himself up, then began a steady, hard, deep fucking, his cock pistoning up and down her ass tube. He impaled her with his steely cock and then sent a slushing wad of cum down into her bowels.
He groaned in relief and slowly climbed off, to be immediately replaced by another. Brooke concentrated briefly on the cock fucking her face, then she felt another cock pierce her asshole and thrust down into her rectum.
A dozen more cocks raped her anus and mouth, then they shifted her onto her side and she was triply pierced three boys kneeling, one at her head, one in front of her cunt and one behind her ass. They rutted their cocks into her body amid a hail of cheering and laughter, grinding her between them as they all came off one by one.
Three more took their place, then three more after that. Brooke came several more times, each one making her weaker than before, each one draining the life out of her. Her weary body was being repeatedly pummelled by hips, cocks, bellies, being roughly squeezed, fondled and molested by countless hands and fingers, and shoved prodded and twisted continuously.
Cum filled her mouth, her throat and her belly, her cunt and anus were filled with syrupy semen. Her belly, ass cheeks, face, and chest were covered in wet or half dried gunk.
She was placed on her hands and knees while more boys fucked her cunt, asshole and mouth, then she was pulled off and onto someone's lap, his cock up in her asshole. Another guy knelt in front of her, his cock sliding up and down her cleavage as the guy behind her squeezed her tired, sore titties together around it.
The cock fucking her tits pushed upward against her mouth on each hard thrust and her head was shoved downward to meet it. The cock thrust into her mouth, sawing back and forth between her titties as the head popped back and forth in her mouth.
The guy behind her bucked and bounced up and down, his fuck-spike reaming out her anus as he laughed and giggled along with the others. Then the guy fucking her tits came, spewing more gobs of white sperm into her cleavage and onto her face.
Another guy took his place, rutting into her tit meat and her mouth. He sawed his cock in and out for long minutes, then pulled his cock away, fisting and squeezing it as he held the head inches from her face, his sperm sprayed out into her face, showering her from forehead to chin with its hot, simmering juice.
Wads of cum poured into her asshole as the guy behind her came too, then she was lifted off him, dragged upright, then held by many hands. They turned her horizontally, holding her in mid-air as someone stepped between her legs and lunged into her.
He jammed his cock into the depths of her box, then held still as the hands holding her jerked her back and forth against his cock, he came inside her, as did another, and another, and another. Then she was being carried down the hallway, and then down the stairs, the guys laughing and joking and chanting an obscene song. She was raised high into the air, hands supporting her from beneath as they paraded her around what was left of the party.
Brooke caught startled but appreciative looks from some of the guys, other looks, some angry, some amused, some envied from the few girls. They carried her out the back door and dropped her on the grass, where she landed hard and sprawled semiconscious.
A dozen or more gathered around her, holding their cocks. She could barely even see, her eyelids coated with sticky cum. A stream of liquid sprayed out onto her belly, followed by a second, then a third.
One stream splattered against her face and she smelled the acrid scent of urine. More streams splashed against her tits and cunt and face as she raised her trembling, shaking hands, trying to ward off the smelly, foul tasting stuff.
She whined and whimpered, twisting and turning, trying to escape the streams hitting her from all directions. It was no use, for streams of piss hit her everywhere. One guy grabbed her piss soaked hair and pulled her head back, then three separate streams of piss splashed continuously into her face as he held her in place.
Pissing on the bedraggled girl excited the young men to an incredible degree, and most had no sooner emptied their beer swollen bladders than gotten hard-ons again. They pumped their fists on their erections and as more and more guys took their turns spraying her with their piss, spurting wads of white semen joined them.
Brooke woke some hours later. She had no idea what time it was. She was in a garbage can, her ass hanging free down inside as the edge cut into the backs of her knees and her armpits. She raised her exhausted head and looked around, trying to piece together where she was and what had happened.
After numerous attempts, she managed to get out of the garbage can, but only by overbalancing the can and making it fall on its side. She crawled out and lay on her belly on the grass for some time, then, very slowly, utterly exhausted, she gathered up her clothes, which were lying beside the garbage can, dressed and staggered down the street to her car.
She made it home in one piece, somehow. She must have driven by pure instincts for very little of her mind was present to guide her. She made it upstairs too, only falling a few times, then staggered into the bathroom, stripped, and fell into the shower.
