The deafening sound of motorcycle engines tore around the courtyard like the cries of demonic beasts. The noises blasted against the buildings and ripped through the air as if rupturing the very fabric of time and space itself. As I peeked through the student dorm-room curtains, I clenched my teeth and winced in terror. Every rev made my bones vibrate. I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't help it: my eyes were helplessly glued to the scene.

I watched wide-eyed as my room-mate, Jacie, strode sexily across the courtyard towards the gang. She was dressed in a tiny white crop-top, a microscopic denim skirt, and a pair of black leather knee boots. As she walked, she swayed her hips and flicked her shoulder-length black hair. Nothing about her demeanor suggested she had even the slightest worry about her safety.

A big grin grew across the face of one of the bikers and he dismounted from his machine. He was tall, with big arms, and long dirty-blonde hair. His eyes greedily scanned up and down Jacie's body like she was a tasty morsel of food for him to eat. As she reached him, she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled herself up on tiptoes to kiss him. Her bare thigh rose up his leg, and he grabbed it with his hand, roughly kneading her tender eighteen-year-old flesh. I inhaled sharply, and my toes curled in my socks.

This would be the third weekend in a row that Jacie had gone off to spend the night with the bikers, and I knew I was going to get pitifully little sleep. I was simply petrified by what could happen to her.

Jacie's biker 'boyfriend' got back on his bike, and Jacie quickly slipped on behind. She looked over to our window and waved to me. Some of the bikers looked over to me too. My breath caught in my throat, and the engines roared their loudest roar yet. I gripped the curtains tightly and stood frozen and breathless. Then the swarm of machines jerked into motion. I remained static until the sounds retreated to a series of low snarls on the horizon.

Managing to extract myself from my trance, I snapped the curtains shut and ran to my bed. I jumped on top of the light-pink covers and lay on my back, struggling to breathe. One of my jittery hands automatically ran through my long blonde hair, and the other rose up to my chest and tightly gripped the fabric of my dress. It was going to be a long, tense night.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Around 11 am the next day, I heard a fumble of metal in the keyhole. The lock snapped open, and the sound of unoiled hinges screeched around the dorm room. Through the door, came Jacie. Her black hair was matted, and her crop top was partly torn, revealing her white lacy bra beneath. Her smooth, pale skin was smeared with grease marks, which intermingled with a few dull bruises and the light graze marks on her knees.

I scanned her up and down with wide eyes.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hey, Anna," Jacie replied, chirpily.

She walked over to her study chair and hung her handbag on it.

"Did you have a good night?" I said, trying to sound normal, but failing abysmally.

Jacie took a deep breath, and a big grin spread over her face. She swiveled the chair around so it faced where I was sitting on my bed, and sat down.

"Oh God, it was so good," she said. She reached behind her neck, massaged it, then shuddered. Her big brown eyes almost rolled back into her head. "I am fucking exhausted, though."

"So, is that guy your boyfriend now?" I asked, unable to stop myself from grimacing.

Jacie laughed.

"Mitch? No, he's not my boyfriend," she said. "You know I don't like to limit myself to one guy, Anna."

"But you limited yourself to just one guy last night, right?" I blurted before I could stop myself.

Jacie laughed again.

"Ooh, who's Little Miss Nosey today?" Jacie said with a smile. "But no, Anna. Let's just say that last night I indulged myself."

I stared at her wide-eyed, with my mouth opening and closing. My thoughts raced with images of all those bikers roughly groping her body.

"Are you okay?" Jacie asked.

I gulped and snapped myself out of the image.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm okay," I said. "I just don't think I'll ever get used to your... craziness."

"Aw, you will in time," Jacie said. "Why don't you come along next week? I'm sure some of the guys would love to meet you."

I choked.

"What?" I spluttered. "No way!"

"Why not," Jacie asked. "Don't you think they're hot?"

"Well, some of them are good-looking," I admitted, "at least from what I can see from the window. But those guys... they're..."

I stopped myself.

"They're what?" Jacie said with a raised eyebrow.

"They're..." I stopped myself again and took a deep breath. "They're criminals."

Jacie laughed.

"They're not criminals, sweetheart," she said. Then she thought for a moment. "Well... not like proper criminals."

"They're criminals..." I whispered. "I've read about those biker gangs."

"Well, whatever," Jacie said. "Maybe they're a little rough around the edges. But isn't that kind of hot?"

"No!" I squealed.

"Yeah, it is," Jacie replied. "Come with me next week, get to know them. I bet you that you'd have a great time."

"No way," I said. "And besides, even if I wanted to, it would still be a stupid idea."

"Why?" Jacie asked.

"I'm trans! You know that," I replied. "How are a group of bikers going to react to that if they find out?"

Jacie laughed again.

"Aw, Anna, come on," she said. "They're bikers, not Nazis. Anyway, they already know."

"What!" I screamed. "You told them?"

"Yeah," Jacie said. "They kept asking who that hot blonde girl is who always watches me from the window."

"Jacie," I said, breathing heavily. "It can be dangerous to tell people you're trans. Not everyone is accepting. Not everyone is okay with it."

"Oh don't be silly, those guys are cool," Jacie said.

"Jacie, I'm really serious about this. Please don't tell anyone I'm trans without permission from me," I said. "That's really not cool. I'm feeling super vulnerable right now."

I felt like I was going to cry in a combination of betrayal and fear.

Jacie looked at me, and her expression changed.

"Sorry, Anna," Jacie said with a sigh that at least appeared like genuine remorse. "I fucked up. I won't do it again, I promise. But don't worry, none of them had any problem with it. Some of them actually thought it was really hot that you had a dick."

"Jacie!" I screamed again, even louder. "Seriously! Please do not discuss my genitals with people."

Jacie winced and gave me an even more apologetic look.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm really sorry. I really promise I won't do it again." She said. "But as I said. Some of the guys were into you when I showed them your Facebook pics."

