Brooke Opens Up
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE 

Brooke Price had one of the most incisive legal minds on campus according to 
her academic advisor. Brooke was a straight A student in this, her second 
year at law school. She was aiming to graduate first in her class, a 
guarantee of her choice of offers from the nation's best legal 
organizations. 

She worked hard, and then worked harder at keeping her grades up. Late at 
night, any night, her tall, graceful form could be found in the library, 
bent over obscure and complicated legal problems in the old, dust covered 
leather records. 

Her crisp brown suit jacket would hang neatly on the back of her chair, her 
crisply starched white blouse buttoned to the throat and adorned by a thin 
tie, would puff outward as she bent forward across the table to closely 
study the words on the decades old pages. 

Beneath the table, her legs, encased in the sharply cut slacks would 
sometimes fold around the legs of the chair she sat upon, the plain, though 
well polished black shoes rubbing against the floor. 

Her hair was habitually tied into a pony tail down her back, but after some 
hours at study, her perpetual, unconscious stroking and twisting and combing 
would have undone the knot and her thick, long, luxurious brown hair would 
cascade down around her shoulders, back and chest, to be irritably shoved 
out of her face time and time again. 

Then, at a warning of imminent closing from the librarian, the young woman 
would stand up, carefully replace the books on the shelves, even more 
carefully place her own books and notes within her leather briefcase, then 
stand, draw on her jacket, and gracefully walk down the long rows of books 
to the front door and leave. 

Her dignified, straight backed form would walk quickly down the long 
concrete paths that led to her dorm building, neither pausing nor 
hesitating, then climb up the several floors of stairs, for the exercise, 
before arriving at her room. 

Once there, she would hang up her jacket, and then sit down at her own desk 
to study some more. Her mind, her complete attention, was on her studies, 
and had been for several years. There was no room, none, for socializing or 
entertainment. The room she lived in had no television, nor even a radio. 

Her name was Brooke Price, and her father was a supreme court judge. Her 
grandfather had been the chief justice of the Massachusetts state court. Her 
great, great, great, great, great, etc..... grandfather had founded the 
state's court system, and every generation in between had been occupied with 
various legal affairs. 

Brooke was as certain to become a lawyer as the sun was to rise in the 
morning. To her family, it was an hereditary occupation. She had no friends, 
only acquaintances. She was a virgin, and was likely to remain so. She did 
not date and did not socialize. 

Her sole interaction with other students was for educational purposes, in 
mock courts and study groups, in arguments over legal ethics and principals. 
She did not reject this solitary concentration. Indeed, she was almost 
unaware of it, and would have been slightly surprised had it been drawn to 
her attention as odd. 

Late into the night her solitary light beamed out onto the darkened 
courtyard below, as she continued to plumb the depths of torts, common law, 
criminal law, and contracts. Finally, when her eyes simply refused to focus, 
she undressed, carefully dressed in a crisp pair of white silk pajamas, and 
crept beneath the covers of her bed. 

Dawn was already breaking as she fell instantly asleep, the first rays 
brightening her dark curtains as her breathing evened out in deeper and 
deeper sleep. Four hours would elapse before she rose again, to once more 
begin the day's round of lectures and studies. 

Yet tonight, as on more and more nights of late, her sleep was disturbed by 
troubling images and visions, none of which had anything to do with her 
studies. When the alarm blared, bringing her back to wakefulness, her 
pajamas clung moistly to her sweating body, as did her damp, tangled hair. 

Her eyes were wild and her breathing ragged as she came awake, the visions 
not disappearing, still clear and precise, taunting her, frightening her. 
She shook herself loose from their embrace and jumped out of bed. She shoved 
the tangled folds of her hair out of her face, going to the window and 
opening the blinds to stare out at the new day. 

Then she turned away, pulling off her pajamas and stretching out on the 
floor, falling forward and beginning her pushups. She did one hundred of 
them, followed by one hundred pushups, then one hundred deep knee bends, 
then finally, ran in place for several minutes. 

She used to jog, but no longer had the time. She used to work out at the 
campus gym, but again, no longer could spare the time. She finished, and 
went to the closet, pulling it open to draw out her robe and bath towel. She 
caught her image in the full length mirror on the back of the door and 
hesitated. 

She straightened, examining her form in the reflective glass. She could be 
proud of her figure, hourglass perfect, with high, round, firm breasts, a 
gracefully curving throat and a beautiful, firm jawed face with piercing, 
intelligent green eyes and a small, upturned nose. 

Her legs were exquisitely long and tapered, flawless and eye catching, were 
eyes to catch sight of them. Her belly was flat and firm, the ridges of her 
rib cage visible when she straightened fully and held her breath. Turning, 
her behind was small and as softly rounded as a child's. 

Her dreams returned, impossible to repulse, raw, carnal, erotic dreams. 
Visions sped before her glazed eyes, visions of herself in crude, passionate 
embraces, hands pawing her, male organs piercing her body, penetrating her, 
using her, pleasuring her. 

Other visions swept before her, chains and ropes, blonde women with large 
breasts, dogs and horses and giant sexual instruments, dildos and vibrators, 
whips and leather corsets like the ones she saw in the window of the sex 
shop she passed each week when she went to buy toiletries at the pharmacy. 

She shook her head, fighting free of the visions, trying desperately to 
ignore the heat in her loins, the swelling of her breasts, the hardness of 
her pink nipples. She slammed the closet door, drawing on her robe and 
almost running down the hallway to the women's shower room. 

There were eight shower nozzles on the left side of the room, all empty. 
Brooke hung up her towel and placed her soap and other toilet articles on 
the counter by one of the sinks on the other side of the room. She took off 
her robe and hung it on a hook, then stepped up onto the elevated shower 
stall floor and turned on the water. 

It poured down around her, soaking her, plastering her thick hair to her 
head. She turned it off and began to soap herself up, coating herself from 
throat to feet with a slick, soapy layer. 

Again, the images flashed before her, images from the dreams that assaulted 
her night after night, images of lust and sexual promiscuity. She saw 
herself and other women naked, in each other's arms, kissing, fondling each 
other, grinding their lush bodies together. 

Then she was on her hands and knees as a muscular, though faceless male took 
her from behind, his loins hammering into her buttocks, his mighty organ 
thrusting again and again into her tight, quaking vagina. Another man knelt 
before her and she took his penis between her lips, running her tongue 
against the underside of the head. 

Unconsciously, her hands began to stroke her slick young body, cupping and 
caressing her proud breasts, skimming along her smooth flat belly, down 
between her legs to her soft, pulpy cunt mound. She rubbed a finger up and 
down her slit, pressing against her clit as she leaned back against the wall 
beneath the dripping shower head. 

Her legs eased further and further aside as her finger rubbed harder, 
digging in between her cuntlips, mashing down against her sensitive 
clitoris. Her head rolled against the wall, her ass bouncing as she humped 
forward against her finger. 

A low groan escaped her lips, interrupting the panting flow of hissing 
breath. She squeezed her breasts harder, digging her fingers into the soft, 
soap covered mounds, twisting and pulling on her nipples as her soap covered 
finger slowly twisted upward into her vaginal sheath. 

"Oh God!" she moaned, her legs spreading further apart as she finger fucked 
herself. Her head rolled slowly against the hard tiles and her buttocks 
ground and mashed against them as she humped her loins against her fingers. 

She felt the heat rising within her, pulsing up through her body from the 
furnace between her legs. She felt the slickness of her soap covered body, 
stroked her hands across it, caressing her smooth belly as her ass cheeks 
slapped against the wall. 

She brought both hands up beneath her swollen breasts, cupping them, then 
mashing upwards and back against her ribs. Breath hissed out between 
clenched teeth as her rock hard nipples were ground into her palms. Her 
fingers dug deep furrows in the malleable flesh as she kneaded the firm 
meat. 

Her right hand slid back down her belly and in between parted thighs, 
cupping her pussy mound, then dipping a finger into her cleft. She rubbed 
two fingers up and down her slit, sawing them between the wet, pulpy cunt 
lips, then her fingers curled and eased into her twat tunnel. 

Her ass humped forward again as she slid the two fingers in to the knuckles, 
then ground the knuckles against her clitty. 

Her mind was screaming at her, warning of the danger. What are you doing? 
What are you doing!! Are you mad? Any moment one of the other girls could 
walk in on her. The door was only a few feet away and only a small divider 
separated her from the entrance. 

Nothing was as precious to her as her dignity and pride and she could think 
of fewer ways of utterly losing both than to be caught masturbating in the 
public shower room. She couldn't stop herself. Her cunt burned to high. Her 
head was too full of sensuous visions. 

Her fingers pumped in and out, grinding over her mashed clitty on each pass. 
Her free hand roved across her slick body, cupping and squeezing her 
breasts, caressing her belly, sliding behind to fondle her buttocks, then 
easing up through the wet strands of her hair as her back arched in 
pleasure. 

Her feet slithered apart on the wet floor and her body slowly slid down the 
wall until she was squatting against it, her fingers still pumping in and 
out of her moist cunt tunnel. Her buttocks grinding on her heels. 

Her eyes were glazed, yet suddenly they focused. There on the counter, 
directly across from her, was her toothpaste. It was one of those new "pump" 
types, that she had dismissed as obviously phallic in nature, yet purchased 
for the convenience of their use. 

The tube was a cylindrical tube with a softly rounded top. She groaned and 
rose to her feet, then shakily moved across the floor to the counter and 
grabbed the tube off the counter. Almost, she stopped, showered off and went 
back to her room, but her excitement was too much. 

She raced down the room to a stall and ran inside. Still soapy and soaking, 
she sat on the stall and raised her feet, placing them on the seat beside 
her, then slowly eased the cock-like tube into her cunt slit. She whimpered 
a little in pain, her cunt unused to anything more than a finger, and even 
that seldom. 

Brooke was a virgin. It wasn't fear that kept her that way, well, perhaps it 
was, but not of the usual sort. She wasn't afraid of sex itself, instead it 
was her pride and dignity that she feared for. All during high school she 
had been propositioned by handsome young boys, and always she had rejected 
them out of fear of them telling. 

Tails of her and some boy in bed would have devastated her. She had 
something of a reputation of a prude. She was, after all, hall monitor, a 
straight A student, and President of the Science, Chess, and Business clubs. 

She never wore revealing clothing, not even at the beach, which she seldom 
got near anyway. She could be counted on to always take whatever view point 
was the more conservative in any argument, which included her being against 
pre-marital sex, birth-control, abortion, and sex education. 

Nevertheless, she had educated herself about sex, at least, to a degree. She 
never would have dreamed of asking her parents, and her friends, such as 
they were, would have been little help. Instead, she'd watched late at 
night, on the family's satellite dish, as lewd and obscene visions had been 
displayed for her disbelieving eyes. 

She'd seen the women there, seen them on their hands and knees getting 
fucked and sodomized. 

She'd seen them avidly sucking cocks, seen them with their legs pinned back 
against their chest, or worse, their ankles pinned up behind their ears. 
They all looked so, so, degraded, so shamed and demeaned. 

How could any man ever respect her if he were to see her from behind, with 
her on her knees, presenting her sex organs to him as though she were a 
bitch dog in heat. How could he not deem himself smugly superior as he rode 
her like that, or shoved her legs back and apart to pierce her belly with 
his organ? 

She was the daughter of J. Smithers Price the fifth. She had her dignity to 
uphold. She could neither have talk bandied about concerning her sex life, 
nor tolerate the demeaning positions she must assume for some boy or man to 
mount her. 

And yet these visions persisted. Most were variations of the pornographic 
movies she'd seen as a teenage girl, usually with other faces attached to 
the bodies, hers in place of the woman, her Torts Professor for the man. 

She forced more and more of the thick tube up into her body, wincing a 
little, but unable to repress a shudder of delight, either. A superb 
horsewoman, her hymen had disappeared some time ago, yet still there was 
pain, for her unused tunnel was very tight. 

In her mind, she was a whore, bar hopping, picking up complete strangers, 
all of them hand- some and debonair. No. That was not right. Some of them 
were filthy beasts, arrogant, macho men with sneering grins who gladly used 
her body and then left. 

She saw herself taken by a procession of men, each more crude and cruel than 
the other. She saw herself chained hand and foot, repeatedly violated by 
muscular men. Now almost the entire length of the tube was up inside her 
cunt. She held on to the bottom with two fingers as she rubbed her clitty 
with her other hand. 

She slowly began to pump the tube in and out of her crotch hole. It wasn't 
easy. The tube fit in there like a cork in a bottle. She had to pull very 
hard on the plastic to slide it back out of her body, despite the moistness 
within herself. 

It felt so hard up in her gut like that, and she groaned each time she 
pushed it fully into her gash. Her legs, bent tightly at the knees, fell 
apart to either side of the toilet. Her thigh muscles and tendons sent 
little signals of aching pain as they were stretched and strained. 

Her breathing was coming in harsh little gasps and pants, and soft little 
sobs of excitement and dazed pleasure. She was working the tube in and out 
with some speed now, even approaching the forceful stroking she'd seen in 
the porno movies. 

