Modern Relations (part 07): Alexandra’s Freshman Year

Alex woke smelling bacon and coffee. She’d wanted to surprise Kevin with a nice breakfast. Instead, he walked in holding a tray with coffee, OJ, eggs and bacon.

“Breakfast is served. Everything a growing girl needs,” he said cheerfully.

Alex sat up and arranged her pillows. Kevin put the tray on her lap then kissed her gently on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she said. Then she stretched into a yawn, “Mmmm, What time is it?”

“Sevenish.”

She picked up a piece of bacon and waved it at him accusingly, “That’s a little early given the night we had don’t you think?” He looked on innocently. Alex waved the bacon strip across her plate, “I suspect all this is some sort of bribe.” She bit into the bacon.

“Bribe accepted I guess.”

“Well... Bacon,” she laughed “What’s it for? I don’t recall you doing anything bad last lately.” She smiled up at him, “Naughty maybe...”

“Ok... payment then... for a new story. As I recall we agreed to one last night. I want to hear about the accidental whoring,” he said.

Alex snorted, stuffing a bite of eggs into her mouth. “Dog on a bone. Sure, get me my laptop,” she thumbed a hand at the MacBook on her night stand. Kevin walked around, picking up the notebook and placing it next to her, lid open.

“Turn your head,” she commanded. When he did she typed in her password. “Ok, view the contents of ‘undergrad/freshman1’, and come around here so I can see and you can be comfortable.”

Kevin came back around to his side of the bed and sat Yoga style at the head. Alex washed down the last of her eggs with OJ. She could feel warmth radiating off Kevin and he smelled pleasant. She wanted to lean over and hug him, but instead let him browser her private files.

As Kevin opened a slide show, Alex relaxed back against the headboard and enjoyed some excellent coffee.

“So those are pics from my Freshman year. Mom got me a digital camera as a going away present; she wanted to me send her photos each week. I took a few and sent them on DVD each week for a while. These are the highlights.”

“Wow, is that Wendy! She’s so young,” Kevin exclaimed. Alex was amused at his fascination and focus. He clearly appreciated her best friend.

“And she’s two years my senior,” Alex said looking over at the screen. Wendy smiled back, filling the whole page. Rocking blue hair during the first week of classes, set the precedent for her remaining career and Georgetown. Wendy was the hot artsy chick.

“Well, asians look really young for their age...” he quipped. She punched his arm light heartedly. Wendy’s father was a Japanese diplomat type who married a british minor noble type. Lady Something-or-other, Wendy called her.

Alex smiled back at them in the next slide. Alex examined her bespeckled sixteen year old version. Twelve years added small crows feet and laugh lines. Her still didn’t glow quite as much as it did then. On the other hand she didn’t have pimples anymore, so that was a win.

“You’re cute in glasses,” Kevin said softly. Kevin focused sharply on her image too, Alex noted.

“I usually wore contacts. Obviously this is before I had LASIK.” Kevin changed the slide.

“Who’s the barbie?” Now a well endowed blond posed for the camera.

“That would be Fawn, my roommate.” Fawn looked like a blonde playmate complete with the All American smile and blue eyes.

“Christ, your room must have been a shrine for the male population.”

“Oh, yeah? How’s that?” Alex asked chewing her words with mock anger.

Kevin, laughed. “Easy now...” He put a hand on his chest and said innocently, “I compliment.”

“What I mean is, she’s the Playboy Bunny type and you’re the sexy librarian type. Together you covered 90% of male fantasies. Adding Wendy, the asian hottie, and you’d have a trifecta.”

“Hah, we were roommates from Sophomore year on. Off campus of course. We always got a fair bit of play but nothing Mecca-like. Fawn did get most of the attention. She earned a partial scholarship and paid the rest by stripping. So she tended to be more flamboyant on top of being...” Alex waved her hand at Fawn’s sexy image, “...all that.”

“No shit? I would not expect that from someone named Fawn,” he deadpanned. Flipping through several more photos Kevin stopped at one of the three of them together and whistled. “Well, that is 100% of the male fetishes covered, and about 40% of the female. Jesus.”

“Halloween,” Alex said, nodding sagely, remembering it fondly.

“I see your Mother’s rules at work on your costumes.” The three of them were dressed fairly slutty. Lots of leg and midriff exposed. Fawn looked about to burst out of her top.

“Wendy did it all, she’s really into Manga, if you remember. She made all the costumes, I helped some.” She shook her head, “It was weeks of work. Fawn was... Princess Sailor Moon, maybe? I don’t know. I never can remember what Wendy or I were supposed to be.”

“Fawn is Sailor Moon (not princess), Wendy is Rei Ayanami in battle gear and you are Major Kusanagi, a deadly cyborg in a bodysuit and combat boots,” Kevin rattled off absent mindedly. “You should have been Rei. Wendy’s too busty and short for it, technically, but in that suit she looks like a million bucks.” He looked at Alex, “You make a beautiful Major but Rei suits your personality a bit better.”

“So, you're into Manga too?” What an insipid question! And why didn’t she know that? “What do you mean about Rei?” Her two best friends would have something else in common, now.

“You’d have to see Evangelion. I gather you haven’t?” She shook her head. “Well, I’m not saying you’re Rei, she’s pretty fucked up - even more than normal for manga, but she’s got a pretty submissive bent to her. The Major... not submissive - just fucking sexy to look at. Like you at work.”

Alex gushed with pleasure. “Thank you sweetie.” Then she added, “Maybe you and Wendy should have hooked up, you seem to have a lot in common.”

“Ha, fetishizing Manga is hardly uncommon,” he said uncomfortably. Hm, maybe hooking up with Wendy appealed to him.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” she asked. Putting a patronizing hand on his shoulder she teased, “is she one of your wank fantasies?” By the look on his face, she was.

Kevin deflected, “are we in an open relationship now?”