My jaw dropped and looked at her in horror.

"Okay, okay, sorry again," Jacie said. "I promise I'll respect your privacy more in future, okay."

"Please do," I said. "Please, please do."

"Sorry, sweetheart," she said. "I really am sorry."

Jacie came and sat on my bed next to me. She gave me a little kiss on the forehead and stroked her fingers through my hair tenderly. I closed my eyes and tried to quell my breathing. I was scared, and I was mad at her, but she had admitted her mistake. As crazy as she could be, I knew she wasn't malicious. I trusted her apology and the genuineness of her remorse. Sure, she could be accidentally insensitive at times, and sometimes her wicked sense of humor got the better of her, but she never seemed to intend to harm.

Eventually, I opened my eyes.

"Okay, Jacie," I said. "Apology accepted."

I looked up at Jacie, and she hugged me. We embraced for a while, then she pulled back.

"Okay, so would you like to see some pics of the guys?" she said excitedly.

I sighed in mild exasperation.

"Why?" I replied. "In case I ever need to show them to the police?"

Jacie laughed.

"Don't be silly, Anna," she said. "They're hot guys, let's have a look at them together. Maybe it will tempt you to come along next time."

"I'm not going, Jacie!" I said. "I'm already terrified enough by the fact you go... I think I'd actually have a heart attack if I went along."

"Aw, poor scared little Anna," Jacie said. "Just have a look. You don't have to meet them, but I bet you'll think they're hot."

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine," I said.

Jacie extracted her phone and started flicking through the images.

"Okay, here's Mitch," she said. "He's my favorite – the one you thought was my boyfriend – remember?"

"Yeah," I said.

I looked over the picture. Mitch was pretty hot. He was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against his bike. He was tall, easily over six-foot, with long dirty blonde hair and a light beard. There was a tattoo of a snake down his muscular arms. I smiled slightly, then instantly hid my reaction. I shook my head and forced my expression to look normal.

"You see why I like him, right?" Jacie said.

"I guess," I said. "He looks pretty decent."

"Okay," Jacie said. "And here is..."

I saw the tiniest glimpse of an image with skin appear on the screen, but I couldn't make out what was on it. Jacie jerked the phone away.

"Okay, you can't see that one," she said and flicked the image away. "Or that one, or that one, or that one..."

I rolled my eyes. God knows what was in those pics.

"Jesus Christ, Jacie!" I said.

"Sorry," Jacie said. Then she titled her phone back to where I could see it. "Certain pics are not for sharing."

"Here's Dave," she said. "And here's Chet. And here's Harry. And here's Carl..."

My eyes widened slightly, and I swallowed. I gripped the neckline of my dress and rubbed the fabric with tense fingers.

"Ooh, do you like him?" Jacie asked.

"No," I responded, perhaps a little too quickly.

Jacie beamed at me and my face flushed pink.

"I know you're into him," Jacie said with a laugh.

I tilted my head so that my hair shrouded my face, but I couldn't resist taking another peek at him.

He was slightly older than Mitch, maybe late thirties or early forties. His head was shaved, and he had thick, dark stubble. He was pictured sitting at a table leaning forward, with a beer was in his hands. A wide, slightly evil-looking grin adorned his annoyingly handsome face. Unfortunately, I couldn't judge his height as he was sitting down, nor could I see his eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

"What do you think?" Jacie asked, teasingly.

"He's alright," I said. "I guess it's hard to judge, I can't see his eyes."

"Oh, do you want to see more?" Jacie said, gleefully.

Before I could respond, she flicked onto the next picture. There Carl was, standing next to Mitch. They were both roughly the same height. I could now make out the blueness of his eyes. They seemed to sparkle through the phone screen and pierce into my brain. I swallowed again and stiffened my body to prevent myself from wriggling, but I could feel Jacie's eyes burning into me, judging my reaction.

"You're into him, aren't you?" Jacie said with a laugh.

"I'm really not," I responded.

"Whatever, sweetheart," she said, with amusement dripping from her voice. "You know what? He was the guy who was most into you. Why don't you come and meet him next week?"

"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. "No, no, no. I'm not coming with you, Jacie."

"Aw," said Jacie. "Come on, maybe just come down to the parking lot and said 'hi' before I leave."

"No," I said firmly.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Later that afternoon, I leaned back in my study chair and sighed. I was trying to write an essay on Shakespeare's Hamlet, but the words weren't coming. I grasped my mug of warm hot chocolate with both hands and took a big gulp. As the sweet, warm liquid soothed its way down my throat, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I desperately wanted to calm myself down. My body was still tense with residual worry from the night before, and my newfound knowledge that the bikers knew who I was had only served to dial that tension higher. Anxiety crawled beneath my skin.

My ability to concentrate was further impared by the little sounds that kept coming from behind me. Jacie's phone kept buzzing, and I could hear her gently giggling, shifting around in her seat, and taking selfies of herself. The repeated clicks of her cellphone camera were incredibly annoying.

I was about to tell her to be quiet when she suddenly let out a loud cackle of laugher.

"Oh, Anna," she said salaciously. "You've definitely got an admirer."

I swallowed and closed my eyes. I counted to ten before reopening them, then swiveled round in my chair to face Jacie.

"Please don't tell me it's from one of your biker friends," I said.

"Yeah, it is," Jacie said. "It's from Carl. He really wants to meet you."

"Jesus Christ, Jacie!" I cried. "You didn't say anything to him since our last conversation, did you?"

"Nah," she said, "I've been good. But he remembers the pics he saw before. He is totally into you."

I choked

"Please put him off," I said. "Please, please, please put him off. I'm not going to meet him. I'm not going to meet any of them."

"Don't you even want to know what he said about you?" Jacie said, grinning.