Her eyes were closed and in her mind she lay on her bed, legs apart, a 
muscular man, chest hairless, face a mixture of Professor Landis and Rob 
Lowe, was thrusting into her body. Her head slid backwards onto the tank and 
rolled from side to side. 

Her breasts thrust outward, straining against the tight skin as she arched 
her back. Her cunt gave a powerful shudder and then sent a bolt of pure 
electric excitement deep into her belly. She gave a little cry of pleasure 
and slid her left hand up her body, caressing her flesh as it followed the 
contours of her body and eased up over the full round hillock of her left 
breast. 

Then there were voices in the room. Her eyes opened wide and her lips closed 
tightly against a gasp of shock. Two girls had come into the room. They were 
chatting about some date one of them had had the other night. Brooke didn't 
know either by the voice. 

A long minute passed as she slumped unmoving, then the sound of the water 
coming on from a pair of showerheads filled the room with its steady hissing 
patter. 

Brooke's pussy was so hot, she wondered it wasn't melting the tube, which 
was half buried in her crotch. She pulled it a little ways out, then thrust 
back into herself. She grunted in pained pleasure, her loins spewing fire as 
an orgasm approached. 

She pumped the tube in and out of her hole, increasingly heedless of being 
found. Her body shuddered and trembled as she flew upward and was caught in 
an orgasmic hurricane, her body jerking and humping and shaking on the 
toilet as she skewered her box with the toothpaste tube. 

Even if a crowd that included both her parents, her grandparents, her 
brothers and uncles and half the student body were to crowd into the stall 
with her and stare in shock, she couldn't have stopped the furious pumping 
motions of her hands as she soared through an incredibly powerful, prolonged 
orgasm. 

The tube pistoned in and out of her tight slit, her ass jerking and humping 
back up at it, her head thrashing from side to side as she whimpered and 
whined and grunted in ecstasy. Ferocious star bursts of white and yellow and 
red burst before her eyes as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. 

She didn't hear the showers go off, or rather, her ears heard, but her mind 
was occupied elsewhere. Her cries, soft and almost inaudible before, were 
now quite audible in the quiet room. She didn't know or care. Her orgasm was 
consuming her. 

She pulled her legs back, slumping even further in the toilet seat, drawing 
her knees back to her chest as she savagely pounded the tube into her 
boiling, fleshy cunt slit. She didn't notice the feet under the door, nor 
the shapes that appeared before the cracks. 

She arched her back again, her' legs straightening, shooting out into the 
air to fall against the corners of the stall before her. 

Air puffed out between her lips, her cheeks bulging outward, then another 
shocking bolt of pure, white hot pleasure seared her body. She cried out, 
her legs bending and drawing back again, her hand still desperately punching 
the makeshift dildo into her cunt. 

Two heads pressed themselves against the crack of the door in front of her. 
Giggles could be heard above her groans and sighs of pleasure. A pair of 
eyeballs stared through the crack as she jammed the dildo into her cunt and 
shook violently. 

Her knees were again drawn up against her and she had slumped down to such 
an extent that she was practically lying on the seat, her knees up above her 
head. For this, she would later be thankful for. The orgasm gave her body 
another harsh shake, then spit it out. 

She slowly began to come down to earth, now hearing the giggles of the two 
girls outside the stall and noticing as they hurried out of the room. Her 
mind began to coalesce into one piece and her body stopped its twitching and 
shaking. 

Oh God!! What have I done?! 

Her bleary eyes focused after several attempts and she looked around her, 
now remembering all her ears and eyes had seen, including the faces pressed 
against the crack of the stall door. She closed her eyes against tears of 
humiliation, her skin flushing a terrible beet red. 

She got to her feet and opened the door, then peeked out. There was nobody 
else there. She rushed across to the rack where her robe was hanging and 
threw it on, heedless of the soap still coating her body. She grabbed her 
towel and other things and went to the door, listening for any sound. 

She could hear nothing. She put the towel around her hair and head, then 
opened the door a crack. She could see two girls down the hallway, hanging 
around an open door. Surely they had seen her? Surely those were the ones. 
What were they waiting for? 

She gulped fearfully, then covered as much of her face and head as she could 
with the big towel, and still see, and jerked the door open, running down 
the hall in the opposite direction. 

"Wait!" she heard. 

"Hey! When's the next show!" 

"Who was the guy?" 

There was a lot of giggling as well as she turned the corner and arrived at 
her door. She fumbled with the keys, then opened the door and hurried 
inside, closing it behind her. 

She stood with her back against the door, chest heaving, skin still a dark 
red. Her mind was in overdrive, imagining all the horrible things that could 
come of this. Could the administration find out? Could they? Could they call 
her parents? Oh the humiliation of being expelled for public lewdness! 

Was it possible they didn't know who she was? Surely they'd seen her face. 
Though perhaps they couldn't see very well through the crack. She took off 
her robe and threw it into the closet, her towel following. 

Her skin was sticky with half dried soap. She couldn't go to classes like 
this. Her mind raced. Maybe they hadn't seen her. There was one certain way 
of finding out. She could go back there. No. They'd be there still. Wouldn't 
they? 

She sat on the edge of her bed, mind spinning through all manner of possible 
consequences, hoping against hope that they either hadn't seen her or hadn't 
recognized her, and wouldn't. She was going to be too late for her first 
class. Maybe she could make her second. She stood up and went back to the 
closet, pulling out a different robe and another towel. She would give it a 
try. If they were still out there, at least she would find out for sure and 
be able to plan accordingly. 

The hall was empty outside her door. She went out and closed it behind her, 
then, instead of turning left and going down the north corridor, she turned 
right and went down the south corridor, then around the far hall an back 
towards the shower from another direction. 

Nobody was around. She pushed open the door and went inside. Again, empty. 
She hung up her robe and towel and went into the shower stall, then quickly 
turned it on and washed off the soap. She finished in minutes, dried off and 
picked up the hair dryer she'd left behind before. 

She could always claim she'd simply found it here and was borrowing it. She 
turned it on and quickly dried her hair, fearing at any second that a horde 
of laughing, snickering girls would come in and point fingers at her. 

She finished, then put down the dryer. She'd have to leave it here. If she 
walked out of here with it in her hand, there'd be no denying she was the 
one who'd run out before. Besides which, they might recognize it if she used 
it again some other time. She'd buy another. They were cheap, anyway. 

She put on her robe and went out into the hallway, almost bumping into Holly 
Kewn on her way in. 

"Hi." she said. 

"Oh. Hi, Brooke. Hey! Heard the latest?" 

"Hmmm?" She pretended indifference, something she was quite good at. 

"Sara Cooper and Jeanne Banks were in here a few minutes ago and there was a 
girl in one of the toilets jerking off." 

"That's disgusting." she said, without missing a beat. 

"Isn't it? Incredible nerve, though." she laughed. 

"They say she actually had a dildo and was, you know, doing herself with it 
in the toilet." 

"I don't want to hear about that." Brooke said, fighting the trembling in 
her legs. 

"I wonder who it was?" 

"They don't know?" Brooke wondered. 

"No. They're not perverts, after all. They just peeked in a little. They say 
they couldn't see her face because she was slumped way down and her knees 
were up in front of her." 

"She's probably an Arts Major." Brooke sniffed. "One of those lesbian 
liberation types looking for friends." 

"Yeah, probably. She'd probably find a few around here too. There's a lot of 
dykes in this place. Makes me nervous taking a shower." 

"I have to go." Brooke said. 

"Yeah, see you in Ethics." 

Brooke was elated, her relief tempered only a little by the thought that 
either of the girls, or Holly could be lying. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Brooke made it to Contracts on time, assuming her seat in the sixth row, 
over to the left of where Professor Evans would stand behind the lectern. 
She was wearing a light brown tweed suite with a light green silk shirt, and 
a pair of shiny black low heel shoes. 

Her soft brown hair was parted in the middle and fell straight down around 
her shoulders, flowing like spun silk, thick and luxurious, shining in the 
bright light from overhead. 

More and more students arrived, noisily crowding through the half dozen big 
doors up above and behind her. The lecture hall held about two hundred 
students. It was shaped like a fan, with the teacher's area at the apex and 
the students in a series of gradually elevating rows around it. 

Brooke always sat in the sixth row off to the Professor's right. It was 
close enough to see whatever he wrote on the board, and to be noticed, but 
without being so close that she was constantly called on and brought down to 
participate in debates. 

Brooke believed she learned best by observing, not participating. When 
called upon, her answers were always complete, correct, and insightful. 
Still, she preferred not to make herself too well known. 

Professors singled out students like that to do mundane and boring research 
assignments for them. There were no extra grades or marks in the work, and 
little gratitude, just lots of criticism should errors be made. Students 
always agreed, hoping to impress the professor with their competence and 
thus earn a recommendation upon graduation. 

She didn't need that. She already knew where she would work, and didn't want 
to water down her grades by wasting time working for some ungrateful 
scholar. 

She opened her books and waited as the class settled down around her. 
Professor Evans arrived, relatively young and handsome at forty five. He had 
a large, powerful looking body, being an obvious athlete, and a 
distinguished head of dark brown hair. 

Unbidden, a carnal image popped into her mind, of herself beneath the 
professor, both naked, their mouths locked, arms wrapped around each other. 
She shook her head to clear it, flushing slightly. What the hell was the 
matter with her? Maybe she needed to see a psychiatrist. 

* * * 

She had several hours before her next class. She returned her books to her 
dorm room and then went back out. She needed to buy a new hair dryer, and a 
new tube of toothpaste, this one the normal kind and a different brand. She 
took her robe with her, the one the girls had seen hanging on the wall. It, 
and the towel were in a garbage bag and she dumped it down the chute. 

She walked down the walk, her heels skipping on the cold stone, then reached 
Brooks street and crossed, leaving the campus. She walked down Elm street 
towards the pharmacy. She tensed as she crossed Rupert and approached the 
sex shop that occupied the corner. 

She had to pass it to get to the pharmacy, and could never resist a hurried 
peek at the display window as she passed. Her head held firmly forward, but 
her eyes slid to the side as she walked in front of the store. 

The leather outfits were prominent as always, along with chains and 
handcuffs, a plastic woman wearing a G-string, several types of whips, 
bunches of rubbers, and a bunch of books and magazines. What caught her eyes 
though, were the assortment of big vibrators and dildos, some of them 
amazingly real looking. 

She imagined having one of those, and using it in her room. No way would she 
ever go in there and buy one though. How could any woman walk in there and 
purchase a big dildo? How could she face the man, or worse, the woman at the 
counter? 

She passed and went into the pharmacy, buying a new hair dryer, new 
toothpaste, and an assortment of other things. She came back out and passed 
the sex store again, her eyes drawn to one huge dildo that looked to be over 
a foot long. 

Would that ever be tight in her quim. How much of it could she fit inside 
herself? Surely not all? She felt her insides heat up at the thought. Surely 
those people saw all kinds of customers, and wouldn't be at all shocked by 
her. They didn't know her anyway. 

She couldn't bring herself to go in, though. She walked back to the campus 
and back up to her room, then sat down and began studying the things she'd 
been assigned in Contracts. 

An hour or so into her studies, her roommate Robin returned from one of her 
own classes, dropping a pile of books onto her desk as she yawned loudly and 
tossed her book bag into the closet and began to change. 

Robin was a freshman Political Science Major. She was short, with curly, 
shoulder length blonde hair, a round cheerful face and truly huge breasts. 
Brooke occasionally envied her those tits, for their attention getting 
aspect if nothing else. Still, she was grateful that her own breasts, though 
a nice size, were not the big double Ds the little blonde had. 

It was hard enough to be taken seriously in the legal profession without 
that. There were already too many instances when men she talked to looked 
first at her chest. She could only imagine how bad it would be if she were 
as chesty as Robin. 

"Don't tell me you're finished classes already?" 

"Naaa. I'm just goin' down to the pub for a couple of hours. I got another 
class at three." 

"You're going to drink before your class?" 

"Don't be such a wet rag, Brooke." Robin sighed. "There's more to life than 
school, you know." 

"Well, good grades are important to me." 

"Me too, but I'm not a fanatic about it." 

"Who says I'm a fanatic." Brooke frowned, stung. 

"Everyone who knows you. Geez, you never go out, you never date. Honestly 
Brooke, I don't know how it is you don't go insane from the boredom." 

"I'm not bored. I enjoy the law." 

"Well, I enjoy my studies too, but I like others things. Why don't you come 
to the pub with me and have a couple of drinks?" 

"I have a class at two." 

"Uh, huh." 

"I do." 

"There's more to life than classes, Brooke." Robin shook her head. She had 
hung up her jacket, and now popped the last button on her shirt and pulled 
it off, tossing it into her closet. She reached behind her and undid her 
bra, pulling it off with a sigh of relief and massaging the thick mammary 
meat that fell out. 

"God I hate wearing that thing." 

"You're way too big to wander around without a bra, Robin." 

"I know that, but this one is just too tight." 

"Why wear it then?" 