Hot water poured down onto her for long, long minutes, washing off the crusted cum and taking away most of the acrid urine scent. She turned the water to cold, gasping as the water sent a shock through her system. It woke her up a little, though.
She stepped out of the shower, gathered her smelly clothes and, dripping water, padded down the hall to her room. She dumped her clothes into the garbage chute, then quietly opened her door and went inside. Robin was asleep luckily. She grabbed her robe, towel, shampoo and soap, and went back to the bathroom.
She soaped up and washed off, then repeated that three more times, scouring half her skin away in the process. She finally was satisfied and staggered out of the shower, dried herself, and made her way back to her room.
Once there, she dumped her things and crawled naked into bed, falling asleep instantly. Long into the night, her dreams were filled with lewd carnal images of naked flesh and hard bulging erections, of white streams of cum and hard mind numbing orgasms.
* * *
She lay in bed for much of the next morning, thinking about what had passed. Her reputation might be irretrievably lost, yet still her loins pulsed with heat when she recalled the hard sexual mauling she'd received. She had to fight down an urge to go over again and experience a repeat.
Her eyes shone with wonder at the orgasmic peaks she had reached, at the penultimate release of body and soul, of the freeing of all earthly inhibitions, the freedom to indulge her body's lusts and desires without shame or hesitation.
She felt every inch of her body bursting with life, no matter the bruises and aches. She felt like she was glowing with happiness and sensual beauty. She didn't even think about her studies, her mind instead consumed with thoughts of bodily lusts and pleasures.
As if in a dream, she got out of bed and dressed, whispering to herself as she thought about the performance she had put on the night before, and the one she would put on tonight. She breezed out the door and down the hall, whistling a glad tune.
She drove a few blocks down the street and stopped, getting out and going into the sex shop. The hard faced blonde was behind the counter. The store was empty and she was reading a book. She looked up as Brooke entered, her eyes opening with surprise.
Brooke went around the counter and kissed the woman on the lips, meeting a slight hesitation, then growing passion. The woman's hands slid up onto her breasts, squeezing them hard as their lips melted together.
"What's your name?" Brooke gasped, breathlessly.
"Anne. You can call me Mistress Anne." the women said, her voice hard and deep, her eyes narrow and hungry.
"I'm a dirty little slut." Brooke sighed.
"I know." Mistress Anne gripped her upper arm and led her back through the curtain. The old man was sitting there reading a paper. Anne nodded her head towards the front and he nodded in return, standing up and going out.
Brooke was wearing a pair of knee high boots and a trench coat, and nothing else. She took off the coat and let it fall behind her, her breathing harsh and her eyes bright and wide. Anne's eyes narrowed and her lips turned upward in an appreciative grin.
She grabbed Brooke in a tight embrace, mashing her lips down against the brunette's as she pushed her hard against a wall. She gripped Brooke's left thigh, lifting her legs, shoving it back against the wall as she ground her pelvis into Brooke's crotch. Then she pulled back, pulling Brooke after her, going up a narrow flight of wooden stairs.
The emerged in a small dark hallway and Anne pulled her along and into a room. Brooke looked around the room curiously. It looked pretty much like a normal room, with some dressers and a bed and a few chairs.
Anne gripped her by the hair, jerking her head back. Brooke whined in pain, reaching back, but Anne slapped her hands away, then shoved her against a wall. She jammed her shoulder into Brooke's back, holding her in place, then fished inside a drawer of a nearby dresser and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
She clicked them around Brooke's wrists, holding them together at the small of her back, then she pulled her away from the wall, twisting her around and shoving her down on her knees on the floor before a recliner.
Anne took off her top and shoes, leaving on the tiny leather skirt, and then stepped into a pair of long, spike heeled boots. Then she put her leather vest on again next to her skin. She donned a pair of long, shiny leather gloves that extended to her elbows, and flexed her fingers.
She turned and fished in a dresser drawer and came out with what looked like a length of chain. She came over to Brooke and fastened a loop around Brooke's throat and the brunette recognized it as a choke chain, something used on large dogs. Her pussy burned with anticipation.
Anne grinned tauntingly, then sat on the recliner, looking down at Brooke. In her right hand she held the leash, in her left... a riding crop. Again, Brooke's cunt gave a hard flare-up of heat and her guts twisted.