"No," I said. "Please, Jacie, I'm genuinely scared. If you want to mess around with those guys, you can, but I'm not going anywhere near them."

Jacie rolled her eyes.

"They're not dangerous, Anna," she said. "Well... not that dangerous... but okay, I'll try to put him off, if that makes you feel better?"

"Okay, thank you," I said.

"But are you sure you don't want to know what he said?" Jacie replied.

"No," I said firmly. "And please can you keep the sound down? I really need to get this essay done."

"Okay, I'm sorry," Jacie said. "I just want to flirt with them, I don't want to distract you. I'll leave you to your essay."

"Thank you," I said.

I turned back to my desk and refocused on the screen of my laptop. Over my shoulder, I could hear Jacie gather some belongings, then she walked across the room until she stood directly behind my chair. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her firm, medium-sized tits pressed against my back, and I felt her breath on my neck. She kissed the top of my head sweetly, and I sighed. Jacie always had a way of making me instantly forgive her. I reached behind me and felt her smooth, bare arms.

Jacie brought her lips to my ear.

"He said you were 'very, very fuckable,'" she whispered.

"Jacie!" I screamed.

Jacie jerked upright and ran to the door giggling.

"Sorry, but not sorry!" she shrieked and bolted down the corridor.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Later that evening, I turned the faucet handle and sighed as the warm water cascaded over my naked body. I stood in the shower cubicle down the corridor from our dorm room. I grabbed the body wash, squeezed some of it into my palm, and ran my hands over my wet, slippery skin.

"Mmm," I murmured to myself gently.

It always felt so good to have a nice relaxing shower after a long day, and today I really needed the distraction to calm my nerves. As I began to unwind, I gently rubbed my hands over my small, perky tits and felt my nipples harden beneath my touch. I bit my lip and giggled softly. I never dared masturbate in the dorm room in case Jacie caught me, but shower time was different. The sturdy lock on the bathroom door and the sound of the falling water afforded me a level of privacy that I was comfortable with.

I soaped myself over my hips and down my smooth legs, reveling in the silky feeling of my own flesh. Gradually, my dick began to harden between my legs. My thoughts started to drift to one of the guys I liked around campus, Toby. I was pretty average height, about 5'6", but he was nice and tall. I imagined him in the shower with me. I tilted my head back and sighed to myself as I rubbed my body sensually. I fantasized that it was Toby's hands caressing my body, rather than my own. I started to wriggle my hips slightly, and purr.

It wasn't long before my dick was fully erect, poking up towards the ceiling. My dick isn't tiny, but it isn't huge either, around 4 inches long when erect. Slowly, I began to jerk myself. My head bowed, and I leaned against the cubicle wall, using my free hand for support.

In my mind, I could feel Toby behind me. I wriggled my hips more forcefully, imaging him running his hands up and down my sides, then cupping my breasts. I released the tiniest pant of pleasure, imagining him gently kneading my flesh and pinching my nipples. Then suddenly, I'd feel his dick pressed against my ass crack.

The thought of it made me gasp. I bit my lip and increase the pace of my jerking. As the ripples of delight passed through me, I sagged slightly, pressing my face and tits against the cubicle wall.

I started to imagine Toby telling me how beautiful he thought I was. He'd gently kiss my neck and angle his dick right against my pucker. I'd pant at the sensation, then moan as he started to press himself inside me.

As I thrashed away, masturbating at full force, I knew I wasn't far away from cumming.

Then suddenly I heard low, guttural "Vroom" in the background. As the water fell upon me, my eyes opened wide, and terror zipped through my veins. There was a motorcycle coming. My jaw hung open, and my heart started to beat faster. Were the biker's here to see Jacie again? Or were they here to see me? My body tensed. I stopped jerking, and my hand froze motionless on my throbbing shaft.

As the motorcycle engine grew louder, I screwed my eyes shut. Then it zoomed past the dorm building and faded. As the sound disappeared into the distance, I breathed a sigh of relief.

'Okay,' I reassured myself. 'It was just some random guy on a bike. Nothing to worry about.'

After taking a minute to compose myself, I started jerking again, slowly at first, then faster, until I was thrashing away again at full pace. I tried to think of Toby again, his big body behind me, but instead, another thought entered my head. What if it was Carl behind me? Carl, the biker. Carl, the one who apparently thought I was hot. Carl, the guy who thought... well, I couldn't even allow myself to think those words. I tried to force the image out of my head, but it wouldn't go.

'No, no, no,' I mentally begged myself, trying to revive the image of Toby, but my mind wasn't playing nice. I grunted at myself in annoyance, but the thought of Carl behind me sent of pang of excitement through my body. What would it be like if he really was there in the cubicle? How would I react? How would I squirm? I winced as I imagined Carl wrap his big hands around my hips. Then my toes curled as I thought about his lips and rough stubble touching my sensitive neck.

"Oh, God!" I gasped.

My mouth hung wide open as I jerked myself. Then a lightning bolt of excitement hit me as I thought about his dick pressing against my crack.

I wailed out loud.

Suddenly, I imagined his hot, dangerous breath in my ear.

"Very, very fuckable," he'd rasp, then he'd push himself inside me.

My body went stiff, my head arched back, and my knees knocked together. A powerful contraction gripped my dick, and a spurt of thin, watery cum spurted out onto the cubicle wall with way more force than I was used to.

"Holy fuck!" I moaned as my body started to shake.

I continued to jerk myself furiously as twitch after twitch consumed my shaft. I did everything I could to remain upright until I slowly slid down the wall onto the cubicle floor. I breathed heavily milking the last spasms of my orgasm from my twitching little dick.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Later that week, morning light filtered through the dorm room windows. Jacie was getting ready to go to lectures. She was dressed only in a black lacy bra and a matching pair of panties but was starting to pull on a short black skirt. Looking over her body, I could see exactly why so many guys wanted to fuck her. I was still in bed, wearing my white pajamas, dotted with little unicorn patterns. Jacie's phone vibrated on her desk, and she picked it up and looked at the screen. A big grin consumed her face.