"Doctor Caldwell is a starchy old prune and I don't want to give him any 
excuse to call me down. This one doesn't let me bounce around like most of 
the others, and it hides my nipples." 

"It what?" 

Robin shrugged, then popped open her pants and peeled them down. 

"I have really big nipples and they poke through my clothes sometimes." 

"They, uh... don't look that big." 

"That's because, well... that's because they're not cold or, uh, irritated 
or anything. They get really, really big and hard and make really obvious 
marks against my shirts and sweaters." She tossed her pants into the closet, 
then pulled off her socks to stand there naked, save for a small pair of 
blue string bikini panties. 

"So don't get excited in class, you little slut." Robin blinked in surprise, 
not used to any kind of humor from Brooke. 

"Ha, ha." she said. "I don't have total control of my bodily functions. I'm 
not an ice queen like you." 

"I am not an ice queen." Brooke glared, her eyes surreptitiously ogling the 
lush young figure standing before her. Though this was hardly the first time 
she'd seen the uninhibited blonde naked, it was the first time her mind 
turned to thoughts of sex with Robin. 

"Right, sorry. Hey! Talk about a hot one... did you hear about that girl 
that was jerking off in the shower room?" 

"I heard." 

"Isn't that something?" she laughed. "She sure had guts to do that, or was 
really hot over something. I've thought about doing it myself, you know."she 
grinned. "It's kind of a turn-on being naked in semi-public like that." 

"She's lucky she didn't get expelled, whoever she is." Karne's mind was 
filled with an image of Robin masturbating in the shower, maybe with a big 
dildo like she'd seen at the sex shop. She felt her own nipples hardening as 
her breasts swelled, and crossed her arms across her breasts. 

"I doubt anyone would report something like that to the dean, unless it 
happens a lot." 

Robin slipped on a pair of jeans, hopping up and down several times as she 
tried to fasten the catch. She grunted and muttered impatiently. 

"Why don't you wear jeans that fit you." Brooke tsked. 

"These fit me fine." 

"Oh right. That's why you can hardly get into them." 

"Just shut up and help me here." Robin padded over and stood directly in 
front of Brooke's chair, her breasts staring the brunette in the face. 

"See if you can do this catch if I hold the pants together." 

Brooke tore her eyes away from the thick, round, pendulous breast meat and 
reached for the metal catch, popping it tight as the blonde held her pants 
together and exhaled. Without being asked, Brooke reached for Robin's zipper 
and tugged it up. 

"Thanks." Robin sighed, turning around and going back to the closet. Her ass 
cheeks were cut apart by the tight denim and stuck out like round little 
cupcakes. 

Brooke slipped into a small bra, then donned a white shirt with gold buttons 
up the front. The long sleeved shirt had a tight hem that encircled the 
blonde's lower chest, leaving her midriff completely bare. 

"Looking for attention?" Brooke commented acidly. 

"Uh huh." Robin grinned. "Hey, if you got it... " She arched her back and 
turned to give Brooke a profile, then ran her hand up over her smooth 
rounded flanks and up across the swell of her breast. "... flaunt it." She 
pulled on a jacket and stuffed her feet into a pair of tennis shoes. 

"Sure you won't come?" 

"I'm not dressed for it." 

Robin grinned and shook her head, then went out. Brooke stared at the door 
for a minute, then went back to her studies. She had a hard time 
concentrating. The image of her naked roommate kept popping into her mind. 
She didn't know why that should be. She'd never felt herself attracted to a 
woman before, well, not since she was about thirteen or so, and of course, 
she'd never done anything back then. 

She stood up and went to the window, looking out, then wandered over to the 
other side of the room. Robin's closet was still open, as were a couple of 
the drawers of her dresser. Brooke gazed in, idly exploring the short 
dresses and slinky looking outfits. 

She looked down into the drawer where Robin kept her lingerie and her throat 
caught a little. She opened it further, then reached in and fingered some of 
the sexy, filmy, lacy bras and panties she saw there. She herself wore 
sensible, supportive bras and warm panties. She had none of this... this... 
dirty underwear. 

She picked up a tiny black triangle of material with a tiny thread of a 
waistband and another thread where the behind should be. This must be a 
G-string, she thought wonderingly. How could Robin wear something like this? 

She picked up several tiny string bikini panties, feeling a quickening in 
her belly. She stripped off her clothes, including underwear, and slipped on 
Robin's G-string, then gazed at herself in the mirror, trying to look sexy. 

Her pussy quickly warmed as she turned and posed for the mirror. She walked 
back to Robin's dresser and pulled out a green bikini bathing suit, then put 
it on. This was something Robin wore in public! The top only half covered 
Brooke's breasts, so would afford even less coverage to Robin, and the 
bottom had little more in the way of behind than the G-string. 

She took it off and tried on a filmy teddy, arching her back and running her 
tongue across her lips, moistening them. She felt her chest catch, felt her 
nipples hardening. She thought about her cunt pressed against the very same 
spot on the bottom of the teddy that Robin's own cunt touched, thought about 
her nipples touching where Robin's had touched. 

She imagined what had happened the last time Robin had worn this thing, 
wondered what the man looked like who'd taken it off the lush little 
blonde's body. She cupped her breasts, caressing her sensitive boobs through 
the thin fabric. 

She peeled it off, unsatisfied, for the thing was too tight in places and 
too loose in others, notably the chest. She pulled on the G-string again, 
posing once more in the mirror. She spread her legs slightly and slowly ran 
her hands up her body from hips up to breasts. 

She might not have huge breasts like Robin, but hers were nothing to sniff 
at. She was a thirty six C cup after all. She reached over and checked one 
of Robin's bras... Thirty eight DD. Little slut. 

She squeezed her breasts, mashing the sensitive meat around in circles, then 
seized her nipples between two fingers, twisting the little nubs, pulling 
them out from her meat with enough force to distend her perfectly round 
breast meat, pulling them out into sharp cones. 

She let go of her nipples, then smoothly ran her hands across the swollen 
mounds, noting the hardness of her little red-pink nipples. She slid a hand 
down between her legs, cupping her fuck mound through the soft fabric. 

She sighed with pleasure, spreading her legs more. Her hand began to rub 
against her pussy through the thin material, going harder and harder. She 
pinched her fingers around the fabric itself and began to rub the G-string 
up and down against her cunt mound. 

She felt the soft material caressing her cunt, her clitty, felt her pussy 
react with a storm of powerful sexual sensations. Her mind fluttered through 
image after image, some had her and Robin engaged in torrid sexual embraces, 
others had Robin and unknown men, men who fucked her hard, men who used her 
full young body for their own pleasure. 

Robin worked the material up and down against her cunt, pushing hard, her 
breathing getting harsh and ragged. She pulled a chair over to the mirror 
and sat down, peeling the G-string off. Her legs were spread wide and her 
cunt faced the mirror in all its moist beauty. 

She began to finger it, sliding a finger deep into her cunt crack and 
fucking it in and out. She rubbed the G-string against her cunt, especially 
over her clitty, her ass humping up off the chair as her juices bubbled and 
stewed. 

She added a second finger to her honey pit, pistoning them in and out as she 
scoured her clitty with the soft black silk. Her breathing soon came in soft 
little grunts and coos, her eyes rolling, her body trembling. 

She mashed the G-string against her cunt crack, pushing the thing into her 
cunt slit and using her fingers to force it in deep, until the last bit of 
material disappeared between her soft pink cunt lips. She arched her back, 
squeezing both her tits with her hands a she ground her thighs together. 

She let her legs slip well apart then, sliding her fingers into her cunt 
crack, searching, fishing around for the G-string. She found it and slowly 
pulled it back out of her body, groaning in excited passion as it slipped 
across her clit. 

She sawed the damp material up and down her cunt crack, slumping further, 
her legs coming up and apart as she humped and ground herself against the 
G-string. "Uhngh! Ungh! Ohhhhh! Oooooo! Unghhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she groaned, her 
head rolling from side to side as her cunt flared higher and higher, then 
blew off. 

She rolled the G-string around her fingers and fucked them furiously in and 
out of her stewpot of a cunt, rubbing hard against her clitty as her soft 
cries and whimpers filled the room. Her lips drew into a round circle and 
air puffed out repeatedly. 

Raging pleasure ripped along her nerve endings, igniting a firestorm of 
passionate sexual release. Her legs flailed and bounced in mid-air as the 
potent orgasm paralyzed her thinking processes. She grunted and mewled in 
bliss, her cunt pouring out steamy fuck juices. 

Then, as the orgasm slowly eased its grip on her body, she pulled the 
sopping G-string out of her cunt and popped it into her mouth, sucking and 
licking at the dewy silk, her eyes closed in joy and bliss. 

* * * 

She watched the sex store from across the street. She'd already passed it 
twice on the other side and once on this. She was desperately trying to work 
up the courage to go inside, hoping against hope that she'd be able to find 
a G-string to replace the one she'd thoroughly wrecked during her lustful 
masturbation. 

It wasn't just that the thing was soaked in her own fuck juice. She had also 
torn and twisted and wadded up the silk to such an extent that she knew 
Robin would notice something was amiss even if Brooke washed the thing 
first. 

She had little alternative but to buy a replacement. That shouldn't be too 
hard. After all, it was just a simple black G- string. This place must have 
lots like it. She determinedly crossed the street again, then marched up to 
the door and went inside. 

It was a bigger store than she'd thought, with several aisle of things 
better left unseen. There were a couple of men in the store, down the aisle 
to the left. She went down the aisle on the right. She peeked at the 
cashier, doing her best to pretend she thought she belonged here. 

The cashier was a man, but an old man. Was that better or worse? Would she 
have preferred a woman? No. Yes! Well, an old man would be better, maybe. 
The door opened behind her as she was looking at a collection of rubber... 
what were they? Oh. They were fake cunts. Yech! 

She moved on, noting that a couple had come in the door. That was good. She 
felt less like a promiscuous dirty whore with a seemingly normal looking 
couple in there too. She moved along the aisles, trying to ignore the things 
she saw there. 

She darted down the next aisle and there found a big collection of underwear 
of all kind. She snapped up a black G-string with a sigh of relief. It was 
only a couple of dollars. Good. 

She hesitated, then picked up a second G-string, then a third. One was blue, 
the other red. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Nobody 
seemed to be. She browsed through the selection of lingerie, pulling out a 
couple of tiny, sexy, virtually invisible lace panties and bras, then a tiny 
blue see through camisole. 

She knew her face was blushing already, even though she was by herself. She 
moved up towards the counter, then stopped, transfixed. There was a row of 
dildos of all shapes and sizes. Her eyes locked onto a big black cock that 
even had a pair of testicles near the bottom. 

Down on the next shelf were the vibrators. She picked one up and fingered 
the base. Her thumb hit a recessed button and the thing started to buzz and 
shake. She gasped in shock and almost dropped it, then turned it off and 
quickly put it back, looking around with a beet red face. 

The dildos came in plain looking boxes that simply had the price of the 
article on it. She fought violently with her inner self, wanting to buy one 
but horrified at the prospect of going up to the counter and paying for it. 
Still, it was just an old man, and he couldn't see what was in the box. 

She suspected though, that he would know perfectly well what was in he box. 
She bit her lip, agonizing over the decision. Then she abruptly grabbed a 
box at random, covered it with the lingerie and went up to the counter. She 
passed by the couple, who were in the next aisle over. 

They were looking at a rack of whips and chains. As Karne passed, the man 
slipped a pair of handcuffs over the woman's wrists and closed them with a 
click. Brooke swallowed and hurriedly moved on. She got to the counter and 
stopped suddenly. 

The old man was gone. Instead, there was a tough looking young woman there. 
She had short bleached blonde hair, and a rough face. She was wearing a 
leather vest over a tank top. The muscles of her arms bulged out, and there 
were several tattoos on them. 

Brooke was on the verge of backing away when the woman's eyes caught her. 
Now it was too late. She shuffled forward and dropped her goods on the 
counter. The woman looked down at them and then up at the red faced 
brunette. To Brooke's horror, she grinned in amusement. 

Brooke swallowed repeatedly, looking away, not wanting to meet the woman's 
eyes. 

"You try these on?" 

"Uhhh?" 

"You try these on, honey?" 

"I uh, no, uh." 

"You realize there's no exchange, for sanitary reasons." Brooke felt like 
dropping through the floor. 

"Why don't you go in here and try them on?" She pointed at a curtained 
doorway. 

"No, uh... that's, uh... okay." 

"Oh go on. Don't be shy." The woman sniffed, looking impatient. She turned 
and pulled the curtain open and ushered Brooke through the door. 

"It's alright. I don't... I mean, it... it, uh, isn't necessary..." 

"Just go in here." she showed Brooke a little changing room with a curtain 
across the doorway. Her big hand reached out and slid around Brooke's upper 
arm, hauling the reluctant young woman forward and pushing her through into 
the changing room. "Well, uh... " "Just try these on fast and I'll deal with 
these people." she said, turning back to the cash where the couple were 
standing. 