“I thought we established that last night when you offered me as a tip,” she said. Alex liked the direction this was going. More possibilities opened for them as couple. But she saw hesitation in Kevin’s eyes.

“We need to discuss the rules for that ahead of time... no pushing limits and waiting for safe words,” he said, seriously.

“So, yer open to being open,” she quipped. Kevin looked serious and pensive. She didn’t want to deal with this right now.

Giggling, she relented and refocused the subject back to Manga, “I never got Manga, I guess. It’s all just cartoons.”

“You haven’t been introduced to it properly. You need your hand held, is all. Manga goes way back, before cartoons were invented. The best stuff is amazing. Once hooked, it’s irresistible.”

“That’s word-of-word what Wendy said freshman year... the hand being held bit I mean. Creepy. It’s like you’re in a cult or something.” She gazed into the middle-distance, remembering, “Wendy never did hold my hand... not that way at least. We always started necking before we ever got to watching anything”

Kevin knew about Wendy and Alex. She’d told him a few days before. “Maybe we should have a threesome,” he joked.

“Oh, that would be such a bad idea,” Alex stated flatly. “She kind of loves me. Seeing us together would probably kill her, even if she participated.”

Kevin shrugged, as if indifferent. “Were you two fucking before Halloween?”

“No, she was dateless at the time though. Wendy insisted we all wear these outfits to the big Halloween party. We agreed. And, like I said, I helped a bit.”

“Can I make some observations?” She shrugged, nodding. “Wendy was already in love with you and threatened by Fawn.”

“What? that’s crazy.”

“No, look.” He pointed to Fawn. “She dressed Fawn up as Sailor Moon, who is super cute and wholesome. Now, bless her, anyone like Fawn would transform even the most wholesome character into a sex pot. So that backfired a bit for Wendy.”

He paused pointing back and forth between The Major and Rei, “But the real story is you and Wendy. She had to know you’d make a better (well more authentic) Rei, physically I mean. Instead she made you into the iconic manga version of the fighting fuck-bot, literally. And then herself into the ultimate mysterious object of desire.”

Alex blanched. “That’s a lot to get out of a picture.”

“No, in Manga, the subtext has subtext. There is a rich culture here and Wendy is from that culture. I doubt she missed it, though maybe she didn’t understand exactly how ironic she was being.”

“So what are you saying?”

“This event, Manga Halloween, is a declaration of love, or lust, and boundary for her. She is making Fawn less appealing, as much as she can... without being obvious. You are the powerful sexual hero and she is the submissive, alluring enigma. In the end, Wendy is saying she wants you to be her major fuck-bot.”

Alex contemplated that. Wendy spent weeks making those costumes. It was an act of love. And she’d said as much late Halloween night. Alex felt sheepish for only now understanding. “We did kind of hook up that night. But Fawn is no threat, that girl is 100% straight.”

“Kind of hooked up?”

“Heh,” she laughed, looking slyly at Kevin... her Master. “Yeah, the night was... eventful.”

“Do tell!” he batted his eyes at her with mock enthusiasm to cover real curiosity. Maybe she would talk to Wendy about a threesome. Kevin’s cute eagerness deserved some reward.

“I thought you wanted to know about other things,” she said coyly.

“I do. But you can do both I think.” Kevin picked up the tray with empty dishes. “Think about it while I put this away and clean the kitchen up.”

Alex got up, voided, and took a quick shower while brushing her teeth. She returned to bed, sprawling wet and happy on top of the covers, as Kevin returned. Suddenly she felt playful. Her pussy flushed at the sight of him in his robe.

“Ok, I’ll tell you the story on one condition,” she opened. Kevin froze, his attention focused on her naked form. “It’s got some nasty stuff, I need to know you’re into it.” She scooted her ass to the edge of the bed, lifting her legs and spreading them. She pointed at her pussy, “I need you in here the whole time, if you go soft, I want to know it.”

Kevin pulled off his robe and stood between her legs. Hard already, he rubbed the head against her pussy, lubricating it, then slipped in fully in a long lunge. “Anything else?”

Alex gasped. “No, I see you’re quite ready to hear things.” She looked him directly in the eyes, fixing him with a serious look, “But, I warn you, Master. You’re about to find out what a whore your future wife really is.” His cock twitched inside her, getting even harder, if such a thing were possible. She gushed onto him, making it easy for him to spear her.

“Ok, you asked for it...”

Alex’s Story
I got to Georgetown early to get through registration and dorm assignment quicker. I lucked out getting Fawn for a roomie. Wendy settled in next door; our rooms shared a bathroom. I met Wendy first, Fawn showed up the day before class registration. We three hit it off immediately. Wendy’s roommate, on the other hand, we wanted to hit immediately.

Abigale, we called her ‘Crabby Abby’ behind her back, was a girl with little sense but many rules. Religious and right wing, of the homeschooled variety, Abby fumbled introductions, blundered into private conversations and judged what required no verdict. Worse, her dental hygiene lacked. Consequently Wendy gravitated to our room. We used the bathroom like a demilitarized zone.

Wendy announced her status as Bi from the start. I revealed nothing about my past. Fawn said she liked men exclusively, without the stressed insistence of a phobic. She’d been fucking men since she “got these puppies” as she called her breasts. Abby lectured us on the sins of sex, particularly gay sex.

I was Pre-Law, Wendy majored Fine Arts and Communications while Fawn took PoliSci and Communications. Laughably, Abby chose pre-med. By end of year, she dropped out. Creationism and Biology don’t mix. It didn’t help that her roommate brought home both women and men to deliberately screw with her. Wendy seemed to be grudge fucking Abby by proxy.

Anyway, first week of college I understood two things. One, this was easier than I’d thought. And two, I needed to get laid.

I added two freshman level classes: Philosophy and Psychology. The professor, youngish hot and married, seduced me out of my pants immediately after signing me up.