"Oh, Mitch is such a fucking flirt," she said, running her hand through her black hair and biting her lip. "I love it."

I took a deep breath.

"So," I asked, trying to force my voice to sound completely matter-of-fact, "what did you get up to last weekend?"

Jacie laughed, zipped up her skirt, and adjusted it, so it was positioned comfortably.

"Why are you so interested all of a sudden, Anna?" she replied, with a curious look on her face. "I didn't think you liked me talking about it."

I stifled the urge to gulp.

"I just want to know, that's all," I said. "I worry about you."

Jacie laughed again.

"Well, if you must know, we talked, had some beer, and fucked a lot. It was fun," she said, with a fresh grin developing across her face.

"How many guys did you have sex with?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Jacie said, adjusting her bra. "Four or five, maybe more."

I choked.

"Jesus, Jacie," I spluttered. "How can you not remember how many guys you had sex with?"

"Oh, after the first few, you lose track," she said. "And they were just passing me around, so I wasn't paying full attention."

"Fucking hell, Jacie!" I wailed. "I mean, what the actual fuck?"

Jacie sighed, tossed her hair, and grinned widely.

"Oh, you're just so adorably innocent, aren't you, sweetheart?" she said. "Don't you ever fantasize about a group of guys just manhandling you and taking you?"

"No!" I squealed.

Jacie cocked her head to one side, "Now that actually sounded like a genuine denial."

"One guy at a time is enough," I said. I swallowed and composed myself before continuing, "Don't you ever feel like it's dangerous?"

"Yeah, maybe a little," Jacie said. "But that's part of the thrill."

"Don't you worry that they'll just take you...you know... without your consent?" I asked.

"Nah, they're not rapists," she said. "Maybe they're a bit... you know... sexually aggressive, and they certainly don't hold back, but in a good way. Anyway, why are you even asking? Are you thinking about coming?"

"No," I said.

"Well, if you are, I could maybe just see if just one of them wanted to fuck you," Jacie said.

"Jacie!" I squealed.

"Like, maybe just Carl, the one you got all squirmy about," Jacie said, her smile growing very wide. Then she looked me up and down, and grabbed my hand excitedly. "Hey, you know what? Maybe we could do a double date. Mitch and Carl share a cabin together, we could have chilled night, just the four of us."

"Seriously, Jacie," I responded, "I don't want to do it."

"Oh, you're no fun," Jacie said in exasperation. "A hot girl like you should be getting all the sex you want. Yet all your sex life seems to involve is jerking off in the shower down the corridor."

"I don't jerk off in the shower!" I screamed.

"We can all hear you, sweetheart," Jacie said. "But don't worry, there's no shame in it."

My face flushed red.

"I just... umm... sing to myself in there?" I said, my heart beating faster.

Jacie laughed and shook her head.

"Whatever, sweetheart," she said. "Don't be embarrassed, it's perfectly natural. Actually, I think it's kind of hot."

My heart was now thumping in my chest, my face was beet red, and I felt like I was going to cry in mortification.

"Aw, sorry, Anna," she said. She came over to my bed and gave me a hug. "I know it makes you feel uncomfortable when I talk about these things. It's kind of sweet that you're such a good girl."

"I'm not a good girl," I said, unconvincingly, as my head rested on Jacie's shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her back.

Jacie scoffed.

"That's the most laughable thing I think you've ever said," Jacie replied. "And you know it."

I winced in annoyance but continued to appreciate Jacie's embrace and the feel of her soft, satin skin beneath my fingers.

"Seriously," Jacie continued, pulling back slightly and looking into my eyes. "Look at you, Anna, you're beautiful. You've got that cute little face, long blonde hair, and such a tight little body. You should make the most of it!"

I pursed my lips, not knowing how to respond.

"Look," Jacie continued, "whether they admit it or not, pretty much all the guys want to fuck you and, college is meant to be the time you experiment. Yet what have you done? You've had one boyfriend, which lasted a couple of months, where you probably had some mediocre vanilla sex, and that's it."

"What's wrong with that?" I said.

"There's nothing wrong with it, Anna," Jacie said, with an exasperated look on her face. "There's just so much more. Sex is the most fun game nature ever gave us to play. You have the luxury of being super cute, so you get to play the game on 'easy' – so go play it. Reap the rewards!"

"It's not that simple when you're trans," I said.

"Oh, I get that," Jacie said, "but come on! You get way more offers than you ever take up."

"Maybe I just like taking it slow," I said.

"Or maybe you're just scared," said Jacie. "Come on, experiment a little. Expand your horizons. I'll be there too, let's just go on a nice double date."

"No, Jacie," I said.

"Think about it," Jacie said. "Just promise me you'll think about it."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

My body shook, and I gripped Jacie's hand like an iron vice. Motorcycles invaded the courtyard and churned around us with thunderous, malevolent roars. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but my muscles had gone rigid. I couldn't move, and I couldn't open my mouth. I stood, frozen to the spot, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than I'd ever felt in my life. I was dressed in a light-pink top, a knee-length white skirt, and a pair of white slip-on shoes, but I wish I'd shown up in a medieval suit of armor, or maybe in an M1 Abrams tank.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jacie. Her face was adorned with a beaming smile. She was dressed similarly to the week before, again in a denim skirt and knee boots, but this time in a red crop top. She waved to the bikers and stuck her chest out invitingly.

"The engines sound so good, don't they?" she managed to squeal over the din. "God, it turns me on."

No response was able to escape my lips.