Brooke was incredibly embarrassed, but was afraid of this rough, tough 
looking woman. She didn't want to refuse her wishes, but, well... 

She looked down at herself. She was wearing a white turtle neck under a 
brown jacket, with a brown, knee length skirt, low shoes and white socks. 

Maybe she could just... " "Well? I ain't got all day, girl." 

"Uh, it's alright, really, I, uh... ummm...." 

"Tsk." The woman's hands moved to Brooke's skirt, unclipping it and pulling 
down the zipper with deft movements. 

"No! Wait... " Before she could do anything the skirt was halfway down her 
thighs. She grabbed for it but the woman pulled it down, shoving Brooke onto 
a bench. Brooke lost her balance and fell back onto the bench as the woman 
pulled her skirt up and off. 

"Just a minute! Hey... " 

CHAPTER THREE 

The woman laughed as Brooke jumped up. Her hand went into Brooke's panties, 
her fingers sliding down into the brunette's curly pussy hair, then moving 
down under her crotch to cup her pubic mound in her big, fat, strong 
fingers. She squeezed, at the same time shouldering the smaller woman into 
the wall and mashing her lips down onto Brooke's. 

Brooke gasped, her heart pounding in shock and fear. The woman rubbed 
insistently over her pussy, one long, thick finger probing at her fuck slit 
and then thrusting up into her. She gasped in pain and grabbed at the hand, 
but the woman seized her thick brown hair in her other hand, jerking her 
head up and to one side, then rammed her lips hard onto Brooke's, shoving 
her tongue in between the gasping open lips. 

She pinned Brooke in the corner of the little changing room as she pumped 
her finger in and out of the brunette's cunt slit, then she grabbed the 
panties and ripped them down, shoving her back onto the bench again. She 
ripped the panties upward, lifting the girl's feet until the panties came 
free. 

She dropped to her knees in front of the bench, her big hands going around 
the slender thighs, ripping them apart and pulling Brooke's ass up against 
the edge of the bench. She pushed her face into the soft curly folds of 
pubic hair, then slurped her tongue up and down the tight little slit. 

"Noooo! P... P.. Pleeeeeaaassee!" Brooke whined. "I don't... I don't... " 
The woman's big hands slid further under the brunette, forcing their way 
under the soft buttocks, actually lifting them, holding Brooke's ass like it 
was a watermelon as she slurped and sucked and chewed on the soft pink meat 
before her. Brooke squirmed in mortification, feeling a growing lust m 
sweeping through her body. 

"Stop it!" she whimpered, her ass jerking and bouncing in the woman's hands 
as the fat wet tongue continued to slurp and dart through the soft, pulpy 
pink folds of her cunt flesh. Her hands pushed at the woman's face, but 
weren't able to force her away, especially since her body was beginning to 
shake and tremble with lust. 

She groaned as the woman slid her tongue up into her pussy, darting it about 
like a snake inside her box. She let go of Brooke's ass cheeks, instead 
thrusting two fingers up deep inside Brooke's cunt. Brooke gave a short 
sharp gasp and arched her back, her hands no longer pushing at the woman's 
face, instead were pulling at it. 

She slumped lower on the bench, her legs wide apart as the woman's tongue 
soaked her entire crotch region and her fingers kneaded her tight flesh. She 
pried apart Brooke's cuntlips and bit down on her clitty, causing a hot 
burst of pain to slam into the girl's mind. 

Then she ground her teeth from side to side on the ultra sensitive little 
piece of flesh, her fingers fucking rapidly in and out of Brooke's cunt 
tube. 

"No." Brooke mewled. "No... no... no... no..." 

Then she threw her head back and her ass jerked upward off the bench as a 
bolt of pure joyful heat slammed into her cunt. 

"OOHHHH!" she cried, her eyes closing and her teeth grinding together. 

The woman was sitting beside her then, her left arm around Brooke, her right 
buried in her cunt, fingers working madly. Brooke opened her eyes to find 
the bleary image of the rough woman's face coming against hers, then the 
woman's lips and teeth moved against the nape of her neck, Brooke cried out 
again as those teeth bit into her flesh and the woman sucked fiercely. 

She jerked to her feet, breaking free from the woman, but staggered against 
the wall. The woman was on her at once, her hands going around the young 
brunette. Her right hand slid onto Brooke's cuntmound, squeezing and 
rubbing, her left grabbed Brooke's hair, pulling back and then twisting her 
around, flinging her against the wall. 

Brooke looked at her breathlessly, her belly heaving and churning with 
sexual energy. The woman pulled her head back again and bit her on the 
throat, then transferred her mouth and teeth to Brooke's own mouth, biting 
and sucking and whipping her tongue around inside Brooke's oral cavity as 
the girl shook and trembled against her. 

The woman pulled back, eyes gleaming as she smiled tauntingly. "Just warming 
you up, baby, so you can try on your purchase." she breathed. She reached 
down to the bench and pulled the box out of the pile of lingerie, flicking 
it open with a practiced thumb and pulling out a big dildo. It was the long, 
thick black one she'd been looking at before. 

Brooke gave a sob, struggling weakly against the much stronger woman. 

"Don't want, ungh... you to get the wrong... size." The woman gritted, 
forcing Brooke back into a corner. She brought her own knee up against 
Brooke's thigh, forcing the girl's left leg up and onto the bench. She used 
her own body to keep Brooke pressed into the corner and block her feeble 
efforts at resistance, then punched the hard knobby end of the dildo against 
Brooke's crotch. 

Brooke gasped and shuddered, then tried again to pull away as she felt the 
rounded knob pressing against her cunt lips. She gave a long whimpering moan 
as the hardness of the black dildo forced her cunt lips aside and was slowly 
forced up into her body. 

She clawed at the device, trying to push it away, but the big woman only 
laughed, reaching down and grabbing the dildo with both hands and giving a 
grunt of effort as she thrust it up into the college girl's cunt slit. 

Brooke gave a cry of dismay, thrown, back into the corner, almost lifted off 
her feet by the force of the savage thrust. The thick black rubber cock 
stabbed deep into her soft pink cunt tunnel. 

Her ass bounced against the wall, jerking and twisting from side to side as 
more and more of the hard rubber cock drove up into her guts. The blonde was 
laughing throatily, holding her forearm pressed against Brooke's throat as 
she pumped the dildo in her fuck chute. 

"You know you want it, pussy! You wouldn't be buyin' this if you was gettin' 
any." 

She pumped the dildo up and down, sliding the thick, ridged rubber back and 
forth inside the whimpering, sobbing girl's cunt tube. Brooke's shoe slipped 
on the bench and she almost fell. The blonde shoved her back hard, knocking 
her head against the wall. 

Brooke was still wearing her jacket, sweater, and bra, was naked only below 
the waist. The blonde showed no signs of stripping her further though, 
concentrating on jamming as much of the rubber cock up inside her belly as 
would fit. 

She mashed her lips against Brooke's again, blocking off her groans and 
sobs. She shouldered her into the corner, her left hand sliding down onto 
her firm round buttocks while her right pumped the dildo up and down in her 
twat tunnel. 

She grasped and kneaded the soft hot meat of Brooke's ass cheeks, her 
fingers clawing and fondling as she grunted with the effort of forcing the 
dildo ever higher inside the smaller woman's tight sucking fuck tunnel. 

The blonde pulled up on her sweater, forcing it upwards over the swelling 
mounds of her breasts. 

She reached in and pulled Brooke's tits out of the cups, forcing the bra 
down under the soft white flesh so the twin mounds were squeezed together. 

She bent and fixed her mouth over the straining right nipple, biting it 
hard, sucking fiercely as the brunette sobbed and whined and writhed against 
the wall. Her feet slipped apart and she slid downward just as the blonde 
thrust upward with the dildo. More rubber cock drove into her. 

"Uhn! UNGH! UNGH!" Brooke grunted. "OH FUCK!" 

"That's right baby." The blonde snickered. She hammered the dildo up and 
down inside Brooke's belly. Brooke could feel the hard head way up in the 
pit of her lower abdomen, jamming hard against her cervix, almost lifting 
her off her feet with each harsh thrust. 

Brooke felt a climax burst over her, and humped her crotch out at the 
thrusting dildo. Her body shook uncontrollably, her fingers clawing at the 
walls as she shoved her own tongue back into the woman's mouth. Their 
tongues slid together until the blonde pulled back, pumping in time to 
Brooke's desperate humping motions. 

"That's it, cunt! That's it! You know you need it! You gotta have that cock! 
Hot little pussy! Take it! Take it! Take it up your cunt hole! Bitch!" 

She twisted the dildo inside Brooke's belly and the brunette hissed in 
shock, her ass slamming back against the wall. 

The woman pulled Brooke to the floor, then squatted over her face. Brooke 
could see up beneath the tiny rubber mini the woman wore, and could see that 
the woman wore no panties. Furthermore, her pussy was shaved smooth. The 
bald snatch dropped onto her face, the moistness wetting her face as the 
blonde ground her crotch back and forth onto Brooke's face. 

"Suck me off, you little whore." The blonde groaned, jamming her cunt into 
the girl's mouth. Brooke slurped at the cunt, unable to help herself. Her 
tongue darted out, lapping furiously, not even knowing what she was doing or 
why. She gave the blonde's smoothly shaven cunt mound a bath, soaking it in 
spittle as the blonde woman groaned and rubbed against her. 

The blonde reached down, squashing and squeezing Brooke's breasts, then 
reached for the dildo, half buried in the girl's crotch. Brooke's thighs 
were spread apart, her legs flailing senselessly. She jammed the dildo back 
into Brooke's fuck pit using both hands, grinding the head against her 
cervix. 

"Uh! Suck me! Suck me! Uh, Yeah! Yeah! uhhn!" the blonde gasped, rubbing her 
cunt against the tongue lapping at it, grinding her box onto Brooke's chin 
and lips and nose. She rodded the dildo back and forth between Brooke's 
clutching cunt lips, rasping it hard over the exposed clitty. 

Brooke's feet drummed on the floor, bouncing and jerking as her legs flopped 
and her body writhed and shuddered. Another orgasm blew through her 
tremulous mind, shaking and mauling her senses, sending rippling fires of 
erotic pleasure along her limbs and into her belly and chest. 

Brooke's legs were wide apart as her ass bounced and jerked on the floor. 
The big dildo was almost completely buried in her box, only a couple of 
inches sticking out of the round little hole between her legs. The blonde's 
eyes squeezed closed, her own body giving a violent shudder as she climaxed, 
she bent forward, her left hand flat against the base of the dildo. 

Her right hand went behind her left and she slapped them both down hard on 
the base of the dildo. 

"Take it!" she gasped, slapping her hands down. The dildo rammed against 
Brooke's cervix and the brunette cried out, her ass bouncing. 

"Take it!" the blonde gasped again, slamming her hands against the base 
again, then again, then again. "Take it!" she groaned, "Take it!". 

She pounded on the end of the dildo as the brunette shuddered, her body 
twisting and shaking, convulsing and contorting under her. The dildo 
disappeared into the flesh pink folds of her cunt, and the cuntlips closed 
tightly again, hiding the large rubber fuck tool. 

The blonde's mouth came down on Brooke's pussy and she bit and sucked at her 
clitty and cuntlips. Her ragged breathing began to ease and she slowly 
pulled away, crawling up off the prone woman. She climbed shakily to her 
feet, looking down at Brooke, who still lay on her back, legs spread, chest 
heaving. 

"Good... " the blonde panted. "It fits. She scooped up Brooke's panties and 
slid them back over her feet, then slid them up her legs, lifting her up to 
pull them firmly around her hips. She helped the bedraggled, dazed girl to 
stand, half supporting her as she helped her on with her skirt, then 
fastened it in place. 

Brooke pulled her bra up over her tits and shakily slipped her sweater down 
over herself as the blonde gathered up her lingerie and pulled her out of 
the room and into the front. The old man was behind the cash and she pushed 
him aside, toting up Brooke's purchases quickly. 

Brooke leaned exhaustedly against the counter, her mind reeling, her body 
still trembling. She didn't even hear the price, simply handing the woman a 
wad of bills, then gathering her bagged panties and staggering out of the 
store. 

* * * 

After a couple of blocks, most of her senses returned. The episode in the 
shop began to seem like some kind of weird, perverse dream. It had all 
happened so fast. How? How did it, how could it have happened at all? What 
had been wrong with her? Why didn't she do something? 

She was uncomfortably aware of the big black dildo up inside her cunt. Her 
guts were cramping with the force of the hard rubber rubbing against the 
innermost parts of her belly. She had to get home and take it out! She 
couldn't move very fast, though. Her movements made the dildo jerk and twist 
inside her. God! She was insane! How could she!? What was worse, how could 
she have liked it??? 

She made it back to her dorm, sniffing back tears of misery and self hatred, 
and tore off her panties. She squatted on the floor, hiking up her dress and 
pushing with her cunt muscles. She grunted and strained, eventually forcing 
the deep, thick, tightly lodged rubber cock to slide its base out between 
her pussy lips to where she could grab it in her fingers and pull it out all 
the way. 