Eventually, I obtained a stable of young men who appreciated sex, loathed commitment and took direction. I called for lovers like they were take-out. Yeah, like mother like daughter - except I didn’t fuck them all at once or get knocked up.

Wendy, dated a girl to start with, then broke up with her and started eating men. Soon enough, she went back to a new girl for two weeks. And so on and on. It’s the same pattern now, but abbreviated.

Fawn had no discretion at all. She brought home men in a steady stream, I rarely saw the same one.

Abby attended prayer meetings.

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So, halloween... a gazillion people packed into this big off campus party in some sort of warehouse, having fun and drinking. In contrast to my previous licentious Halloween, I had girlfriends to keep me company. Well, ‘girlfriend’ anyway.

We lost Fawn immediately. She ended up at a Frat house. Fawn coyly avoided relating details about it the next day. But later she confessed to taking a train of five or six frat boys in a drunken haze. They just fucked her, no oral or anal. She sounded weirdly indifferent about it to me.

Wendy and I had a great time. We danced for hours, drinking liberally, ending up at a small party at a professor’s apartment. Not the philosophy guy. By two in the morning, ten of us could still stand. Wanting to steam things up, I suggested strip truth or dare. Original, I know. The professor overrode me, convincing everyone we should play strip “would you rather.” Idiot. We agreed.

The ‘strip’ twist involved a vote. If a majority agreed you lied then off came an article, of the askers choice.

I demanded first question and set the tone for the night. I opened by asking Wendy if she’d rather lick my pussy or the very cute professor’s. She chose my pussy instantly. To be honest I hadn’t expected that. The voters decided she lied. Wendy’s consume consisted of boots, gloves, a body suit and two head thingies. Harshly I picked her bodysuit. Right off the bat I had her in the nude sitting comically in boots, gloves and nothing else.

Strangely, the most attractive people seemed to be liars. Several people were topless or bottomless by the time the question got back to me. A math major made me take off my belt. Everyone yelled at him. He could have selected my one piece bodysuit. Beltless, I asked the professor if she’d rather suck a cock or teach her classes in the nude. She selected nude and lost. I selected her bra. She sat there in panties and shoes. She voted to change the rules, “winner” had to make the “loser” either do something or strip, “winners” choice. Everyone agreed. Finally, things would get interesting.

The prof asked Wendy a lame question and lost. Wendy turned to me with a mean look. She asked, “Would you rather lick my pussy or have the professor fist you?” I knew what the answer should be and selected opposite, just to make sure Wendy got to tell me what to do. Apparently no one believed I wanted to be fisted by the prof.

Wendy smiled smugly and spread her legs. “I think you know what to do,” she said. I did.

I spent a good five minutes tonguing Wendy to heaven. She was the first girl for me besides ‘Cindy’. Wendy responded very much the same. As I worked, I could hear commentary from the peanut gallery. They concluded I’d gone down on a girl before. Wendy, knew for sure. I brought her to a rousing orgasm. Then I crawled up her prostrate form and planted a wet kiss on her. I bit her ear and sucked on her neck. She whispered in my ear, “I love you Alexandra.” My cunt squirmed with delight. I’d never been loved before.

For her, the game was over. She wanted to take me home right then. I knew I didn’t want to be her next two week fling. It would get awkward. So I whispered back, “I love you too, Wendy. But I want to stay and have fun.”

We stayed. I got naked soon enough. The professor had it in for me. I found myself giving her head to satisfaction. Wendy and I both got fucked by at least two guys each and one girl made Wendy lick her boyfriends cum out of her pussy.

Participants blacked out or coupled off until just me and Wendy remained up. We collected our gear and put them back on as best we could. Then the Major and Rei went home.

On the way, Wendy asked me if I meant what I’d said. I confirmed it with condition. I didn’t want to be one of her two week babes and I didn’t want to give up my men.

“Ok, so what are we going to do?”

“We continue as good friends.”

“I want you... badly,” she said, desperately.

“Ok, this Friday, when we’re sober and Fawn is at her weird job, you can make your moves on me. If you still feel it. But Sunday I have a date with... um... with someone at his house.”

Ever since then, Wendy has been trying to convince me to stay with her permanently. We do love each other but it’s not that same for me.

--

Wendy agreed not to fuck me the next Friday. And we continued our relationship as friends. Fawn laid off the men for a while. She got real serious about her classes and work. She claimed to have a steady boyfriend, but I found no evidence of it outside of the weird Friday/Saturday work shifts. I was used to late night shifts because of Mom, so it never occurred to me to put it together with stipping. Or hooking, as it turns out.

Turkey-day weekend we both stayed at the school. Wendy and damn near everyone except Abby left town. Fawn came in Friday afternoon with a worried expression on her face. After some cajoling she spit out her problem. She’d promised her boyfriend she would “pull a train” for him but she was nervous about it. We went back and forth on why she didn’t just say no, or dump him or whatever. Irrationally, she wouldn’t do it. Naively I now assumed she had a boyfriend and he was a jerk. Eventually, Fawn asked me to go with her, to split the workload.

Oddly, I didn’t find this out of line at all. What a slut.

“Come on Alex, I know you like playing the field. You weren’t shocked or judgemental when I told you about Halloween. And I’ve seen that schoolgirl outfit you have. So I figured you’ve done something like this or at least you’d be good company.”

It says something about me that my first questions was, “How many?” It says more that upon finding out, my pussy vibrated with delight. I spent many nighting thinking about the gangbang last Halloween.

Her boyfriend Jack, she said, was a fireman in Rockville and he wanted to surprise his whole crew with a girl who would fuck them all in the fire house. Ten men was just too many for her, though.

In the end I agreed. I wore the schoolgirl outfit, like a good whore. Fawn dress like a cowgirl. Really, I don’t understand why we didn’t just go in jeans and strip down.