"Dirty cunt." Anne sneered.
"Yes, Mistress Anne." Brooke sighed.
"Filthy piece of shit."
Brooke bowed her head.
"Have you been fucked hard lately, little slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Anne."
"Really? When?"
"Last night, Mistress Anne."
"How many times?"
"I don't know, Mistress Anne."
"You don't know? Why not?"
"There were so many of them."
Then she had to tell Anne all about last night. She described the multiple cocks stuffed into her mouth and cunt and asshole, while the hard faced blonde woman sat back and rubbed her pussy, listening intently. When she got to the part about being sprayed with piss and cum, Anne pulled her skirt off and spread her legs, lifting them up onto the arms of the chair.
"That's just what you deserve, whore. Maybe I'll piss on you myself. Would you like that?"
"I'll do anything you want, Mistress Anne."
Anne jerked on the collar, tightening the chain around the girl's throat so she couldn't breath. Anne held the chain up, nearly strangling the brunette.
"I didn't ask you that, slut girl. I asked if you'd like me to piss on you."
"Yes Mistress." Brooke gurgled.
"Then maybe if you're good, I will. Now lick my pussy, and do a good job."
Brooke leaned forward, bringing her face in against the blonde woman's cunt, then began to excitedly tongue her slit, running her oral organ up and down the slit, pushing as deeply as it would go, sliding up to the top and working against the clitty.
Anne pulled her pussy lips apart and Brooke rasped her tongue against the clit, lapping like a dog, then shoving her face in hard and rasping firmly against the little nub. Anne held the chain near Brooke's throat, tightening it now and then.
She slid the end of the riding crop over Brooke's long, bare back, slapping just a little. Each slap sent a burst of sharp pain and even sharper excitement into the demented brunette, who responded by licking harder and harder.
Anne arched her back, wiggling her ass on the chair, humping up against the pretty girl's face. Her legs were drawn up and spread wide, her feet jerking in mid-air. She slapped the crop down harder on Brooke's back, her feet bouncing hard each time the crop slapped against the white skin.
Brooke groaned and gasped each time the crop landed, shoving her face harder still into the soft white flesh, mashing her face against Anne's crotch, shoving her nose into the slit, pushing her tongue deep into the sopping hole a she scooped out the older woman's love juices.
Her wrists pulled hard at the cuffs and she twisted her head around, bringing pressure on the choke chain. Anne began to grunt and gasp in pleasure, humping her cunt up, grinding her loins into Brooke's face. She slapped the crop harder still on Brooke's back, bringing yelps of pain from the girl.
Then she came, cum pouring down her slushy cunt and into Brooke's waiting mouth. Brooke lapped joyously, sucking in everything she could get at, then lapping her tongue all over Anne's crotch to get at the rest. Finally, she stuffed her tongue deep into the pink flesh, cleaning out Anne's cunt box.
Anne watched her narrowly, jerking on the chain every now and again. "Dirty cunt. Filthy little dog bitch!"
"Yes, Mistress Anne."
"You're nothing but a cunt that walks, aren't you. You're a big piece of fuck meat."
"Yes, Mistress Anne."
Anne sat forward, gripping the girl's hair and jerking her against her, pulling her across her lap until her softly rounded buttocks stared up at her. She fondled the soft cheeks with her hand as the other held the long hair in a tight grip.
"Nasty little girl." she hissed. She brought her hand up then slashed it down again, cracking her gloved palm against Brooke's ass cheeks. Brooke felt the sharp pain burn into her ass. She cried out, her legs jerking.
Anne brought her hand down again, the soft leather making a loud CRACK! as it hit Brooke's ass cheek. Brooke yelped again as another burning stab of pain shot into her. She wept lightly, her body trembling as the hand cracked down again and again.
Soon her entire ass was afire, yet the fire was a dull background throbbing, brought to screaming life each few seconds as another blow landed on the now very read ass cheeks.
"Bad girls need to be spanked, don't they?" Anne growled.
"Ye... yes... Mis... Mistress Anne." Brooke gasped as Anne jerked back on her hair. Anne slapped her hand down again, and Brooke's body again jerked in response.