Her cunt groaned in relief as the big hard dildo came free. Brooke angrily 
threw it under her bed, sitting down on the floor, back against the wall. 
She shook her head, wondering how it all could have happened, whether it 
might just have been some perverted dream. 

The evidence lay before her, though. The paper back with the lingerie sat on 
her bed, and she knew what sat underneath the bed. She pulled off her shoes 
and socks, then stood up and stripped naked. She put on a robe and went down 
the hall to take a shower. 

After thirty minutes under the hot, steamy water and several hard scrubbings 
of her body, she was starting to relax and feel a little clean again. She 
couldn't, despite her intelligence, understand how she had become so weak 
kneed as to allow that woman to all but rape her. 

She wasn't even attracted to her, the woman was very far from being pretty, 
and certainly didn't seem like the kind of person she would ever want to 
associate with, let alone sleep with. 

As if she had heard a cue, Robin padded into the room, wearing only a bath 
towel. 

"Hi, Brooke." she said, her voice squeaky high and cheerful. 

"Hi." Brooke sighed. 

Robin dropped the towel, tossing it over a hook, and climbed up onto the 
shower platform beside Brooke. Brooke tried to keep her eyes away from the 
lushly visible flesh, turning towards the wall, closing her eyes as the 
shower pelted down onto her face. 

After long seconds had passed she let her head drop, then opened her eyes. 
She turned to the side and saw Robin, her head full of shampoo, her hands 
scrubbing at it. Robin's eyes were closed and Brooke watched helplessly 
drawn to the nubile body, bac arched, ass pushed out, and big fat titties 
thrusti up and out to either side. 

Her body glistened as water slid down her frame, and Brooke was seized by an 
almost overpowering urge to take her in her arms, to kiss her, to suck those 
big nipples and squeeze that little ass. She grit her teeth, turning away, 
trying to ignore the burning desires welling within her belly. 

She turned off the water and shook her head, squeezing some of the water out 
of it. She moved down to the counter, lifting up her own towel and drying 
herself thoroughly, as if the harsh, brisk movements would take her mind off 
the naked girl behind her. 

She turned to the mirror, picking up her brush to do her hair. 
Unconsciously, her eyes strayed to Robin's image behind her. The little 
blonde was soaping up her body. Brooke watched as the hand rubbed soap 
across her breasts, then down her side and in between her legs. 

She swallowed and turned on the dryer, brushing her hair harshly, despite 
the pain, desperate to get away before she did something that would disgrace 
herself. Something else, she thought, with a savage mental kick at herself. 
At least the woman in the shop didn't know her from Eve. 

She donned her robe and hurried out of the bathroom, going back to her own 
room and quickly dressing so she would not be naked at the same time as 
Robin. She grabbed the bag off her bed, pulled out the black G-string and 
stuck it back into Robin's dresser, then grabbed some books just as Robin 
came in. The little blonde looked as perky as always, her smile bright and 
cheerful. 

"Going to class?" she asked, tossing the robe away. 

"Uh uh. See you later." Brooke blurted out, hurrying out of the room and 
down the hall. Her head was whirling with graphic images of herself and the 
blonde woman, only in her head it was Robin, not the strange, husky, mean 
looking woman who had fucked her so harshly. 

She shook her head, as if to clear it, cursing under her breath. Why were 
these awful things happening to her? What was wrong with her that she kept 
having these lewd, disgusting images and urges? Why, she wanted to fuck 
Robin. Robin! What was with her? She'd never shown any gay signs before. Why 
now? 

She made it to class in time, but heard very little of the lecture. Instead 
her mind continued to ponder this strange obsession that was taking hold of 
her, and continued to flash over carnal, crude, sensuous images of herself 
and other Robin, as well as the blonde, and various men, some of whom she 
didn't even know. 

Also, where her sexual fantasies of men used to be soft and romantic, 
focusing on the loving there were be between them, on the soft light and the 
smooth melding of bodies and souls, now her fantasies were all raw, crude, 
obscene graphic images, focusing on sex organs, on brutal thrusting and 
grinding and moanings. 

What would it be like, she wondered, to feel a real man between her legs, 
fucking her. Fucking her! Maybe I should try it soon before I turn into a 
homo, she sniffed to herself. Homos were not treated with much respect in 
the legal community in general and certainly wouldn't be well received by 
her parents. 

She trembled at the thought of letting a man at her body, letting him use 
her. Who could she do it with? Who's respect did she not care about? Who 
could she tolerate looking at her with knowing eyes thereafter? 

Nobody here at school, that was certain. What she needed was someone like 
that woman at the shop, someone she didn't know and who didn't know her. A 
quick, once only fling to ensure her heterosexuality. Maybe that was it. 
Maybe she'd just gone too long without sex. 

She'd heard of people getting desperate for sex after going without for a 
long time. She hadn't known it applied to virgins, but then, she wasn't a 
true virgin, not without her cherry, and especially after doing herself with 
that tube of toothpaste and letting that awful woman use that dildo on her. 

So how would she find a man to fuck her? Well, it shouldn't be that hard. 
Men were all complete sluts. She'd just pick one out and ask. She felt a 
bolt of excitement at the thought. God! What a slutty thing to do! Imagine 
going up to a complete stranger and asking him to fuck her! 

But a complete stranger was what she needed. She didn't have time for all 
that dating shit. She had mid-terms coming up. Besides, she didn't want him 
knowing who she was. She'd fuck him and get it over with, see what it was 
all about, make sure she was healthy sexually, then get back to her studies. 

* * * 

Robin went out that night, as usual. Brooke waited until she was gone, then 
jumped out of her chair, pulled on a pair of black pants and a bright red 
blouse, took down her jacket from a hanger, and went out herself. She would 
simply find one of those sleazy pickup bars and pick up somebody. 

Half an hour later she was at a place called Guidos. She walked in, sat at 
the bar, ordered a drink, and began to scan the room, looking for someone 
attractive but safe looking. After all, she didn't want to get some weirdo 
and wind up in pieces in a dumpster. 

The place was crowded. There were dozens of steel and glass tables scattered 
around. The walls were a dark blue, and the long bar was silver. Pounding 
rock music came over the sound system, so loud she could hardly hear herself 
think. 

Just below the sound of the music was the babble of many people speaking at 
once. She looked around, scanning and rating the men who seemed to be alone. 
She knew basically how this was played, but was in a hurry. She wasn't, 
after all, searching for a meaningful relationship, just a hard fucking to 
get her mind off smutty sex. 

Still, she was frightened. She'd never been seen naked by a man before and 
the idea was scary. She'd never seen a man naked in person either, 
especially his, uh... his thing. Well, she knew how things were done in bed 
and she was sure the guy would have more experience than her. 

"Would you like to dance?" 

At first she didn't hear him for all the noise. He had to tap her on the 
shoulder and then repeat himself. She glanced appraisingly at him as he 
grinned and looked on inquiringly. 

"Okay." she said. She let him take her hand and lead her out to the dance 
floor, where the danced a couple of dances. He wasn't bad, really. They 
moved back to the bar where he introduced himself as Bruce. Perfect. She 
couldn't imagine knowing anyone named Bruce. 

He was just telling her about his work, he was fireman of all things, when 
she decided he might as well be the one. She glanced at her watch, then back 
at him, holding up a hand to still his chatter. He stopped obligingly. 

"I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but I have a request." 

"Uh, well, ask." 

"I know this is going to seem a little slutty, but could we go to your place 
and have sex?" She felt her face reddening as she said it. Bruce's eyes 
widened in disbelief, then he looked around, as if to see if this were some 
kind of joke being played on him. 

"You kidding?" 

"No. I don't do this often. In fact, I don't ever do this. You see, I'm too 
busy with my studies to worry about sex and stuff, so I think maybe it's 
affecting my work and I'm starting to get these really disgusting images and 
daydreams and fantasies and it's making it hard to concentrate and I'm 
thinking strange thoughts about my roommate, and... " She was babbling like 
an imbecile. He was looking at her like she'd just fallen out of a space 
saucer. 

"Look, if you don't want to... " "No, no, no!" I'll be glad to! My 
pleasure!" 

"Do you have some place we could go to?" 

"Uh, well, I have a roommate, too." 

"Well, what about a motel, then? They don't cost much, do they?" 

"I uh, don't think they do, no." 

"Fine, we'll go to the closest motel. Do you have a car?" 

"Yes ma'am." He led her across towards the door by the arm, then walked her 
out onto the street. "What did you say your name was?" 

"Chris." she lied. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Their conversation during the brief drive was minimal. Bruce, if that really 
was his name, was too busy twisting his head back and forth, both watching 
for a motel and continually surveying and evaluating her body through the 
clothes she was wearing. 

Not that that was an easy task. She didn't have any slutty clothes like 
Robin, and her pants and shirt weren't particularly revealing, being neither 
tight, nor transparent. The black pants were for school, and the bright red 
shirt, though it went very nicely with her brown hair, had been a birthday 
present from Robin. 

Bruce, with growing realization that things were in the bag, began to 
abandon whatever thin veneer of cool and sophistication he had put on for 
show at the bar. His face took on a leering, eager look, and as they drove 
along, he suddenly put his right hand on Brooke's leg and began to slide it 
up and down. 

Brooke didn't much like it but did nothing to dissuade him, since she was, 
after all, here for sex with a man. She was feeling a few qualms about the 
guy though, since he was beginning to seem more and more like a male version 
of the tattooed blonde from the store. 

His hand slid between her thighs and squeezed her crotch several times as he 
laughed enthusiastically. 

"Bet you can hardly wait, huh baby?" he grinned. 

"Right." she said, unenthusiastically. 

"Hey, I don't blame you. The ol' Bruce is a hell of a stud in bed, lemme' 
tell you. You won't regret it. I wish all the chicks were like you, save a 
helluva lot of time if they'd all just come up and speak their minds." 

"Uh, huh." 

"Don't get me wrong, sometimes I like the chase, but it's the catch that's 
the fun part. Nothing like a good fuckin' to clear your sinuses. Ha! Ha! 
Ha!" 

What a weasel, she sighed to herself. She just hoped he was good in bed. She 
didn't want her first fucking to be by an incompetent. Bad enough it was by 
a dork. 

His hand slid off her crotch and up onto her chest, cupping and squeezing 
her breasts, then slid back down, the fingers sliding under the waistband 
and pushing into her pants. He snickered in delight as his big paw felt her 
pussy hair through the thin, lacy panties she had worn. 

They twisted under the little triangle and rubbed against her bare pussy, 
twisting her cunt hairs painfully, before scraping up an down her slit. He 
twisted his hand around inside her pants, forcing her panties aside as he 
forced a hard finger into her cunt box. 

She repressed a hiss of annoyance, fighting off her condescension and 
snobbery, trying to abandon herself to her own body's sensuous pleasures. 
She took deep breaths, convincing herself to ignore the indignity, for after 
all, indignity was the female's place during sex. 

His finger had squirmed up into her cunt hole and was slowly pumping in and 
out. Her cunt was moist and his finger was rasping across her clitty, 
whether by deliberate aim or because of the angle, so the feeling was 
becoming quite pleasant. 

"Like that babe? Yeah. I can tell you do. Hot little slut, ain't you?" he 
taunted. "There's one!" he yelled, turning the wheel hard over and squealing 
the tires as he pulled off the road and into the drive of a tiny, grubby 
looking motel. 

"Isn't there someplace better than this?" Brooke demanded, sitting up and 
looking around in disgust. 

"Hey, I ain't payin' for the Hilton, baby. This'll have a bed and four 
walls." He got out and went into the little office. She saw him talking with 
the guy behind the counter, laughing about something. They both turned to 
look at her, and she figured it was her being discussed. 

He probably thought she was a cheap whore for coming on to him like that. 
That embarrassed her somewhat, but she'd expected it. She was sacrificing 
respect for anonymity. Better to have a complete stranger think the worst of 
her than some guy she saw ever day. 

He came back and got into the car, then pulled along and stopped and parked 
alongside the row of doors and windows. He got out and she followed as he 
unlocked number eighteen and held it wide for her. He waved his arm 
gallantly as she passed him and went inside. 

The place had a big double bed, a television and not much else. There was a 
table in a corner, with a couple of chairs, and a bathroom on the other end. 
The paint was peeling in several places and there was a big chunk of plaster 
missing from the wall over the bed. There were also stains on the rug. 

She looked upward and saw that there was a big mirror on the roof over the 
bed. She'd heard of those things but never dreamed she'd actually see one. 

Bruce closed the door and came into the room. Then he was pressed against 
her back, his loins rubbing against her buttocks. She could feel a hardness 
there, an obvious erection. Even through their pants, the feel of it sent a 
burst of heat into her belly. 

His big arms came around her and cupped her breasts roughly, then squeezed 
them, fingers digging into the flesh as his face pressed against her. His 
lips nuzzled at the nape of her neck and he kissed her, nibbling lightly. 
Then his right hand slid off her tit and rubbed against her belly, before 
undoing the catch on her pants, unzipping them and shoving them downwards. 