I didn’t even question it when a town car, driven by a big bodybuilder type black dude incongruously named Norman, pulled up. I actually said something like, “You must be Jack,” he looked at me confused and corrected me. A small doubt entered my head at that point but I blew it off.

Anyway, we arrived at the firehouse in Rockville. The newish firehouse reflected the values of the upper income neighborhood it served, tax dollars well spent. Norman escorted us into the place and stood by me while Fawn talked to Jack privately. While not bad looking, Jack was fortyish, bald, and sported a small potbelly. He seemed a bit old for her, frankly. I noticed she looked pretty fine, standing next to him, in her cowgirl outfit.

Fawn brought him over, and said, “I was just discussing the rules with Jack here, Trish.” We’d previously agreed to use pseudonyms. As she went over the rules, I decided several critical ones were missing while some included would reduce the fun for me. She didn’t want anal, for instance but hadn’t mentioned anything about cameras.

I interrupted, “Is it ok if rules are different for me than for Nikki?” Jack nodded agreeably, looking me over wolfishly. “I don’t mind anal as long as it’s lubed and rubberized and controlled. Ok?” He nodded. “And I hate the taste of condoms, so either have the guys use flavored lube or they can go bare in my mouth. No ass to pussy without switching condoms. Absolutely no pictures.” Jack asked a few questions we agreed to rules. He seemed really professional about all this, as if he wasn’t loaning his girlfriend out to fuck all his buddies. But maybe that’s why he called her Nikki instead of Fawn, maybe they didn’t know.

I know, stupid. But by this time I was horny from the thought of fucking multiple guys again, as if I had a contact high from wearing the same outfit from the night with the three Musketeers.

Jack asked that we “put on a show” before the activities started and then left to discuss the rules with his fellows.

I looked at Fawn, “Show? What does he mean by a show?”

“He means a strip tease, of course.”

“I don’t know anything about stripping. How is that going to go over.” I only knew how to dance at clubs. The thought of stripping enticingly to an audience mortified me.

“You’re about get gangbanged and yer worried about the stipping?” She snorted. Norman gave me a look. She had a point, but I already knew how to fuck in groups.

“No, I’m worried about looking stupid. Look, why don’t we just make out in front of them?”

“Why would that do anything for them?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding, you’re about to fuck ten guys and you don’t know men love watching girls go down on each other?” This time Norman chortled.

“I wouldn’t know what to do,” she insisted apparently as mortified by sex play as I was at stripping.

“Let me handle it,” I said. Was I taking charge? “First we need to prepare.” I had her take off her shirt, also tied in a knot like mine, and just put on her vest which barely covered her nipples. Then we both removed our thongs. I didn’t plan on doing much stipping.

Jack came back. “The guys are ready and know the rules.” He led us to a gym area with a bunch of equipment. I counted eleven muscular young firefighters standing around apprehensively in a loose half circle at the end of the gym. They cheered when we entered. With Jack, that made twelve men. Shit. My mind reeled but my body was all for it, my pussy getting wetter but the second.

“Gentlemen,” I could not believe it, he was speech making. “I want to congratulate some of you on graduating and some for getting promoted. To show my appreciation for your efforts, I brought you Nikki and Trish.” He paused while they cheered. “These two whores have agreed to fuck yall for the next hour or two. Now, as I discussed before, there are rules. If you break them. Norman here will break you and I will too. So, do we have a deal?”

Everyone cheered and my pussy ached. It never occurred to me he’d accurately called me a whore. I just assumed he meant sluts. As lust, fear, and adrenaline flowed through me, I felt alive in a way that’s hard to describe. Somehow that fed my desire.

“Okay, Trish and Nikki are going to be putting on a show first. They’ll tell you when you can start.” He pushed a button on a remote and music poured out of hidden speakers. The song was “My Sharona.” I hate that fucking song.

The boys wore eager expressions. Fawn looked worried. I pushed her to the center of the room near a bench of some sort, then turned her around for a fierce kiss. More cheers broke out. Fawn kissed back after a second. We did this for maybe fifteen seconds. She wasn’t very into it.

I pulled her vest down around her arms pinning them behind her. Whispering, “follow my lead.” in her ear, I spun her around, arms still pinned, so she presented her breasts, unobstructed to the crowd. Everyone cheered. again. With growing confidence, I whispered to Fawn, “keep your face pointing to the crown no matter what happens next.” As the cheers died down I pushed Fawn forward so she leaned over the bench with straight arms. She dropped her head down, forgetting to look at the crowd. So I yanked her up by the hair and smacked her ass. “Look at the crowd slut,” I said, “I want them to see how much you enjoy this next part.”

I got behind Nikki, flipping her skirt up and put my face on her vagina. Fawn claimed to be 100% straight, but her pussy sure didn’t care who licked it. She gushed onto my tongue immediately. In about a minute I had her moaning through and orgasm. I rode her across a few. The audience loved it. Apparently, she kept her face up and they saw the pleasure written there. This was no fake show.

Suddenly I wondered if this was like the skits Mom did at her club.

Finally, I stood up and asked, “does anyone want to take my place?” The men raised hands, waiting for me to pick them, instead of rushing in. How cute! I stipped off my top and bent next to Fawn on the bench looking up at the men, “Well come on, we’re not going to fuck ourselves.” That got a few laughs.

Inside a minute, a guy had his cock inside Fawn’s wet pussy. A cock in her mouth cut off her moan as the guy bottomed out in her well lubricated pussy. No one got to me for a second, so I observed her. She used the hand blocking technique, and it looked toothy. With all her experience, I expected more. Another guy played with her tits. I noticed most men gravitated to Fawn. Blondes have all the fun , I thought glumly.