"You're lucky I'm being nice, little slave. If I used the riding crop you'd have a reason to scream." She slapped her hand down on the dark red flesh again.
"Dirty whore!" she sneered. Brooke squealed as Anne stiffened two fingers and abruptly stabbed them deep into her cunt pit. She squirmed helplessly as Anne rubbed the fingers around inside her cunt pit, then pulled them back out and examined them. She held them down against Brooke's nose for her to see the coating of fuck butter.
"Slutty little girl. Getting off on my spanking, eh? Maybe I should use the crop, or maybe a horse whip. That'd take the flesh off that hot little ass of yours."
She shoved Brooke off her lap and the girl tumbled in a heap to the floor. Anne stood up then, pulling the chain and almost strangling the brunette as she pulled her across the floor. She hauled her up onto her knees, then pushed her spiked boot heel against her back and shoved her face down against the rug.
"Raise that ass, girl!" she barked. "Spread those legs. That's it!" Brooked trembled and shook, anticipating the harsh cruel bite of the riding crop on her already sore, burning ass cheeks.
Anne moved around behind her and she was afraid to raise her head and turn around. Then she felt the older woman kneel behind her. Something hard pushed against her buttery cunt opening, then thrust forward.
She grunted as the thing, a thick round thing, slid deeper and deeper into her fuck hole. She sighed and closed her eyes as it filled her, driving to the very base of her fuck box and mashing hard against her cervix.
"Like that, don't you, slave girl?"
"Ye... yes, Mistress." Brooke groaned.
She felt the hard dildo sliding back and forth inside her syrup filled cunt tunnel, and grunted as it thrust deep into her again. At its deepest, she felt Anne's crotch pressing against her ass cheeks and knew the woman was wearing one of those strap-on dildos she'd seen out in the store.
"I just love fucking slutty little slave girls." Anne growled, thrusting hard and fast.
Her globed hands roughly fondled Brooke's sore ass cheeks, then slid along her side, stroking and massaging the flesh of her lower, then upper back, then moving around to gently stroke the sides of her breasts. She pumped the dildo steadily, grunting in time with the hard thumping blows of the dildo's head against Brooke's cervix.
Her hands then slid beneath Brooke's breasts and squeezed harshly, her fingers mashing deeply into the soft meat. Brooke groaned, her titties still sore from their harsh treatment the other day. Anne crushed the mammaries still harder, the leather flicking painfully across the sharp little nipples.
Brooke broke into tears, deep gut wrenching sobs racking her body, then she came, her ass bucking back against Anne's thrusting dildo. She gasped and grunted and wept, tears pouring down her cheeks as fuck honey bubbled out of her twat slit.
Anne jerked back on the choke chain, half strangling her as she pulled the girl's head off the floor, then back against her. She shoved forward on Brooke's back at the same time as she pulled the chain, bowing the slender back like a reed.
Brooke kept cumming, her body shuddering under a massive onslaught of ecstatic hammer blows of pleasure. The hard dildo was pistoning in and out of her slit as Anne's hips slapped against her sore ass cheeks. Her head swam as the air was choked out of her, and the orgasm seemed to swell and grow, bursting over her to consume her like a fire burst devouring paper.
Then Anne dropped the leash and she fell back to the floor gasping and shaking, her chest heaving as she fought for breath.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After such a hard, even brutal fucking, most women would have been content to lie down and rest for some time to come, not Brooke. Her bubbling cunt pot still pulsed with need, as it had steadily for long days now.
She eagerly hurried across town to the strip club, arriving breathless and excited, her nipples hard, breasts swollen and cunt sizzling. She knocked on the back door as she'd been told and Rob answered, looking down at her with a smirk.
"Well, well, well. Ready for your first live performance?" In reply, Brooke opened her coat and gave him an eyeful. He grinned and then laughed openly, hauling her inside and closing the door behind her.
"You really are a hot little cunt aren't you?" he grinned.
"Wanna fuck me?"
"Sheeiiiit!" he laughed. He pushed her face against the wall, sliding the coat aside. Brooke pushed out her ass, assuming the frisk position, then she grunted and gave a sigh of pleasure as she felt his prick slide up into her cunt tunnel.
He drove his cock into her with hard thrusts, driving her to a hard shaking cum within seconds and pouring his own sperm up her hole within two minutes. He pulled out, slapped her on the ass and shoved her along the hall to where the dancers changing room was.