After circling us a few times, the bikes came to a halt. Two of the bikers, who looked like Carl and Mitch, got off their machines and looked at us. Their dangerous, predatory male eyes scanned over our bodies. Jacie tugged on my hand, and eagerly started walking forward. I was still unable to move, and I brought her stride to a sudden halt as our arms went taut. Jacie looked back at me over her shoulder and rolled her eyes.

"Come on," she hissed, insistently. "Don't embarrass me."

"We don't bite, sugar," Carl growled at me, with a laugh.

Jacie gave my hand another tug, I gulped, then started to tentatively step forward on unsteady feet. Jacie adapted to my pace, seemingly relieved that I was moving at all. As we drew up alongside Carl and Mitch, Jacie tried to release her hand from my grip, but there was no way I was letting go.

"Hey, beautiful," Mitch said to Jacie.

He grasped her face with his hand and leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues snaked a raw display of lust. I stared at her, then looked at Carl. My hand remained clamped to Jacie's

Carl leaned against his bike, looking at me and smirking.

"So you're Anna," he said, rhetorically. His eyes took a long scan up and down my body from my head to my feet. "Hot little thing, ain't ya?"

With my eyes wide and my heart thumping in my chest, I had no idea how to respond, nor was I even able to open my mouth. My jaw remained clamped shut. Carl's gaze, however, was doing things to me. Primal surges of arousal started flowing through my body and mixing with my fear. I wriggled slightly on the spot.

Carl stood up to full height. He took a step towards me and grasped my bare arm.

My mouth finally opened, and I yelped.

He squeezed my puny, powerless muscles beneath his big palm, then grazed his fingertips up and down my skin.

"Mmm," he said, as his heady masculine scent invaded nostrils. "You feel like fucking heaven."

Jacie and Mitch pulled away from their kiss.

"Oh, she's adorable, isn't she," Jacie said.

"Sure is," Carl said with a laugh. "But she ain't much of a talker, is she?"

"Oh, she can be a real chatterbox sometimes, she's just not used to being around real men," Jacie said. "She doesn't know how to handle it."

Jacie turned to face me.

"Anna, come on now, say hello to Carl," Jacie said.

My mouth opened and closed. After several humiliating, abortive attempts, I finally managed to make some sound.

"H.. H... Hi, Carl," I said.

Carl's grin widened. He reached forward and brushed the hair from my face. Then he rubbed the back of his hand gently up and down my cheek.

"You wanna come and party with Mitch and me tonight?" he said.

I swallowed.

"Yeah," I said.

"Right answer," he said.

Everyone laughed, apart from me.

"Come on then, hop on the back," he said, nodding over his shoulder towards his death machine.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Good girl!" squealed Jacie. "I knew you'd see sense."

Mitch hoped on his bike, with Jacie behind him. Carl hoped on his, and I meekly clambered aboard behind him. I wrapped my arms around his strong, muscular body. I pulled myself tight and pressed the side of my face against his back.

"Hold tight," he said.

As Carl turned the throttle, the ear-piercing blare of the engine revs masked my own scream of fear. I screwed my eyes shut and clung on for grim death as the bike lurched into motion.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I sat on Carl's lap in an armchair on one side of the living room of the cabin. It was a dark, dingy, and untidy building, but my mind was far from concerned with the housekeeping. In fact, it was hard to focus on anything with Carl's breath tickling against the back of my vulnerable, exposed neck. My body was rigid, tense, and quivering with anticipation.

On the other side of the room, Mitch was sitting in another armchair with Jacie straddling him. I could only see her back, but it was obvious they were making out passionately. Jacie's body was grinding, and Mitch was unrepentantly manhandling her through her skimpy clothes. His hands roughly grasped her ass, tits, and thighs, extracting moans of excitement from her lips. Then he started tugging at her crop top, it took barely a second for Jacie to grab the hem of it, quickly pull it off her body.

"Mmm," Mitch said. "Let's get your bra off too."

His hands reached up Jacie's back and flicked open the clasp. The straps fell to the side, and Jacie ripped it off herself. She gyrated topless in front of him, snaking her waist and hips in an eager seductive dance.

I stared, frozen and wide-eyed, still feeling Carl's hot, scarily-sexy breath tickle the hairs on the back of my neck. Suddenly, Carl placed his hand on my knee, his big hand completely enveloped my little joint. My body jumped, I whimpered, and I clamped my thighs together. Lust and fear pumped through my veins in unison. My cock was securely tucked back between my legs, encased in my panties. To my horror, it began to pulse with arousal in a futile attempt to erect itself.

"Do you want to watch your friend get fucked?" Carl growled. His deep voice making every nerve ending in my body vibrate.

I was unable to answer, but Jacie heard what he said.

"Are you enjoying the show, Anna?" Jacie said, looking over her shoulder at me with a big grin on her face. "I like having an audience."

She turned back around and started kissing Mitch again. Mitch's hands gripped the waistband of her skirt and started tugging at it. Jacie quickly obliged again, pulling it down her legs, taking her panties with it. Then she slipped off her knee-boots. As she moved, I saw the underside of her pussy. It was smooth, swollen, and shimmering with wetness.

I watched, open-mouthed as Mitch roughly groped Jacie's slim, naked body. He reached between his legs, and I heard the ripping sound of his zipper descending. I gasped, and so did Jacie. Soon after, I heard a series of wet, thudding smacks. I couldn't see exactly what was going on, but it sounded like Mitch was slapping his dick against Jacie's wet snatch.

"Do you want this inside you," he snarled.

"Fuck, yes!" Jacie panted excitedly.

She rose up slightly until I could catch a glimpse of Mitch's big cock and balls through the gap in her legs. He angled his cock with his hand, and Jacie lowered herself down onto it. As Mitch's dick slowly entered her, she moaned loudly.

"Oh fuck," she cried. "Oh, fuck, yes."

Mitch grunted in satisfaction, and Carl laughed a low, resonant laugh behind me.