I soon forgot about ‘Nikki’ as a mouth worked on my slick pussy. I moaned encouragement. Seconds later a cock pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth to let it in, suckling the head and getting it wet. The guy seemed happy to have just the tip in. I decided to pace myself and not take him all the way. Soon the mouth on my pussy brought me to a head. I came, moaning around the cock in my mouth, which suddenly started spewing. I tried to catch all of it, but its owner jerked around spastically spraying cum all over my mouth and chin.

In a brief pause between cocks, I saw Fawn on her back on another bench with a guy straddling her chest. She held her breasts together for him. While he fucked his shaft between the huge globes, Fawn worked the head with her mouth. Suddenly I understood why she wasn’t proficient at blowjobs. The guy pumped a few times before he shouted, ripped the condom off and sprayed her face and chest with cum. Behind him another guy pumped his cock into her pussy, comically using her legs as shield to avoid touching his friend. Sex was funny stuff sometimes.

I giggled a little before the next guy pushed a cock into my face. The guy in my pussy finished off and another immediately replaced him. I tried to concentrate on coming again. But two cocks sawing into you with different rhythms makes the big-O unlikely. So I worked on getting them off. I tongued the cock in my mouth, he soon realized I could take more and pushed into my throat with a “whoop” of delight. He said something like, “I’m in this whore’s throat, guys! O god, that feels great.”

That got some attention. The guy started fucking my face to the cheers of his fellows. I worked the cock as well as I could, he pulled out before I ran out of breath and sprayed my face, whooping once more, “Ah, take it on the face, bitch.”

The room filled with chatter now as the men became more comfortable. About half of them had gotten some action and the rest looked unrushed. The cock in my pussy pulled out. I couldn’t tell if he’d cum or not. Someone said, “Hey, who's got the longest dick? Let’s see how deep she can take it.” After a brief discussion with much boasting, they decided Jack had the longest cock. Lucky Fawn , I thought cluelessly. I changed my mind when I saw what dangled between his thighs. The monster had to be a foot long. Not too wide though.

“Think you can take it?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Get some lube and lets try,” I said quietly.

Soon his had his cherry flavored cock half way into my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and straightened my throat as much as I could. His cock bent down a little, making it difficult. Everyone stopped to watch, and make bets. Fawn watched as well, forgetting about the cum dripping all over her face and breasts.

I got it about three fifths of the way in. It wouldn’t go further even though I controlled my gag reflex. Finally I pulled back.

A few men cheered prematurely, thinking I surrendered. Instead I lay down on the bench with my head over the end and waved Jack over. The position extend my throat and might work with the bend in his long cock. When Jack moved to my mouth to push his cock in, I put my hands against his thighs. He pushed in and out guided by my hands allowing me to get more of the long cock in each time. Finally, Jack just pushed in to the hilt, immediately pulling back out to let me gag. Everyone started talking at once. Most were groaning in disbelief. Apparently, you could see his cock in my throat from the outside.

Someone said, “it’s like a snake swallowing another snake!” Everyone laughed at the comment. Jack set up a rhythm with me. Eventually his whole length filled my throat on each thrust, to the whoops and cheers of his comrades.

Jack fucked me like that for the longest five minutes of my life, as I tried to suppress my gag reflex and breath. He finally blew his surprisingly small load onto my forehead.

After that everyone took a turn at my mouth. A guy thoughtfully licked me to an orgasm while a I took a few loads in the face. Then I had a steady stream of men fucking my pussy and mouth, together. Most pulled out before they came and went to play Fawn.

After a while I took a break and watched Fawn getting fucked. It seemed everyone wanted to “titty fuck Nikki.” Her face and breasts were plastered with cum. The guys kept her in virtually the same position holding her head and fucking her mouth and breasts. When one guy finished with her chest the guy fucking her would drop her legs and straddle her chest for go. Not a creative bunch, I thought.

Two of the guys wanted to DP me. I didn’t actually know the acronym. One guy lay back on the bench and I sat back on his lubed and condomed cock, taking a minute or two to get all the way on it. Then his friend pushed a rather large cock into my pussy. The guy beneath me held me up and soon they had a rhythm. I reached down to my clit and stroked myself to an orgasm. After a minute I felt another deeper one building. I moaned as it approached. Soon a train of orgasms, some deep in my vagina and some shallow at my clit, rolled through me.

Heaven couldn’t be better. The guy in my pussy came into his condom. Another replaced him and soon they had the rhythm built up again. My orgasms continued as I moaned and screamed and spewed profanities without restraint.

Three guys fucked my pussy before the guy in my ass declared he wanted to cum on my face. I lifted off him and kneeled. He stood over me, pumping. This must have been his first time because the load was huge. He hosed my face and hair down as I fingered myself to a pleasant orgasm.

After he was done, I looked around. Only half the men were present. Those who remained were standing or sitting around talking among themselves, fully clothed. Nikki had one last guy on her chest. Soon he pulled up and sprayed her face.

I looked at the clock. Indications were we’d fucked all the guys cumless in just over an hour. I walked over to Fawn.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

She sat up and nodded. “I’ve been titty fucked before but never like that, Jesus.”

“You don’t sound thrilled,” I whispered.

“Well, that’s cause I’m not. I thought it would be different, boy... was I wrong,” she whispered back. Then she looked at me conspiratorially, “I faked all the moaning and orgasms.”

“Even when I went down on you?” I asked disbelieving.

She blushed deep red, “Well,no,” she smiled, “with twelve cocks around, it’s really funny only your mouth was fun!”

“What about Halloween?” I asked, thinking about her ‘pulling a train’, “did you cum then?” Fawn shook her head. Was I a weirdo for liking this? “So, why are you even here?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, suddenly despondent.

“Am I as big a mess as you are?” I asked. She nodded, and giggled. I looked into the mirrored wall across the gym, Fawn and I were indeed a mess, topless and drenched in cum. The white material really stood out in my black hair.