The loose pants slid down her legs to pool at her feet as Bruce's hand 
cupped her mound through the little panties. He continued to kiss and lick 
the side of her neck as his right hand slipped back upwards, undoing her 
buttons one by one. 

Then he pulled her shirt open and back off her. She stepped out of the 
pants, kicking off her shoes as well. She was naked, save for the tiny lace 
bikini panties and the little lace half-bra. Bruce squeezed her breasts 
again, then turned her roughly around and kissed her on the lips, his mouth 
open and urgent. 

His left hand cupped and fondled her right breast as his right slid down her 
back and into her panties, rubbing and kneading the firm rounded flesh of 
her buttocks. His hand crushed her little ass cheeks. 

His lips slid over her face, kissing her cheeks and forehead. He fooled with 
her bra, then cursed and tore it open. 

"Hey." she complained. He ignored her and lowered his mouth with a sigh of 
pleasure, fastening his lips around her left nipple. He sucked hard, his 
tongue working avidly at the little pink bud. 

Brooke was feeling more and more excited, her own intense exhilaration at 
the lewdness and sluttiness of her actions now combining with sensations of 
sexual delight being brought out of her sensitive body. As crude as Bruce 
might be, his hands seemed to know what they were doing: Certainly, his 
mouth did. 

Her breast felt like it was being devoured. She groaned and closed her eyes, 
shuddering in pleasure as his mouth worked over her nipple and the 
surrounding tit flesh. He was hurting her breasts with his hard squeezing 
fingers, but she didn't complain. He sucked deeply, his tongue fluttering 
around her nipple and skin as his lips opened and closed. His teeth lightly 
ground against the nipple. 

His right hand was cupping her tit, mashing the flesh together and bulging 
it outward for his mouth to chew and suck. Her skin was taut, both with her 
own excitement and the pressure from his fingers, and her nipple was as hard 
as she'd ever known it to be. 

His left hand was sliding up and down the crack of her ass, rubbing the 
cleavage between her soft buttocks and sliding downwards to their base to 
rub across her pussy mound. Then he thrust a finger up into her quim, 
wiggling it around inside her as he shifted his mouth onto her other tit, 
sucking in her other nipple. 

She looked down, dizzily, seeing her left breast so big and round and hard, 
the nipple deep red and fully erect, glistening with the moistness of his 
mouth's juices. His fingers were still opening and closing against the 
underside of it, mashing its round form, distorting it, twisting and 
squashing it. 

He flung her on her back on the bed, pulling his own sweater up and off in a 
single motion, tossing it on the floor. She stared up at him, breathless, as 
he ripped open his belt and pants and shoved them and his underwear down in 
a single motion, bending to kick them off. 

He stood up naked, his big, bulging organ bouncing up and down from his 
movement. It was red and purple, angry looking, and it was pointed right at 
Brooke. She swallowed nervously, her excitement and apprehension peaking as 
she beheld the big, raw, wet looking male organ that would soon be rucking 
into her most private, most sensitive place. 

He jumped into bed and flopped down on his side, next to her, his right hand 
immediately dropping onto her belly, then sliding down to cup her crotch 
through the little panties. His left slid under her head, gripping her hair, 
pulling it hard enough to make her cry out as he turned her head towards 
him. Then his lips crushed down against hers. 

She returned the kiss, tentatively at first, then with growing passion, her 
hands pressed against his chest. He jerked the thin string of her panties 
down her hips and she raised her ass and legs to let him slide them off. 
Then she spread her legs as his hand returned to her moist, heated crotch. 

He palmed her cunt mound, squeezing lightly, then began to rub his fingers 
up and down the narrow cleft, sawing away at her clitty their tongues slid 
and rasped together. She followed his tongue with her own, rubbing against 
it as it circled around her mouth, then following it as it retreated into 
his mouth. 

He shifted his weight, pressing her back onto the bed, half laying atop her 
as he pawed and caressed her soft flesh. 

"What, a hot little piece you are." he groaned, his hand roaming up and down 
her silky body, snaking beneath her to cup her buttocks, then moving around 
and back up to her breasts. He lowered his lips to her right nipple, sucking 
at it once again as his right knee moved between her thighs and began to 
grind and mash against her crotch. 

His crinkly pubic hair and hard, bulging erection pressed against her thigh 
as he rubbed himself against her. She sighed in passion, noting the heat of 
his organ against her flesh, how different it felt from the rubber cock the 
blonde had used. 

Her cunt lips were dilated slightly, shimmering wet and hot as his hand 
roamed across them. Then she gave a low moan of pleasure as his hand 
returned and a finger thrust up into her. He began to fuck her with his 
digit, steadily rubbing it in and out across her clitty while his mouth 
worked on her breast meat. 

She murmured joyfully, feeling her cunt twitch and quiver under his constant 
ministrations. She closed her eyes, laying back and letting the sensations 
flow into her. His mouth transferred from her nipple to her mouth, which 
already gaped open. Again, she returned the kiss, their tongues jousting 
together as her ass began to grind into the bed. 

She humped slowly upwards in time to his constant finger fucks, her right 
leg was pressed into his, but her left stretched wide as she sought to open 
herself more fully to his pumping finger. He added a second, sliding them in 
and out of her sopping cunt box as she humped up against them. 

She felt filthy, despite her excitement. He was masturbating her! Of all the 
disgusting, embarrassing things... She couldn't stop him though, couldn't 
resist as his fingers continued to pump inside her wet cunt. 

Her heart pounded with excitement, a loud hammering that she thought he must 
surely hear. Her belly fluttered and her feet and toes twitched and jerked. 
She was feeling a hot growing buzz between her legs, a blissful sensation 
that sent a kind of desperate, crazed lust into her soul. 

He rolled over, fully atop her. Her legs spread around him and she felt his 
cock against her crotch and lower belly. She reached down for him but he 
knocked her hands away, grabbing it in his own hand, centering it against 
her hot, pulsing cunt clef. 

Then he pushed forward and the head of his prick made contact with her hole. 
Brooke groaned in pleasure as it slid into her, the fat, bulging head 
forcing her cuntlips open as it thrust violently down into her quim. 

She brought her arms around him but he knocked them away with a curse, then 
he reached for something she didn't see. He brought a long piece of leather 
out of somewhere and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, tying them 
together as he grinned down at her. 

She looked at them in confusion, trying to pull her hands away, but they 
were already firmly locked together. He shoved her arms back above her head 
and tied the strip of leather to the bedpost. 

Brooke jerked feebly, wonderingly, trying to move her hands, but the leather 
was very strong and very tight. Bruce began to fuck her then, pounding his 
prick into her crotch hole. 

He brought up his right hand, forcing his two fingers into her mouth. 

"Suck them, whore. Suck your own cunt juice!" he sneered. 

He pumped them in and out and she closed her lips and sucked, tasting, she 
realized with astonished delight, her own fuck juices. He pumped the fingers 
back and forth in her mouth as she suckled joyfully. 

Then his cock shoved forward, into a tight, but clear and well lubricated 
tunnel, moving into her with one smooth, hard, unerring thrust that filled 
her to the brim. She groaned loudly, feeling the fullness of the penis as it 
embedded itself inside her crotch tunnel. 

She felt its soft head pressing against the deepest part of her cunt, up 
near her cervix, and felt her body give a violent shudder, a prelude to 
orgasmic release. Just as her body began to shake, she noted how different, 
how much better, more natural, how much softer and warmer this cock was to 
the fake rubber one. 

Then she arched her back with such pressure she threw him upwards. He 
supported himself on his elbows on the bed as her chest bowed and her head 
twisted under her, her round breasts pushing up and apart, two perfect 
symmetrical mounds of lovely white silky skin. 

Her cunt spasmed and sucked and squeezed on his prong as he humped rapidly 
in and out, rasping his cock against her clitty as she came with a furious 
release of tension and energy. She grunted and moaned and sighed, cursing 
and muttering unintelligible words as her body bounced and shook through a 
deep, long climax. 

Then she flopped back onto the bed, her legs sprawled open, spread-eagled 
and unmoving. Bruce settled back onto her, his weight coming down onto her 
heaving chest as he kissed her deeply. She had little strength to return it, 
lying there tiredly. 

He began to pump into her again, this time using fast, grinding movements, 
his body sliding up and down hers, stroking its hairy length against her 
soft belly and breasts. His fuck meat rode back and forth in her tunnel, 
rasping across her clitty as his mouth shifted from her throat to her lips 
to her cheeks to her ears. 

His hands were stroking her hair, tangling and twisting the shimmering brown 
folds around his fingers as he ran his cock into her. She grunted and whined 
each time he pulled her hair back, and his eyes gleamed in response. She 
felt the heat in her body re-ignite, though it had never fully diminished. 
She was aware of every inch of cockmeat in her cunt each time it rode into 
her and then slid back out. 

She gazed upward, seeing their image in the minor above the bed. Her body 
was spread-eagled beneath his, the torso covered, her arms locked together 
above her head. His body was firm and rigid, his ass rising and falling as 
he drove his prong down into her. Her blood surged at the picture. 

His body was a warm, hard weight atop her own hot flesh. She looked again up 
at the mirror, then her legs came up and encircled him and she began to hump 
back up at his cock. 

He bit into her cheeks, his tongue lapping at her like a dog. His movements 
became faster, his strokes deeper, more forceful. She grunted, humping back 
at him, her body trembling and shaking with orgasmic fever. Then he reached 
back and grabbed her legs, pulling them back, shoving them against her 
chest. 

Her cunt was fully open and she gazed down dazedly, seeing her own cleft and 
the hard red cock pumping in and out. A tremendous heat blasted through her 
mind as she looked down at the pumping cock entering her body. He pushed 
back hard on her legs, bending her nearly in two as he raised himself up and 
began to fuck in earnest. 

His cock pounded down her cunt hole, his hips slapping hard into her 
buttocks as he drove the purplish knob up and down her tunnel. She mewled in 
happiness, the degradation of her position only adding to her excitement and 
exhilaration. 

He came, his lips pulled back into a grimace and his cock pistoning into her 
fuck hole. She groaned in empathy and felt a burst of triumph as he trembled 
and shook and pounded his cock into her. Then she came as well, knowing his 
cock was spitting his seeds deep inside her belly. 

Her cunt spasmed and twisted, sucking down his juice as she cried out in 
delirious pleasure and rocked back up against his plunging fuck-prong. 

"Uhngh! UNghh! Unghh! Unnnghhhh! Fuuuckk! Ooohhhh! Godddd! 
Goouhoouh-hhhoodddddddd!" she groaned, her body thrashing and writhing 
beneath him as electric sexual release crackled up and down her spine. 

They lay back tiredly, recovering. His hand stroked the soft heat of her 
belly. 

"You're a good little fuck, babe." he sighed, shoving the hair back out of 
her forehead. He leaned over and kissed her, the kiss hard and bruising. 
"Now you're gonna suck me up so I can give it to you again." 

"uhh... huh... what?" she murmured, her eyes opening and closing tiredly. 

"Suck my cock. Those pretty lips of yours'll have it hard in no time." He 
undid the leather cord from around her wrists and helped her into an upright 
position. Then, to her surprise, he twisted her around onto her belly and 
pulled her arms up behind her. 

"Wha... what are you doing?" 

"Just hold it a minute, pussy... there." He bound her wrists together again, 
this time behind her back. She pulled worriedly at them, trying to pull 
free. 

"Untie me!" she demanded, starting to worry that he might be some kind of 
dangerous psycho. 

"When I'm good and ready." he grinned. He gripped her hair, pulling her up 
off her belly as she squealed in pain, then pulled her around off the bed 
and pushed her to her knees on the floor. 

"Now this is the perfect position for a woman to be in." he taunted. "On her 
knees, with her hands tied, and her mouth full of cock. Suck mine off, sweet 
cheeks." He pulled her forward by the hair and mashed her face against his 
soft cock. 

She felt degraded and cheap as her face rubbed back and forth against his 
crotch, but a harsh, blistering hot excitement stabbed into her cunt. To be 
little more than a sex toy, to a virtual sex slave! What an incredible 
erotic scene! 

She stared at the thing, now flaccid and ugly. She reached forward and 
touched it with her lips, almost recoiling, but instead bringing her lips 
forward. She opened her mouth and took his cockhead and a bit of the shaft 
inside, then, closing her eyes in disgust, closed her lips and began to 
suck. 

She sucked like it was a straw, then changed to a popsicle, sliding her lips 
up and down the thing, sucking it inside her where it curled up against her 
cheeks. She began to stroke her tongue along the thing, working it up and 
down the length as she ground her mouth down on it. 

She tasted again her own juices, which coated his cock, as well as his 
sperm, finding the combined taste to be rather pleasant. She slid her 
tightly clamped lips backwards, letting the thing slowly pull back out of 
her mouth, stretching it out straight as she sucked on the head. 

She thought she detected a hardening, but wasn't yet sure. She continued 
sucking, working her tongue around the shaft then down around his balls as 
well. Now she knew it was hardening and knew victory, and anticipation. She 
wanted this thing hard for her, wanted it inside her again. 