"Open your legs, sugar," Carl growled into my ear. "Let's have some fun while we watch."

I tilted my head back slightly and breathed heavily, barely believing what I was about to do. Slowly, I opened my legs.

On the other side of the room, I watched as Jacie used her thigh muscles to raise herself up and down Mitch's cock. On every upstroke, I could see the base of Mitch's dick shimmer with her juices. On every downstroke, I could hear Jacie's mouth release a moan of gratification. I couldn't help but feel aroused by the sounds she was making.

As I watched Mitch and Jacie fuck, Carl began to graze his fingernails across my knee. I squirmed slightly, and red hot tingles of sensation flowed through me. Then Carl began to rake his fingernails up the inside of my bare thigh until he hit the material of my skirt. My body lurched forward, and my legs clamped together around Carl's hand. He laughed.

"You're a skittish one, ain't ya?" he said.

He gave my thigh a sharp squeeze. My body spasmed, and a wail left my lips. Carl laughed again.

"Mmm," he said. "That was a cute reaction. Just open your legs, sugar, you might enjoy it."

I took several deep breaths, then I opened my legs.

"Good girl," he said.

Slowly, he raked his fingers up my inner thigh. The material of my flimsy skirt began to bunch, and my muscles twitched beneath his touch. As he approached my crotch, I held my breath and clenched my teeth. Part of me wanted to close my legs again, part of me wanted to keep them open, and all of me screamed with tension. Just as his fingers were about to make contact with my panties, his fingers started sliding back down my thigh.

I gasped for breath in relief. Then he squeezed my thigh again, hard. I screamed.

Carl laughed another deep, low laugh.

"Oh, you're fun, sugar," he said. "I'm going to have fun making you scream all fucking night."

That was when I noticed it. Under my ass, Carl's dick was getting hard. I could feel it growing and tenting the material of his jeans, pushing up against my crack. My buttocks clenched, and I gripped the neckline of my top with both hands. Despite all my fear, I could feel my cock-head dribble with pre-cum. My eyes flicked to the little table next to the armchair, where a conveniently placed bottle of lube sat ominously.

Once Carl's fingers reached my knee, he began to draw them back up my thigh, and my tension rose once more. Was he going to touch me this time? Did I want that? Could I handle it?

As his fingers got closer and closer to my panties, my toes curled in my shoes. But just as he was on the brink of contact, his fingers went back down again. I panted in arousal. His touch was terrifying, but it felt so good, and my skin was alight with lust.

On the other side of the room, Mitch grasped his hands around Jacie's waist and held her firm. He started to thrust up into her, hard and fast. Wet smacking sounds filled the room as his dick pistoned in and out of her pussy, and his balls slapped against her ass. Jacie panted uncontrollably. Her head tilted down, and she grasped Mitch's torso for support. A thin sheen of sweat coated her beautiful, pale skin.

"Your friend's a real hottie, ain't she?" Carl rasped in my ear, still raking his fingers up and down my thigh.

"Yeah," I whispered.

As my arousal grew, I began to squirm and wriggle. My hips wanted to thrust towards Carl's hand, but I was too scared to make any move.

"I want to play with that hot little dick of yours," he growled into my ear.

I screwed my eyes shut, and my body started to tremble.

"Okay," I whispered. "B... B... But it's tucked back between my legs."

"No problem, sugar," he said.

Carl's fingers were at my knee and again began to rake up my thigh towards my crotch. I opened my eyes and looked down, breathing heavily.

"Oh, God!" I moaned as his fingers drew closer and closer. "Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Oh, fuck!"

Then I squealed as he touched my panties.

"So you've got this little thing tucked back, have you?" Carl whispered in my ear.

His fingers began to trace along the underside of my panties along my restrained shaft. His hand felt so big compared to my dick, and my arousal surged with unsettling venom. As Carl stroked over the head of my cock, I moaned loudly, and my body wriggled in his lap.

"Mmm," Carl said. "I can feel that little thing twitching."

My mouth gasped and panted as Carl's big fingers teased back and forth along the fabric. His motions were slow, rhythmic, and agonizingly exciting. Every pass left a trail of unbearable sexual fire across my dick. It twitched, pulsed, and struggled beneath the fabric, straining like an angry little snake, but it couldn't get hard in its tucked back position. It was still dribbling though, weeping red-hot tears of arousal and frustration, making the material slick and sticky. I arched my head back and wailed.

On the other side of the room, Mitch was thrusting hard and fast into Jacie. Her head slumped between his shoulder and neck, and her body undulated with the heaviness of her breath. From her mouth, a series of loud, punctuated moans echoed around the four walls. I watched as her back started arching, and her muscles went stiff. She was clearly right on the verge of orgasm.

"Cum for me, slut," Mitch rasped, right into her ear.

Jacie screamed, and her body quivered in tension, like a pressure cooker about to explode. Then she came. Powerful tremors ripped her slim frame, and she shook with incredible force. Mitch wasn't done, though. He carried on fucking her helpless, convulsing body with even greater speed than before. His breathing became ragged, he grunted with passion, then he went stiff too. I couldn't see it happen, but somehow I could viscerally feel his big pumps of cum as he unloaded into Jacie's pussy.

"Fuck," he rasped. "Fuck, yes. Take my fucking cum."

Gradually, Mitch's thrusting slowed, and Jacie collapsed into him, her body completely limp.

Carl laughed.

"That was fucking hot wasn't it," he said into my ear.

I was too overwhelmed to answer, but my body was now screaming with arousal. The electric sensation of Carl's fingers tracing back and forth along my dick was becoming excruciating. It was like there was a fire of need between my legs, and my body burned with desire. Pre-cum was leaking hot and fast from my cock, creating a humiliating patch of slickness that Carl could undoubtedly feel.