I thought about liking the some cum off her for show, but decided not to. It would only be for titillation and no one seem to care. Certainly Fawn wouldn’t.

“This is kind of anticlimactic,” I observed looking around the near empty room.

Just then Jack came over and pointed us in the direction of the showers. Fawn and I dropped our skirts and shoes in the gym and walked to the showers completely nude. Walking around a firehouse nude, got my motor running again. Norman followed us in and watched us shower. That got me hotter. Cleaned and toweled off, we arrived back at the gym. After we got back in uniform, Jack escorted us to the entrance.

“I want to thank you both. You were quite professional. What’s more I appreciate a whore who likes her job.” Jack’s matter of fact tone blew me away. Job?

He pulled out three white envelopes handing one to Norman, one to Fawn and finally one to me. “I accounted for the two extra. And Trish,” he looked at me, “Mat, the fellow who won the bet, decided to add some onto yours,” he said. With more animation and a wink Jack added, “thanks for that, by the way. Not even my wife can do that and she’s been practicing for years.” He shook his head, “we never tried upside down like that.”

I nodded and smiled dumbly. Looking at my face, Fawn paled but managed to thank Jack. I did the same. Business concluded, we walked out and into the car. I sat in a daze for a few minutes just taking it in, trying to understand my feelings.

Finally I opened the envelope. It contained 52 twenty dollar bills. All but ten of them were crisp. I calculated I got 70 a head assuming the ten used twenties were from “Mat”.

Suddenly I was livid. I couldn’t even look at Fawn.

With an even voice, I asked, “Norman, are you Fawn’s pimp?”

“No Ma’am, I’m just the driver and bodyguard.”

“I see. And that envelope contains your pay?”

“No ma’am, it contains my employer’s take of the night's proceeds.”

“What’s the cut?” I asked sounding more sophisticated than I was.

“Thirty percent. It’s a hundred dollars a head per girl.”

I did a quick calculation, and whistled silently. Not fucking bad for doing and risking nothing.

“Norman, how much are you paid for this?”

“60 an hour, ma’am.”

“Well that seems like a small amount to pay a bodyguard of women like Nikki , here.” I said with vitriol.

Norman, smiled. “She didn’t tell you did she?” Fawn bent her head in shameful confirmation. “It’s OK, it's her first time too. She was supposed to go with ‘Candice’ but she had to bail at the last second cause of a bigger client. El didn’t have a replacement so ‘Nikki’ was going to go it alone. El wouldn’t let Fawn back out. So I guess she recruited you.

“Don’t be mad at her, young lady. You had to know what you were getting into with or without the pay. You can’t be that mad at her. I mean you were willingly to fuck all those guys for free,” he said sagely.

Fuck if Norman didn’t make sense. I looked at Fawn.

“That still doesn’t make it right,” I said, still in a rage.

“I don’t know ma’am. But to answer your earlier question, I get tipped by the ladies for the bodyguard work.”

“How much usually?”

“For this, 200 each.”

“That seems fair, given how this could have gone down.” I looked at Fawn finally, “Pay him.” She looked at me, dumbly. “Pay him 400, now,” I said.

Norman laughed as she began counting out twenty twenties. I wanted to kill my soon to be ex-roommate. I gathered my thoughts, preparing to lay into Fawn, when her phone rang. That phone call saved our relationship.

One of Trish’s many men worked on the administration staff. He said a dean and campus police were preparing to raid out room. Someone tipped them off about pot in our rooms. He didn’t know when the raid would be.

We both freaked. Everyone had pot in there rooms. Why pick on us. Norman stepped on in, weaving through the Black Friday traffic like a pro. We tipped him another 200.
Fawn and I burst into our room expecting to find it ransacked like in the movies. Nothing was amiss. She set about destroying the bong and I flushed the weed. After we’d covered our tracks Fawn and I talked about everything. I decided to forgive her for lying and she decided only Abby could have tipped us off.

Campus cops knocked on our door Monday morning at 9 sharp. Abby stood smiling in the hall behind the cops and the dean, confirming Fawn’s suspicion. I protested loudly about my rights the whole time, just to have fun. How often do you get this sort of drama. The whole dorm looked on, fascinated.

They found nothing of course. We were pretty mean to Abby from that point on.

Alex and Kevin
Alex lay wantonly on the bed, relaxed after the confession, with Kevin’s rampant cock buried deep in her wet pussy. Her legs wrapped around him loosely, heels on his buttocks. She looked up at her future husband gauging his thoughts. Kevin’s eyes were as dilated as his cock was hard.

“So, that’s how I became an accidental whore,” she said the word with relish. Alex sighed and pulled him in with her heels. She gasped in delight, feeling him bore deeper into her core. “How do you feel about marrying a whore,” she asked.

The slut was suddenly completely at ease with Kevin. Whatever, happened he knew more about her now than any other human on the planet. He knew almost everything. She lay bare before him in every way that mattered. It made her soft and gushy inside.

For his part Kevin responded without words, grabbing her hips and pushing deeperinto her. Grunting like an animal, he fucked her mercilessly for several minutes until they both screamed in ecstasy. Alex cried out with emotion and need. Kevin delivered exactly what she needed.

As he pumped a white river into her, Kevin pulled Alex up to him and kissed her brutally. He picked her up and pumped into her a few more times as she wrapped legs around him, cumming all over his cock.

Kevin threw Alex completely off his cock, back on the bed. Her legs flew into the air to counterbalance the landing. Her arms landed above her head. She raised her head back up to look at her lover, trying to understand what he planned. Feral, lidded eyes looked back at her.

She shivered as Her master grabbed both slender ankles and pulled them down the bed, twisting her so she rolled over onto her stomach. He pulled her until she lay completely stretched out, arms above her head and legs off the edge. Alex relaxed and waited.

Kevin dropped her legs and grabbed her hips. She wondered if he had the balls to do what she thought he should. Alex felt pressure on her anus.