She began to bob her lips back and forth on the glistening length of fuck 
meat, wondering excitedly, whether she looked like those slutty girls she'd 
seen in porno movies. She continued to bob up and down, her tongue diving 
and sliding around and around the nearly erect prick. 

His hands came down and pressed against her head, pushing her downwards. He 
grabbed a thick chunk of her hair and used it to pull and jerk her head 
around on his prong. She thought briefly, partly angry, partly excited, 
about how demeaning this was for her, but then shook off the thought, 
breaking free, pulling her lips off his now erect cock and trying to crawl 
upwards over his body. 

He growled and pulled on her hair, grabbing her under one arm and jerking 
her upwards along his body until she was over his hips. She straddled his 
hips as he grabbed his cock, pulling it upwards, holding it erect beneath 
her as she slowly sank her cunt back down onto it. She all but squealed in 
delight as she sat down on the thick organ, taking it fully into her cunt 
crack and feeling it slide up into her belly. 

She sat down on it, her legs were bent, her knees pressing into the bed to 
either side of his body. But she supported all her weight on her ass, 
letting the cock push up into her as deep as it could go. She sat there 
unmoving for long moments, revelling in the feeling of the full, deep 
penetration, constantly pulling at the leather binding her wrists, as if the 
mere fact of her being bound excused her lewd conduct and allowed her to 
fully enjoy the eroticism of the moment. 

Bruce's hands came up and cupped her breasts and she arched her back, 
pushing them against his hands as her head rolled slowly and she ground 
herself against his belly. Then she came again, her body shaking and 
quivering in delight, her cunt rubbing furiously against his belly as she 
twisted the big cock around inside her guts. 

She dropped forward then, her lips seeking his, then began to hump her ass 
up and down on the steely prick, her body quaking with excitement, with 
sexual release and fulfilment at the same time as a new and bigger climax 
built within her. 

She rolled and rocked her ass and crotch up and down on his penis, amazed at 
the pleasure shooting into her each time she slid her throbbing, pulsing 
cunt sheath up or down on the hard, wet, knobby rod. 

Then Bruce began to hump up into her, doubling the force as his cock thrust 
deeply into with each stroke. She grunted and moaned, her hands roaming 
excitedly through his hair as their lips mashed and moved together. 

His hands came down and cupped her buttocks, squeezing the flesh and riding 
up and down on them as she rocked atop him. She stopped rocking, kneeling 
forward as she mashed her breasts against his chest and ground the nipples 
against him. 

Bruce continued to thrust upward though, sending his hard fuck- meat 
skewering up into her twat with hard pumping movements. Then she started 
rocking again, slapping her ass down to meet his upward thrusts, taking the 
hard cockhead against her cervix, feeling a jolt of pleasure with each 
impact. 

She thought she could hear, could sense through her bones, a kind of dull 
thumping noise each time his hard cockhead drove against her cervix, and 
grunted in delight, her mind spinning with lust and desire as she rocked and 
humped and bounced atop him. 

She came again, her body jerking and thrashing wildly, her ass bouncing and 
bucking on his cock, her mouth open and wailing in pleasure as a deep 
bursting flower of fiery ecstasy spread out through her body. 

Again he came, sending his seeds spitting upwards into her spasming sucking 
belly, feeling her drain off his every white wad as his own body stiffened 
and shook. He bucked violently upward, instinctively pounding his cock into 
her crotch with as much force as he could. 

They slowly relaxed, Brooke draped over his body, his arms around her. They 
hardly moved for a long minute, his cock softening inside her velvet glove. 
Then he rolled her over and off, slowly sitting up and yawning in tiredness. 

"I gotta be getting home." he growled. He looked at her bound body with a 
sneering grin. "Maybe I ought to just put you in the trunk and take you with 
me." She quavered slightly, knowing he was joking, but knowing also that it 
was a true desire, that if he could do such a thing, he would. 

Instead he turned her on her belly and untied her, taking the leather with 
him. 

"We'll meet again, baby, you and me, an' then we'll have more time for fun." 

He began donning his clothes. He didn't speak again until he was dressed, 
then he gave her a mock salute said bye, leaving. She lay back tiredly, 
pondering what had just happened. 

She'd obviously liked it, so she guessed she wasn't a homosexual. But she'd 
liked the thing with the blonde woman too. And as she thought about Robin's 
naked body, she still found it attractive and... well... exciting. What was 
she then, bisexual? 

That wouldn't be so bad, would it? But was sex always as impersonal as this? 
In a way that was good. She didn't want to get personal with either Bruce or 
the blonde, but she wouldn't mind a little cuddling and kissing and soft 
nuzzling either. She wouldn't mind doing it with someone she cared about 
too. 

She didn't feel as cheap as she thought she would. Actually, that was wrong. 
She did feel cheap, extremely cheap and slutty, but she didn't feel bad 
about that. In fact, she kind of found it exciting. Imagine, her, Brooke 
Price, picking up a complete stranger and taking him to a cheap run down 
motel, then fucking the socks off him! 

Her friends, her family, even her acquaintances, would never believe it. She 
hardly believed it herself. She gazed up at her own naked image, then ran 
her hands up and down her body, watching her double emulate her. She slid 
her right hand down into her crotch, feeling the heat and wetness there. 

Her entire crotch and much of her buttocks and ass crack were wet with sweat 
and fuck juice, both hers and his. She slid a finger into her cunt, rubbing 
it in and out against her clitty, watching her image in the mirror as her 
body heated up. 

God, she was a whore! She was a dirty little nympho! She groaned out loud, 
uncaring about what she was, delighting in the warm pleasure flowing up into 
her from the moist, overheated furnace between her thighs. She pumped her 
fingers in and out and arched her back again, convulsing in orgasmic 
pleasure, her eyes fighting to stay open for the sole purpose of watching 
herself cum. 

The image excited her even more than her finger, prolonging the cum, adding 
fuel to the fire even as it was consumed. She bounced her ass up and down, 
imaging others watching her, imaging a crowd gathered, watching her cumming, 
watching her masturbating, a crowd sitting up above, watching through the 
mirror. 

She cried out in bliss, her body rocking from side to side as she furiously 
fucked three fingers into her sopping gash and diddled her clitty. She 
thrashed and writhed on the bed, rolling onto her belly, then rolling again 
onto her back. 

She gave a final shudder and lay still, her eyes closed. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Robin was asleep by the time she got home. She was glad of that, and also 
disappointed. She was both afraid of letting the little blonde know what had 
happened and excited about what her reaction would be. Somehow, it would 
seem nice to have someone think she was acting slutty for a change. 

She would have like to show off, regal the blonde girl with the sordid 
details, tell her about how she came and came with a hard male cock up 
inside her. Maybe Robin would get excited, maybe she'd want to fuck with 
Brooke. She'd never shown any signs of liking girls before, but then neither 
had Brooke. 

Brooke had taken a shower at the motel. Now, she undressed slowly, tossing 
her clothes aside carelessly. She'd used to undress quickly, not wanting 
Robin to see her. She'd always don a nightie before slipping off her 
panties. Now, she stripped slowly, though Robin was asleep. 

Just having her in the room made Brooke excited as she stripped to the buff. 
She didn't jump into bed right away either. She bent forward, spreading her 
legs slightly as she folded back the covers, and imagined Robin gazing at 
her from across the room, seeing her pussy cleft. 

She moved back and forth between her bed and dresser, doing little tasks, 
then finally turned off the low light and moved to the window. She gazed out 
into the courtyard for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the cool night 
air on her naked flesh. 

She wondered what it would be like to be naked outdoors, to have sex 
outdoors. What if people saw? A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of 
people seeing her naked, lusting after her, men and women both. She turned 
around, gazing at Robin, laying on her side, her eyes closed in sleep. 

She sighed and moved to her own bed and climbed in, then pulled the covers 
over herself. Her hand slid down between her legs and she began to rub at 
her clitty, feeling the heat welling up inside her as she worked her fingers 
in and out. 

* * * 

Robin was gone when she woke the next morning. She threw back the covers, 
spreading her legs wide and slowly masturbated until she'd cum. Only then 
did she get out of bed and start getting ready for classes. It was early. 
Usually, when she knew she'd have an early class, she showered the night 
before so she wouldn't have to use the busy shower facilities here. 

It had always embarrassed her being naked around other naked girls. Now the 
idea made her excited. She didn't know what was happening to her. The 
fucking with Bruce hadn't diminished her lustful fantasies and dreams, quite 
the opposite. Not only was she aroused but she felt less inhibitions than 
she ever had before. 

She put on a robe, not even tying it tightly as she made her way down to the 
bathroom. There were three girls at the counter applying makeup and brushing 
their hair. Four more girls were having showers, their bodies gleaming wetly 
as the water cascaded down around them. 

Brooke's eyes raced across their luscious nubile bodies, taking in the 
rounded ass cheeks and high, firm breasts, the flat bellies and puffy cunt 
mounds. She tossed her robe on a hook, a bolt of electricity shooting into 
her cunt just from being naked among so many others. 

She stepped up onto the shower platform and turned on the water, raising her 
hands up to her hair as she stroked it and arched her back. She imagined 
herself on a stage, with hundreds of people watching her naked body, 
imagined herself jerking off like she had last night for the mirror, and 
them watching it, getting excited. 

She imagined them coming up after her, fucking her, raping her, imagined 
herself surrounded by hot naked flesh, cock after cock coming at her. She 
closed her eyes and lips, moaning softly, running her hands down across her 
swollen, rounded breasts, feeling the hard erect nipples scratch along her 
palms. 

She was intensely aware of the women on either side of her as they showered, 
their hands also moving over their bodies, hands casually mashing across 
softly rounded breasts and buttocks as they soaped up or rubbed the soap 
off. Four more women entered the room, one going to the bathroom stalls and 
three taking off robes and climbing up onto the platform. 

One of the other girls finished her shower and turned off the water, 
stepping away from the platform and drying herself with her towel. Brooke 
began to soap herself up, rubbing softly across her breasts, then down her 
belly and between her legs, trying to look as casual as possible while 
deriving the maximum pleasure. 

Her body tingled with erotic excitement, but she continued the shower, 
letting the water beat down on her as she enjoyed the naked female flesh. 
Several girls left and others entered. 

She delighted in the small compact body of an oriental girl, licked her lips 
at the big, buxom blonde from down the hall, sighed in pleasure at the 
delightful, exquisitely cute little redhead who had the room across from 
her, and murmured her appreciation of a tall black woman, her black flesh 
gleaming wetly, her nipple huge and tasty looking. 

Finally, she stepped down from the stall and began to dry off. Again, she'd 
always pulled on her robe before doing anything else. Now she stayed naked, 
as other girls often did, and began to brush, then dry her hair, bending 
forward against the counter so her ass stuck out for anyone watching. 

Only when she'd finished did she pull on her robe, gather her things and 
hurry down the hall to her room. As soon as she was inside, she tore off the 
robe and jumped under her bed, grabbing the big black dildo and hauling it 
out. She stood it on its base on the floor, squatting over it as she had 
Bruce's cock, then slowly lowered herself, taking inch after inch up into 
her quivering wet cunt tube. She groaned in pleasure as the hard rubber 
forced her hole open. 

She dropped down, impaling herself on the hard black cock, taking it to the 
hilt as her pussy lips touched the floor. She held it by the base as she 
began to raise and lower herself. Then she let go briefly, and to her 
surprise, the thing stayed in place, not lifting as she raised her cunt. 

She didn't try and puzzle it out since she was far too aroused. She shifted 
her weight from her feet to her knees, then began to hump her ass up and 
down with much faster strokes, rocking herself up and dropping herself down, 
taking the big black cock into her as she imagined herself on Bruce, or on 
some big black stud. 

Maybe she would do it again, find some guy to fuck her, this time a big 
black guy with a big black cock like her dildo. Maybe one who would tie her 
up too. Her images had involved more and more submissiveness and bondage of 
late, a product of Bruce's leather binding. 

She grunted repeatedly, at the thought, her ass sliding up and down on the 
tube of rubber cockmeat. Then she came, groaning and whimpering and sobbing 
in delighted ecstasy, her cunt sizzling and boiling around the dildo as she 
rutted up and down. 

Only after she'd calmed down did she see that the base of the dildo was 
cunningly worked so it would function as a suction cup. She had to pull 
quite hard before it popped free from the wooden floor and came up in her 
hand. 

She hid it in the corner under her bed, then got dressed. She wished now 
that she had some slutty clothes like Robin's, though they'd be entirely 
inappropriate for classes. Still, she decided to get some, just to wear 
around the campus, maybe to the pub. The thought of men seeing her in tight 
revealing clothes made her pulse race. 

* * * 

She didn't know how it had happened. Brooke sat on her bed, staring at the 
wall, trying to puzzle things out, trying to figure out what had motivated 
her behaviour today. And trying to think about the possible consequences. 

She'd gone to her classes as normal, then had come her visit with Professor 
Evans to discuss her Contracts paper. He had to give approval for her topic. 
She'd barely stepped into his small, cosy office and set her eyes on him 
sitting there in his shirt, sleeves rolled up, when she'd gotten this 
incredibly graphic image of fucking him, of riding up and down on his cock. 