Carl's dick now felt like it was fully erect, and his bulge pressed menacingly between my ass cheeks, tickling right against my pucker. My body started to involuntarily gyrate, and I began to moan with panic and excitement.

On the other side of the room, Jacie gradually emerged from her state of stunned, post-orgasmic stupor.

"Oh fuck," I heard her murmur. "Mitch, you're incredible."

She shifted her body and gave him a dirty, lingering kiss.

Carl started to rub my crotch harder, forcing a particularly loud, wanton groan from my lips. It sung out through the room, and captured Jacie's attention. She pulled back from her kiss with Mitch and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes scanned up and down my body. Mitch's eyes flicked over to me too.

"Having fun, Anna?" she asked.

I stared back at her, not knowing what to say.

"Just nod to say 'yes' and shake your head to say 'no,' sweetheart," Jacie said.

I nodded the tiniest nod and instantly flushed red. Everyone laughed, making my face turn even redder.

Jacie extracted herself from Mitch's slimy dick, rose to her feet, then walked across the room towards me. My eyes took in the beautiful sight of her completely naked body: from the slim curve of her waist, to her full bouncing breasts, to her cute, glistening pussy. She sat down on the floor, right in front of me, and crossing her legs like an eager school girl.

"Oh God, Anna," she said. "I can see your dick throbbing."

"Oh, that little thing isn't just throbbing," Carl said, continuing to trace this finger over my shaft. "It's fucking dripping too."

Jacie tilted her head so she could see the underside of my panties.

"Oh my fucking God," she cried in delight. "Anna, you are such a little slut, aren't you?"

I whimpered in humiliation.

Carl brought his lips right to my ear.

"Let's take a look at it, shall we?" he said.

He stopped stroking me and hooked his fingers into the elasticated waistband of my skirt and panties. He pulled them both down my legs and threw them onto the floor. My eyes opened in horror, and my dick unfurled in front of everyone. It hung out in front of me, semi-erect, with a little band of pre-cum oozing from the end.

"Oh, it's little," Jacie cried. "But it's so fucking adorable. It's just a perfect girl-cock!"

I could feel Carl rest his coarse, stubbly chin on my shoulder and looked down at my crotch. I gasped and wriggled at the sensation. As everyone watched me, my dick started to pulse up to full hardness. Jacie's eyes were wide, and a look of utter glee adorned her face.

"So fucking cute," Carl growled.

He took his right hand and wrapped it around my shaft, forcing a loud wail from my lips. His big, rough palm utterly enveloped my dick, until all I could see was the shimmering tip of my slimy, oozing head. Slowly and deliberately, he began to jerk me. My head tilted back, and I moaned as the waves of bliss began to roll through my body.

"Oh, she's enjoying this!" Jacie said, biting her lip and clapping her hands together in excitement. "Can we take her top off as well, please? You need to see her tits, I've seen them before, they are so nice."

Carl obliged. He took his hand off my dick and grasped the hem of my little pink top. He pulled it up my torso. Barely believing I was allowing him to do it, I raised my arms to allow him to fully detach the garment from me. Then in an instant, his fingers unclipped my bra, and he pulled the straps over my shoulder before throwing it across the room.

"Kick off your shoes," Carl ordered.

I obeyed, leaving me completely naked, sitting on the lap of a big scary guy who I barely knew, while his friend, and my room-mate watched me.

"Oh, wow," Mitch said.

"I know, right?" Jacie said. "Look at those things, they're so nice and perky."

"Are those things real?" Mitch asked.

"Oh yeah, it's all hormones," Jacie said. "She's fucking gorgeous, isn't she."

"Sure is," Mitch said.

"Why don't you turn round, sweetheart?" Jacie said. "Give Carl a little show."

I gulped, took a few deep breaths, then did what Jacie said. I shifted my position until I faced Carl.

We stared at each other, and his face sent fresh surges of arousal through me. His was just so hot and masculine, with his wide jaw, his piercing blue eyes, and his thick, dense stubble. He grinned back at me, then his greedily scanned over my face, my tits, and my dick.

"Dance for me, sugar," he said.

My face returned to full redness, and I started to gyrate my body. I tried to emulate what Jacie had done, but I lacked her confidence. I moved timidly and awkwardly, biting my lip in apprehension and running one hand through my hair and my other across my body. Carl didn't seem to care about my lack of assurance and smiled at me broadly. As my waist and hips snaked and gyrated as sexily as I could manage, my dick jutted out in front of me like a little rod of need. I desperately wanted him to start jerking it again.

Carl rested his big hands on my thighs and squeezed my flesh, extracting more gasps from my lips, then he ran his palms up my waist. As he stared at my tits, he took both hands and squeezed them roughly. I moaned loudly, then released a high pitched squeal as he pinched my nipples.

Laughter filled the room.

"Mmm," he snarled. "You're such a fucking hottie, ain't ya?"

He released one of his hands from my tits, cupped my face, then pulled me in for a kiss. I wailed in excitement, then our lips touched. Carl kissed me roughly. I couldn't stop myself from pressing my tongue into his mouth. My hands grasped his arms, and I squeezed his big, hard muscles. Little groans and whimpers emanated from my throat, and my dick jumped to an almost painful level of hardness.

Suddenly, and without warning, Mitch re-gripped my waist. Our mouths detached, and he hauled my light body up, turned me around and sat me back down so I was facing Jacie and Mitch again, with Carl behind me. The peak of his bulge pressed right against my naked asshole, and my buttocks wriggled.

"I think it's time for this horny girl to get fucked," Carl growled. "Reverse cowgirl, with everyone watching."

"Do you want his dick inside you, Anna?" Jacie said, excitedly.

My ass involuntary clenched and unclenched, and my mouth opened and closed pathetically, but no sounds emerged.

"Just nod or shake your head, sweetheart," Jacie said.