“O christ master, be careful,” she hoped he ignored her. She could take it.

Without word of mercy Kevin shoved his pussy slicked cock into her ass in one fast painful motion, grunting as he bottomed out in her.

“Owww!” she yelled, meaning it. He ignored her, pulling back out and shoving back in to the hilt. “Ow!” she said again. The pain diminished, she squeezed his cock. He pulled out and pushed in again. “Ow!” she cried more softly. Again and again Kevin pumped into her mashing against her as if trying to get further into her core. On each plunge, Alex cried out with a soft ‘Ow’ even after it stopped hurting and started feeling good. Kevin seemed emboldened by her cries of pain. He pumped faster, causing Alex to whine a series of ever smaller ‘Ow’s until at last they changed to tiny ‘Ah’s as she started to reach her own pleasure plateau. He fucked her ass harder, and she milked him. The seeds of an orgasm bloomed, building deep inside her. She could feel it coming on quickly..

Suddenly, Kevin grabbed a handful of hair for leverage and began fiercely pumping into her. This spurred her on to greater heights of ecstasy and pain. She milked his cock with her muscles as well as she could. Soon they were both screaming a crescendo of moaning sounds as they both came.

Stars bloomed behind Alex’s closed eyes a she felt the orgasm explode up her spine and down her legs. She gripped the mattress, holding on as Kevin shrieked, pumping cum deep in her bowel. He thrust into her and stayed in. She could feel him spasm twice unloaded into her. Then he pulled back out and shoved back in hard, bottoming out for another two pumps, setting of mini orgasms in Alex. A third time and he finished cumming. Alex couldn’t stop her muscles form clenching around his softening cock.

Both lovers lay prone on the bed, Kevin on top of Alex and still inside her. She loved his relaxed weight on her slightly smaller body.

“Wow. That was wonderful,” she said. Her ass still spasmed.

“Christ Alex, that was hot. You fucked twelve guys...”

“And I was handsomely paid for it.”

“Can I fuck your throat like that?”

“Yes, Master.” Her pussy contracted at the word.

“Alex,” Kevin paused before he continued. She could feel his cock getting hard again in her gaping ass. Christ what was he thinking about that got him going again so soon? “Alex, you are my whore now, no one else’s,” he declared softlt. His cock twitched. Her pussy responded immediately.

Alex reached for his left hand. Finding it, she brought it to her mouth, kissing the ring like she’d done last night. “Yes, Kevin. I’m your whore now and one day I’ll be your wife.”

He squeezed he to him, “Thank you Alex, that was... liberating.” As he hugged her, she could feel his cock getting harder and harder in her ass. Alex pushed up and rolled Kevin off and out of her.

As he lay there, eyes glazed looking into hers, she slid down to his stiffening cock and took it in her mouth. They both moaned. She worked the cock with her tongue until it was completely hard and lubricated.

Alex turned over to lay with her back down on the bed and her head over the side, waiting.

“Master, fuck my throat.” Kevin’s cock wasn’t a foot long, she was thankful for that, but it was nicely sized, perfectly even, and would make a bulge he’d wanted to see.

Her master rose and stood above her looking down. Rather than put her hands out to block his hips she reached down with both hands between her wantonly splayed legs to masturbate herself. She looked up at him accepting his total domination and her own vulnerability.

Kevin pushed his cock into her mouth working it slowly in. Soon he was at the back of her throat. Kevin pushed into it with a gasp. “O my god,” he said. He bottomed out on her, his balls on her nose. “That is crazy hot.”

Kevin spent the next ten minutes fucking her throat and marveling verbally at the sight of the bulge appearing and disappearing, pushing in and out. Alex concentrated on not gagging and breathing which amplified masturbation. Kevin lost it when she started to cum. He fucked her hard and long and finally emptied himself directly into her throat. She had difficulty swallowing it, through her orgasm.

They collapsed together again, both panting for different reasons. Alex couldn’t remember being so happy and sexually satisfied at once. Sex with Kevin was easily better than sex with a dozen strangers. She could do and feel things with him she’d never find anywhere else.

“I love you, Kevin.” she said. They both closed their eyes, resting.

--

Later Kevin nudged Alex awake. “Wake up, I want to see the rest of your photos from school. Put in your password.”

“Ok, ok, you put it in,” Alex said. “It’s ‘kevinhasabeautifulcock’.”

Amazed, he typed it in. “Nope.”

“Uh, how did you spell ‘beautiful’, it’s an easy one to misspell.”

“I got it right,”

“Spell it out,” she said. He did.

“Well that’s your problem, its spelled ‘t’ ‘i’ ‘n’ ‘y’”, she said around a smile.

Kevin smacked her ass playfully, “Very funny.”

Alex giggled pleasantly then pulled up and typed in the password slowly with one finger, not even caring if he saw. Interesting. Was she sex drunk or just completely trusting now? This wasn’t a work computer, so she had person information on it.

“I saw what you typed,” he said.

“What do you think you’ll find on there I haven’t already told you?” she said.

“Hmm, there are a lot of folders here. Anything I should avoid?”

“You should definitely look at ‘Fawn’,” she said. “You’ll get a kick out of it, if you liked her bunny looks.”

Kevin navigated to the folder and selected slide show, “I’d rather see Wendy nu...Wow. Well Okay then,” Kevin exclaimed. On the first slide Fawn looked up out of the screen smiling with cum all over her cheeks and chin - an all-american girl. The next slides were a series of grainy nude shots of her on stage dancing around a pole.” Kevin whistled, “Fawn is spectacular. I gather she went back to stripping?”

Alex shifted her head over onto his lap, her ear pressing down his cock, so she could look at the screen too. Absently she played with her right nipple.