Jessie was already inside, wearing a G-string and a pair of tassels with propellers on them. There was a tall redhead she hadn't seen before, she was putting on a green silky outfit. Jessie eyed her with barely concealed disgust, pointing at a far table.
"Your shit is over there. Hurry up, you go on in ten minutes."
Brooke went over to the table and found the plaid skirt, knee socks, flat black shoes, white shirt and school jacket that Sam had said would go perfectly with her act. He didn't want her to wear the silky things the others wore, saying he wanted her to do the same strip she'd done in the office.
Even the underwear was more modest, a white string bikini and white bra, no lace, and no see through. She was supposed to be a teenage schoolgirl. She took off her coat and slipped out of her boots as Jessie watched.
"No. I don't want you to lick me. Fuck me, what a little hot assed twat. I bet you'd fuck anyone who asked, wouldn't you?" Brooke thought for a second, then nodded. Jessie turned away in disgust.. Ten minutes later she was at the edge of the stage.
Jessie introduced her as Sally the schoolgirl and she slipped out onto the stage. She hesitated briefly. She really couldn't see anybody out there, just dark outlines. The light on her blocked everything else. She began to skip around, then started dancing and stripping. Her hands slid up and down her body as she looked back into the near invisible audience with coy eyes. She repeated her performance of the other day, only went just a bit further.
They were so appreciative, filling the air with whistles and yells as she stripped to her skin and began to cavort, that her pussy began to quiver and steam in response. She felt incredibly turned on by the knowledge that the room was packed with men lusting after her naked body.
She wagged her ass and shook her tits at them just like the other girls had done, but then the caressing became harsher, less of an act and more of a performance. She squeezed her breasts, mashing the rounded meat. She pulled on her nipples, twisting them and distending her round titties.
Her hands slid up and down her belly and in between her legs, her finger sliding up and down over her clit as she gasped and panted excitedly. Her legs slid apart and she dropped to squat on the edge of the stage, two fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt pit, driving deep each time as the delighted men watched.
Her groans and moans overcame the sound system as she arched her back and then fell back onto the stage. Her knees spread wide and she rammed her fingers in and out of her cunt, squealing and yelping in delight. Her ass squirmed on the stage and then humped up and down as she drove herself into a frenzied orgasm.
That might have been bad enough if it had stopped there, but her dazed mind was filled with sex and more sex, with satisfying the burning in her loins.
One of the props Sam had come up with for her was a skipping rope, that was to emphasize her being a schoolgirl. She had skipped out onto the stage, then tossed the skipping rope aside, and as chance would have it, one of the handles was right by her widely splayed right foot.
The rope was a typical pink rubber thing, and the handles were thick bicycle handle things. She twisted on the stage, rolling over twice to grab the skipping rope, then jerked it against herself.
As the enthralled audience watched, she began to fuck herself with one of the handles, stuffing it deep into her cunt as her ass bounced and squirmed on the stage. She pulled in the rest of the rope and then shoved the other handle up her asshole, pumping both of them in and out as she screamed with joy.
Rob through back the first couple of guys that tried to climb onto the stage, but then he was overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Brooke was in a delirious state of sexual bliss when she felt the skipping rope ripped from her cunt and a hard male cock thrust into her.
She grunted and moaned in happiness as a man fucked her, then another man, then another. A virtual riot broke out in the bar as men fought to get up onto the stage and fuck her. Cock after cock slammed into her cunt, into her asshole and down her throat.
It was a repeat of the gang bang at the fraternity, only these men were more excited and more desperate, wanting to get their cocks into her before order was restored. Screams and yells rent the air. Tables crashed to the ground and chairs flew through the air.
Men fought all around her as Brooke grunted like a sow, cumming over and over again as frantic bodies piled atop her and desperate cocks thrust into her.
Sam had two choices for restoring order. He could call the police, which would likely get him charged with all manner of things, possibly including pimping, or lock the doors and wait until the customers wore themselves out.
He opted for the latter, locking the bar doors and locking up the booze. As each man got his rocks off in the writhing brunette and stumbled back from the stage, Rob or Sam or one of the girls would grab him and force march him to the door, then chuck him out.