Before I could answer, Carl began to speak.

"Of course she does, this little slut wants it," he rasped right in my ear. "Don't you?"

I gulped and gave a tiny little nod.

"Mmm," Carl's voice rumbled, "Let's hear you scream some more."

He reached beneath me and unzipped his jeans. The sound ripped through my ears, and I mewled pitifully. I felt him tug down his jeans and boxers until his big, hard dick rubbed up against my crack.

"Oh God," I moaned.

Jacie leaned forward and put her hand on my knee.

"You're going to love this," she said.

Carl leaned over to his bottle of lube and squirted some into his hand. Then he reached beneath me and slathered a generous helping against my pucker, then over his dick. Then he gripped my waist again with his strong hands. He lifted me up, shifted my body slightly, and started to lower me down onto his dick. As the head of his cock touched against my anus, my mouth gaped open wide. Then he popped inside me.

"Oh my fucking God!" I wailed.

A chorus of raucous laughter exploded in the room.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart," Jacie asked.

"Yeah," I whimpered pathetically.

Bit by bit, Carl lowered me down his dick. I wriggled and wailed as he slowly filled me up. He was big, but the sensation felt almost indescribably good. I took him all the way inside me until my ass pressed against his pubes and my cock twitched in front of me.

"Oh, yeah," Carl growled. "You know how to take a dick, don't you?"

He began to raise me up and down his dick. Each time he entered me, a wave of hot pleasure passed through me, and my mouth released a little gasp. Jacie sat in front of me, with her hand still on my knee. Her face was a picture of wonderment.

"These guys do it so much better than those silly boys around campus, don't they?" she said.

I nodded again. Then Carl kissed my neck. I shrieked and squealed in pleasure, and my legs kicked, but Carl held me firm.

"Told you I was going to make you scream again, didn't I?" he said.

Then he kissed my neck again. The sensation almost incapacitated me. I couldn't think, I was utterly overwhelmed with pleasure, and my head rolled around in rapture.

Suddenly, Carl moved his head away from my neck and held me firm and static. He shifted position slightly, then started to thrust up into me with his hips. He started slowly at first, then picked up the pace. Soon he was slamming into me hard and fast. Powerful waves of pleasure surged through my body, and my stiff dick swayed up and down in front of me, crying out with need. My horniness suddenly outweighed my inhibition and I grabbed my shaft, beginning to jerk myself furiously.

"Oh my God," Jacie squealed in excitement. "You're loving this, aren't you?"

My face burned red, but I couldn't stop myself. As I jerked and Carl's dick hammered in and out of me, my mouth gaped open wide. I could feel my orgasm building inside me at an unstoppable pace.

"Oh God," I squealed. "I'm going to cum."

Jacie squeezed my knee hard.

"Yes, cum for us, Anna," she cried.

I couldn't help it. My body went stiff, I cried out in rapture, then I came. My ass clenched on Carl's dick, and pleasure exploded inside me. My balls drew up toward my body, and a little squirt of watery semen rushed up my shaft and spurted from my tip.

"Holy fuck," I cried.

I continued thrashing away at my shaft, extracting every last drop of pleasure from myself, as my ass convulsed around Carl's still-pounding cock.

"Oh my God," Jacie yelped enthusiastically. "You spurted."

Carl growled and thrust into me forcefully.

"Oh, she's not the only one who's gonna spurt," he snarled.

His grip tightened around my waist to hold me firm, and he thrust his dick into me hard and deep. Then he roared in pleasure. I felt his dick twitch violently inside me, and a surge of thick hot cum shot up into my body. My ass pulsed and clenched over his dick involuntarily, milking as much cum from him as he was able to give.

As his twitches stopped, his grip loosened, and he relaxed back into the chair with his dick still inside me. My body slumped back against Carl's chest, and my muscles shook as little aftershocks ecstasy trembled though me.

I looked up at Jacie, who grinned at me uncontrollably. She got to her feet and leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.

"Oh, Anna," she said. "That was amazing. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

My breath panted, and I was again unable to speak, but my head nodded.

"Can I taste your cum?" Jacie said.

I was stunned by the question, but in my state of post-orgasmic bliss, I saw no reason to object. I nodded in acquiescence.

My fist was still wrapped around my still-hard dick. Jacie reached down and wiped up some of my cum, which was dribbling down the back of my hand. She brought her now-slimy finger up to her mouth and tasted it.

"Mmm," she murmured and wriggled her body in delight. "Jesus, Anna, you taste so good. This tastes different to boy-cum! I could actually drink a shot of this!"

"Thanks," I murmured, blushing slightly.

"That was a great fuck," Carl said, behind me. "I haven't cum so hard in years."

"That was incredible," I murmured back.

I turned my head around and looked at Carl over my shoulder. His blue eyes pierced into me and he grinned broadly. Unable to stop myself, I kissed him deeply as my dick twitched in my fist. Carl's big hands roamed freely across my body, slowly caressing my thighs and tits, extracting fresh whimpers from my throat. I wriggled in bliss and gratification.

"Oi," Jacie said to me, tapping me sharply on my knee. “Don't get too carried away. First, I think I deserve a little thanks for persuading you to come along with me!”

Carl pulled back from the kiss.

"Yeah, go and thank your friend," he said. “Give her a hug.”

He lifted me off his dick, and I felt a dollop of cum and lube plop out of me, and dribble down my inner thigh. I got up and stood on shaky legs, and stepped towards Jacie. She quickly drew me close and embraced me. I snaked my trembling arms around her waist and rested my head on her shoulder. We hugged tightly, with our naked tits pressing against each other, and my slimy dick squishing against her stomach.

"I'm so glad you came with me this week," Jacie whispered, running her hands up and down my back. "I never thought a sweet innocent girl like you would be up for it."

"Thank you for persuading me," I whispered back.