“She kept stripping right through to graduation. But Fawn terminated the ‘trick’ part of her contract after that night. El, it turns out, is short for Elizabeth. She’s a queen who somehow ended up owning a number of establishments including a high-end stripclub slash bordelo and a high end rent girl/boy service.”

Alex reach down with her other hand and start playing with herself while she intently watched the slideshow of her old roommate. She continued to fondle her nipple which had hardened into a nub. He’d have to remember to pay more attention to her nipples.

“How did you learn all that about Fawn’s... boss?” he asked suspiciously. The slideshow displayed a set of glam shots of Fawn with her face conspicuously hidden.

“Well, I met her.” she admitted. “These are from the shoot they made for the call girl service. Fawn, had to pay off the cost of the shoot. She pretty much made nothing off twelve guys fucking her.”

Kevin tried to play it cool, “How did you meet El?”

“She offered me jobs from time to time. Norman put in a good word for me. I’m a quality whore,” Alex said. “Oh, this stuff gets really hot now.” The slideshow got back to rated-x content. A series of PoV shots of Fawn looking up into the camera with a cock in her mouth or between her huge breasts or in front of her smiling face.

“Did you take any?”

“No, her boyfriends did for the most part. She really got off on seeing herself nude and just-fucked. Digital camera’s really made it easy to capture the moment.”

“I mean the jobs,” he said smacking her ass. “Did you take any?”

Alex turned her head in his lap so she looked directly up at him. She flopped over completely onto her back, legs splayed, hands still on pussy and nipple. Kevin’s breath caught in his throat at her wanton beauty. She blinked sensually, then resumed masturbating. By way of answer she said, “Well she didn’t really offer me jobs. El would just call and ask if I’d do another group of men.”

Kevin knew Alex dissembled. “And did you do them?” Alex blinked and swallowed slowly, like she was on some kind of drug. She refocused her eyes on his and said, “I asked her a question first. Guess what it was.” Her fingers moved faster across her pussy now and Kevin could see she was pinching her nipple softly but urgently with the other. The topic of conversation magnified her pleasure. Kevin resisted the urge to pinch her other nipple, fearing it would interrupt her process. Instead he drank in her beauty.

“You asked how many,” he said looking back into her eyes.

Alex closed her eyes, nodding. She licked her lips and opened her eyes to him again, saying “five men” softly, clearly nearing a crushing orgasm. Her whole body was moving in waves as she humped her hand.

“And you took the job?” Alex’s head bobbed across his lap as she humped herself harder. Her hands moved slower but with increased pressure. Finally she closed her eyes and nodded, biting her lower lip. A small moan escaped them.

Alex opened her eyes to look at Kevin again. He asked sternly, “How many times did you whore yourself out, Alex?”

Alex answered quickly, in a high pitch, “Dozens. I lost track.”

“Did you do it for the money?” he asked. Alex swallowed and shook her head, eyes completely dilated.

Kevin’s cock suddenly bent excruciatingly against the back of Alex’s head. She was so beautiful in her pleasure. So open to him. Alex was holding back only her orgasm, he realized, everything else she laid bare. He guessed no one had seen her masturbate like this. With one hand he cupped her face and with the other he stroked her free nipple and breast.

“Alex, you perfect slut,” he said softly, “show me how you cum.”

She let go, lifting her ass up off the bed with her legs and arching her back, moaning and hissing through a deep orgasm. Her head rammed painfully into his hard cock. When she looked to be at the peak Kevin, pinched her nipple hard, holding on like a snapping turtle. Alex shrieked, in pleasure or pain, he couldn’t tell. She dropped her hips back down onto the bed then arched them back up and into a deep thrust. To his astonishment, she squirted fluid at the top of the arc. She did this several more times and if she had a cock and was fucking the air with it in exaggerated, killing thrusts.

Alex breathed raggedly through open mouth as she calmed down and dropped back down to the bed. She sighed. “Now you know every last little thing. Everything else is just details,” she sighed.

“That looked amazing,” Kevin said feeling lame, suddenly. “And you squirted.”

“Hmm, that’s new,” she paused stretching languidly, “but it felt amazing. Telling you the story, masturbating like that, admitted everything... I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.”

“Well can you take more?”

She opened her eyes, looking up at him sweetly, ‘Yes, master.”

He lifted her head and moved out from under it, then mounted her where she lay. They made love slowly, taking time for passionate kisses, talking and laughter.

Kevin
An hour later Kevin sat back against the headboard looking are slideshows while Alex lay in deep sleep under the covers. Sadly there were no nude shots of Wendy. There were a few of Alex and too many of Fawn to view.

The three women posed together frequently, mostly before events or parties. The racy shots included Halloween costumes. Not every year was manga themed, but Alex made a breathtaking Battle Angel Alita. Kevin knew almost nothing about the series, but with character design so iconic, he identifying it easily. He made a mental note to look up the series and get familiar with it.

Kevin eventually found a folder called “the five.” It contained one jpg. He double clicked on it. Five men in eighties attire, members only jacket’s and too many pastels, grouped together, smiling for the camera. These were Alex’s five fathers. Apparently, Alex took a digitial image of the original in her Mom’s closet.

Kevin studied the faces, starting with the sole redhead and continuing to the right.

Suddenly sitting up straight, Kevin’s attention laser focused on the the third guy. Black haired and smiling, he looked on top of the world. And why shouldn’t he? Number Three would soon be a father without responsibility. At this angle Kevin’s own reflection superimposed itself on the shiny screen, distorting parts of the photo. He compared the similarities between his reflection and face of Number Three. Pain coursed through Kevin’s heart, fear chilled his spined and anger flushed his face.

Emotional Vertigo suddenly overwhelmed Kevin forcing him to close his eyes. He leaned back into his pillow letting his analytic mind kick in, weighing the possibilities for elimination. Finally there were only three possibilities. Only one possibility, the worst possible one, was likely.

“Shit,” he swore quietly.

---- to be continued.