It took an hour or so but finally the last of the crowd was shoved out the door and the dazed but happy would-be stripper, coated with sperm inside and out, was dragged down off the stage and out of the bar. Her coat was wrapped around her and she was tossed out the rear door of the bar and ordered never to return.
She made her way home, reason slowly beginning to return to her. She drove and walked like an automaton, reaching campus by pure luck and her dorm room by instinct.
She threw off her coat, kicked her boots into the closet and fell forward onto her bed, sobbing in despair. What was she going to do with herself? Was her life to be nothing but a constant round of cold, emotionless fucks by hard cruel people?
Would she have to abandon her dream of being a lawyer and become a stripper instead, used by cheap men whenever they wanted?"
"Brooke? Is something wrong?" She looked up as Robin came in the door, clad only in a towel. Her hair was wet and she was carrying a little package of shampoo and soap. She put them down and came over to sit on the bed next to Brooke. Her hand stroked through Brooke's long brown hair as she bent over.
"Are you alright?"
"No." Brooke whimpered.
"Well, what's wrong?"
Brooke blinked up at her in confusion, then abruptly pulled the towel away and pushed her face against Robin's left breasts, sucking hard on the big nipple.
"Shit! Hey!" Robin yelped, shoving her back and standing up.
"I'm sorry!" Brooke whimpered.
"What the... What is with you? Are you on drugs or something?"
"No." Brooke whispered.
"Well, then. Why have you been acting so weird lately?"
"I don't know. I... I... it's just that, oh I don't know what's been happening to me! I can't think! I can't study! All I can think about is sex, sex, sex."
"Sounds like me." Robin grinned.
"It's not like you! I mean ALL I can think about is sex, and I... I'm as, as horny as a bitch in heat! You wouldn't believe the things I've done in the last few days!"
Then she began to pour her heart out to Robin, who sat back down on the bed to listen. Robin looked startled when she mentioned the sex shop, even more startled when she told her about Anne, and astonished when she mentioned the gang bang at the fraternity.
"And the worst part is I loved every minute of it." Brooke whispered. "Even when they were peeing on me, I loved it."
"Wow!" you must be incredibly hot!"
Brooke nodded her head miserably.
"And you've been hot for me all this time?"
"Only in the last few days." she whispered.
"Well, I don't know Brooke. I've been hot before, but after a good fuck I usually cool off."
"I don't. I just get hotter."
"Huh. Well, let's see." She dropped her towel and stared into Brooke's eyes. Brooke felt her cunt begin to steam at once. Then Robin leaned forward and their mouths kissed briefly.
As if an explosion had occurred in her belly, Brooke threw her arms around Robin, dragged her down against her and started to suck ferociously, her lips sliding back and forth, her tongue pushing up into Robin's mouth.
Robin struggled briefly, then let her take control. Brooke's mouth moved hungrily against Robin's face, her hands coming up and fondling those big rounded titties. Then she pulled Robin over more so the two were laying side by side, arms entwined. Her face pushed down against Robin's tits, mashing them hard, her hands squeezing the thick, gelatinous meat.
Her tongue raced over the heavy mammaries, her lips kissing deeply, her mouth sucking hard. She sucked in each nipple, nibbled and suckled on it until it was steel hard, then kissed her way down Robin's belly and into her small golden tangle of pubic hairs.
Robin groaned in pleasure as Brooke began to eat her out. She fondled her own breasts, squeezing them together, rolling her nipples between her thumb an forefinger and humping her ass upward.
Brooke whimpered and whined excitedly as she ate Robin out. When Robin came, she slid a finger in between her own pussy lips, thrust it into her cunt and came herself, sucking down Robin's cunt juice. She kept licking, kept fingering the hard little clit, and Robin came again, then again.
Finally, Robin pulled her up her body so she was laying on top of the young blonde. Robin's arms slid around her back, hugging her as their lips joined together. Then they moved down to cup her firm round ass cheeks as their loins rocked and mashed against each other.
Robin turned her over and knelt between her legs. The instant her tongue touched Brooke's clit, the brunette screamed and bucked her ass up and down in a frenzied flurry of humping movements. Her arms and legs jerked spastically as she grunted and gasped and moaned in delirious bliss.
After long seconds, she finally calmed down and Robin began to tongue her clit. It took less than thirty seconds to drive her gasping body into another gut wrenching orgasm. Robin rubbed away at her clitty as she came, then began eating once more.
Brooke threw off a string of a dozen hard mind blowing cums in the next ten minutes, amazing Robin, who'd never seen the like before. Finally, she climbed up and lay down on her side facing the exhausted Brooke. They hugged each other tightly as they fell asleep.
Robin woke some hours later to find a relaxed Brooke still in her arms, calmly sucking her nipple and sliding a thin finger in and out of her cunt slit. Her body was already heated up and she growled and rolled over onto the brunette, their tongues dancing together.
She shifted around and dropped her cunt down onto an eager Brooke's mouth, then began to lick and suck on Brooke's clitty. Less than ten seconds later Brooke started bouncing up and down beneath her. She clutched the girl's ass cheeks and held on, sucking hard on the clitty as it buzzed beneath her.
Brooke came again a minute later, then Robin exploded, sending waves of cunt honey pouring down into Brooke's waiting mouth. She brought Brooke to three more shaking, orgasmic convulsions, then tiredly shifted around again to lie next to her.
Again they fell asleep, and again Robin awoke. This time she was on her back, her legs spread wide. Brooke was lapping quietly at her slit, and from the feel of it, had been for a while. Brooke grinned shyly, then giggled and began sucking more forcefully, thrusting a finger into her tight cunt and fucking her with it.
Robin's exasperation was tempered by the heat in her quivering belly and before she could complain her back arched and she bounced on the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as orgasmic explosions tore through her body.
Brooke crawled up alongside her as she lay gasping for breath, her face bright and happy.
"I tried to let you sleep." She said, holding up the big black dildo she'd mentioned.
"I used this, but I'm still hot."
"Shit." Robin sighed, taking the big dildo from her and looking at it with wide eyes. She grinned evilly then and rolled over on top of Brooke, shoving her arms up above her head and holding them in place as she pushed the dildo against her slit and rammed it in. Brooke squealed with pleasure, bucking her ass upwards as the dildo sank down into the pit of her cunt box.
Robin fucked her to three orgasms with the dildo, then they lay together hugging each other, while Brooke told her all the intimate details of her slutty actions with the other people.
"You really liked having your hands tied up?"
Brooke grinned and nodded.
"Want me to do it?"
"Would you?"
They experimented with various types of bondage as they fucked all night long. Brooke's appetite really did seem insatiable, and Robin, more than a little turned on herself, was determined to plumb the depths of the girl's tormented mind.
She tied her wrists behind her and fucked her with the dildo, making Brooke come four times, then she spanked her, making her cum twice. She had Brooke eat her out, cumming twice herself, then wrapped a long line of rope around Brooke's body, cutting it deeply into her breasts and thighs and pussy.
Brooke came just by shimmying her thighs together. Robin led her around the floor on her hands and knees, tugging on a rope around her neck, and twisted her breasts hard, making Brooke scream into the gag she had stuffed in her mouth.
All night long they sucked and licked and fingered and fucked, until Brooke finally collapsed of sheer exhaustion. When she awoke the next day they resumed their lesbian sex play, with Brooke acting the part of the little blonde's sex slave.
Gradually her sexual flame diminished, though never went out. It was replaced in part by a deep love, respect and devotion to Robin. Under Robin's careful ministrations she gradually began to regain the assertive part of her nature and resume her studies.
But she never recaptured the singular drive that had almost completely repressed her sex drive for so long, and she remained Robin's toy, her sex slave, feeling no degradation when she was with the blonde, performing whatever acts either of them was inspired to.
She even made up the time she'd lost at school, keeping up her straight A average. Her love and devotion to Robin filled the emptiness in her life that had created the sexual monster which had briefly consumed her being.
Now free of it, she rejoiced in her newfound freedom, beginning to really enjoy life for the first time in years. After some prodding from Robin, she even began dating again, and fucking men. Sometimes she and Robin would double date and have a mini orgy with their dates.
Yet even so, every now and then, she thought back to those days of the gang bangs and strip teases and sluttish, wanton behaviour, and her pussy began to twitch in want. Then she'd seek out Robin, who would arrange with the guys from Delta Ki to make Brooke the guest at a private party. Sometimes she'd even join in.
After all, they now knew what repressing her desires could lead to.