She'd flushed and turned her eyes away to regain her control, then gone over 
to sit down next to him. Evans's desk was placed against the wall, between a 
pair of tall filing cabinets. That way he was next to the student instead of 
across from them. A lot of teachers did that. 

Sitting next to him though, Brooke felt less like a student with a teacher 
and more like a woman with a man. She chatted easily, happily, Evans 
commenting on various difficulties she might run into. Brooke had felt 
herself heating up more and more, despite her wishes. 

They'd both been leaning forward as they discussed the papers on the desk, 
and her left breast had pushed against his arm. She'd drawn back as if an 
electric charge had hit her, but then, after a brief interval, she'd pushed 
back against his arm again, pushing hard enough to squeeze her breast meat 
out of shape. 

Her cunt was steaming with fuck juice, desperate desire poured through her 
veins. Evans turned to look at her, his arm pushing back hard against her 
breath. She'd been too breathless to even think, let alone say anything. 

He'd leaned forward, gazing at her eyes, and he'd abruptly grabbed her, 
mashing her lips against his. He'd stumbled to his feet, jerking her up with 
him. Her body pressed against his, arms around his shoulders. His hand had 
come down and squeezed her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft 
flesh. 

He'd twisted around so she was pressed against the desk and a filing 
cabinet. His right hand had shot down as their lips mashed and slid 
together. He'd pulled her skirt up higher and higher, until her scanty pink 
bikini panties were visible. 

Then he'd cupped her cunt, hot and wet through the panties. He'd waited but 
a moment, then peeled her sopping panties down her hips and thighs until 
they dropped at her feet. He shoved her left leg up onto the desk, exposing 
her crotch. He continued to press her back against the desk and filling 
cabinet, his hands roughly roaming over her body. 

His hand cupped and squeezed her crotch, rubbing up and down as she cooed 
and groaned and whimpered in hot pleasure. His lips were soft and demanding, 
his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. He pushed her back further, his 
hand fumbling at his fly, unzipping it. 

He pulled out a hard, bulging erection and rubbed it up and down against her 
drooling fuck slit. Brooke wept in desperation, grabbing for it. Then Evans 
thrust upward, driving it high into her belly. She gasped, her head rocking 
back and slamming against the filing cabinet. 

Evans thrust hard against her, rocking the cabinet and desk as he drove his 
prick up and down her cunt hole. He grabbed her left leg up high, shoving 
the leg upwards and back against the filing cabinet, spreading her as he 
humped hard against her splayed body. 

His mouth, his teeth, were at her throat. He sucked harshly, his teeth 
chewing and nibbling, his tongue flicking in and out like a hot wet dart, 
stabbing into her with sharp little pin pricks of lust. Both of them fumbled 
at her shirt. He pulled it open as Brooke reached for the catch between her 
bra cups, and popped it. 

Her bra fell apart and Evan's mouth dove down and mashed against her tit. He 
rubbed his face from side to side in her cleavage as she gripped her twin 
titties and mashed them together around his head. Then he lifted his face 
and sucked in her left nipple, biting and sucking on it as he gripped her 
ass cheeks and ground his loins up into her crotch. 

Her arms were around his shoulders and her legs soon rose too, encircling 
him. Half her weight was on the edge of the desk, the other half in the 
professor's clasping, squeezing hands. She bounced up and down on his cock 
as he rocked back and forth, sliding his bulging cock tool in and out of her 
dripping pud. 

She squealed with pleasure as she came, her back arching, her tits pushing 
up at him. Her head rolled from side to side against the filing cabinet. 

Evans bit down hard on her left nipple, trying to swallow the delicious soft 
meat while he bounced her up and down. Then abruptly he pulled her around, 
shoving her belly against the desk, bending her over. 

He seemed urgent, desperate. His hands pushed hard on her back, forcing her 
chest down against his paper strewn desktop. He kneed her legs wide apart 
and Brooke stared dizzily at the wall inches before her eyes as she felt his 
cock thrust hard against her cunt entrance. 

"uuuHHUUUUUhhhhhhuuuu!!" she gasped, as his hard prong cleaved her folded 
pussy lips, driving deep into her cunt tunnel with his first hard thrust. He 
pulled back, then rammed forward, forcing himself balls deep inside her 
lush, velvety tunnel. 

"OH! OH YES! OHHHhhhhhh!!!" she groaned, feeling his cock deep inside her 
belly. His hands grasped her hips and he jerked himself free, then thrust 
hard again, his cock stuffed into her sheath. He began to hurriedly fuck her 
exposed twat hole with furious strokes, his cock pounding in and out, his 
hips smacking softly against her buttocks, the sound deadened by the pants 
he still wore. 

Brooke grasped the far side of the desk, her eyes mere slits as powerful 
sensations of sexual abandon locked her body. She jerked and quivered as the 
professor pistoned his fuck tool in her sucking wet tunnel. She whimpered, 
dazed, her fingers clutching the end so tight she broke several fingernails. 

She let her head drop, her face rolling on the desk, then she felt the 
professor's hands around her thighs, lifting them up and apart as he began 
grunting madly and pounding his cock into her with savage strokes, his body 
thumping against her crotch with bruising force, rocking her and the desk. 

She came, whining and jerking and quivering like a maddened cur, her cunt 
squeezing and spasming around his skewering cock tool. Evans cursed, ripping 
his cock in and out of the shuddering girl, his balls turning red and then 
white as his jism spewed out, fire-hosing up into the Brooke's belly, wad 
after wad pumping up her sucking hole until she had sucked him dry. 

Her parting had been awkward. He'd been impatient for her to be gone and her 
mind had still been reeling. She'd pulled her shirt together and stumbled 
out of the office, leaving both her books and her panties behind. Now she 
was afraid to go back. 

How could she ever face him again? What would he think of her? Certainly 
there was no way he would ever have any respect for her again. She could 
just forget his class: She'd have to take it over next semester with a 
different teacher. 

But what was the point anyway? If she had such a lack of control of herself 
she was doomed to go attacking men at random. She'd no doubt be fucking her 
other teachers before long, those that didn't indignantly toss her out of 
their offices. 

How soon would it be before she attack Robin. The blonde girl would no doubt 
scream and run away, telling everyone in school about what a psychotic 
deviant her roommate, her ex-roommate was. 

What was she going to do? She had to get rid of this burning heat between 
her legs. It took her over completely and made any rational thinking 
impossible. There had to be a way to bring it under control. She thought 
about it for a while, but the only answer that came to her was to keep 
fucking people. 

She could remember the first time she'd seen one of the porno movies on the 
TV. She'd been astonished, and incredibly turned on. For the first week or 
so, she'd gone down every night, even sacrificing her studies to watch the 
lewd, carnal couplings. 

Then she'd gotten bored with it. There were only so many ways to do it, 
after all, and after a week of watching, she'd seen them all. They lost 
their attraction. Maybe this would be the same. She'd only done it a couple 
of times, after all, maybe if she did it a lot more, she'd get bored with it 
and go back to her studies. 

It would cost her in the short term, since she'd be sacrificing her studies, 
but in the long term her grades would be much better for getting this out of 
her system. That answer not only provided her with hope it also made her 
belly churn with excitement. 

She sat there thinking for a while, trying to figure out how to go about 
getting the most possible sex in the shortest possible time. While she was 
figuring Robin bounced into the room and provided the answer. 

She was sorting through her mail as she came in. "Hi." she said. "Hi." 

"Oh shit!" 

"What?" 

"Huh, look at this." 

"What is it?" 

"It's an invitation from Delta Ki fraternity to their Friday beer bash." 

"So?" 

"SO? What do you... don't you know about those people?" 

"Uh, uh." 

"God, are you ever out of it. Look, I bet you got one too. You did!" 

"So what?" 

"Brooke! They're notorious. They invite every pretty girl they can find and 
hope to get them drunk so they can get their clothes off. They've been known 
to dope up their cookies and cakes, dose the punch or pepsi or anything else 
you drink, with hundred proof alcohol, whatever it takes to get your eyes 
rolling so they can get you upstairs. At least three girls have claimed they 
were gang raped there just this semester." 

"Why doesn't the University do something about them?" 

"Well, for one thing, none of the girls have been willing to press charges. 
And you know this place, without proof, forget it." 

"So what girl would go to one of their parties?" 

"Girls like you who don't know about them." 

"Well, I'm not going to go." 

"Well, that goes without saying." she laughed. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Oh really, Brooke. You going to a party." 

"What's so strange about that?" 

"You just aren't the fun outgoing type, Brooke. You're too uptight to answer 
an invitation like that, even if they didn't have a reputation." 

"I suppose I should sleep around like you." 

"It can be fun sometimes." Robin grinned. 

"Talk about reputations." 

"Oh, come on. I don't have a reputation and I don't sleep around. I've 
fucked maybe... eight guys since I got here last year. Eight guys in two 
years isn't that bad." 

"What about the guys in the summer?" 

"So add another four or five. That's still not bad." 

"It's not good." 

"Well I'm sorry, but I don't have my thighs glued together like some 
people." 

If only you knew, Brooke sighed. 

She masturbated three times that evening. Luckily Robin had a date. After 
her second jerk-off session she tried to read the paper to take her mind off 
sex. What she found sent a hot blast through her brain. She often read the 
classifieds, looking for odds and ends for the room, and laughing at the 
personals. 

In the want ads section were several small ads for what were quaintly called 
"Go-go girls" or "dancers". She had never had the slightest doubts about 
what those were, they were strippers. She'd never paid much attention to 
them other than the scrunch up her face unhappily at the amount of money 
they were offering. 

Now the ads made her stomach churn and bounce and lurch. The very idea of 
standing up on a stage, just as she'd fantasised about, and taking her 
clothes off while men watched, the idea was so... so... frightening and at 
the same time, arousing. She had to pull down her pants and jerk off right 
away. 

Could she do it, she wondered. She did know how to dance. She'd dated some 
in high school. She was in good shape, and had a good body. She knew that. 
Could she be that uninhibited. Just the idea of dancing before a crowd 
filled her with jitters, doing it naked... 

She argued with herself all night and all the next day. The day after that 
she made her way down to the address on the ad and looked the place over. It 
was, as she'd known it would be, a strip joint. The problem was it was too 
close. She was sure a lot of its customers were students. 

She drove further out onto the edge of town and found another strip joint. 
She parked and sat there for over an hour arguing with herself. The idea was 
still just as frightening, but it was even more arousing than before, so 
arousing she couldn't use logic to combat it. 

As her arousal grew, her fear was overpowered and began to subside. She got 
out of the car and made her way up to the door of the bar, then went inside. 
The bartender directed her to the office and she went back there, passing 
through a darkened room full of tables where a few men, even at this early 
hour, sat watching the brightly lit stage. 

There was a half naked girl up there, prancing around in only a G- string 
and bra. Brooke stared in excitement, then hurried past and into the office. 

"Yeah?" 

"Uh, I came about... about your ad." 

"You ever stripped before?" 

She shook her head. 

"You got any idea what it's like?" 

"I saw the girl out in the bar." 

"Seein' ain't the same as doin'. God back out there, sit down and watch the 
show for a while. Come back in half an hour if you still want to." 

So she went back outside and sat down at a table. She ordered a drink and 
sat there to watch the woman, a kind of skinny black girl. What she saw 
didn't deter her from her goal. What the girl was doing didn't seem very 
difficult. It wasn't a Dig production number or anything. 

The girl stripped naked, then pranced around for a while longer. She bent 
over and showed them all her ass and pussy, she lay on her back, legs apart, 
and raised her ass up and down. She did a couple of somersaults and danced 
few more steps. Big deal. 

Another girl came out, this one a fake blonde. She was wearing a sexy lacy 
outfit that she promptly began to strip off. Within a few minutes she was 
naked and pretty much copying the black girl. Brooke began to sniff in 
disdain. She'd seen far better than this in her movies. 

In fact, she'd done better than this. She had taped one movie that had a 
sexy stripping from one of the performers and she'd been excited at the time 
by the lewdness and daring of the girl. She'd gone through the stripping 
several times and memorized it, then performed it alone for herself and her 
bedroom mirror. 

She'd wanted to find a really sexy way of stripping in anticipation of 
losing her cherry to some boy, but she'd never gotten around to performing 
it for anyone but herself. She'd gradually lost much of her interest in boys 
and had concentrated on her studies, but she'd done the stripping thing for 
herself several times since then, though not recently. 

She went back into the office. The manager looked up from his paperwork, 
surprised. 

"You're back. So? You think you can do what they're doing and not scream and 
cry and run away." 

"I can do lots better than that." 

"Oh you can, huh. Well we'll see about that. You better remember though that 
this is early afternoon and there's hardly anyone here. The ones that are 
here are mostly sober. Tonight the place'll be packed with rowdies who are 
yelling up at you, asking if they can fuck you, if you'll come down and blow 
them. You think you can dance while that's goin' on." She nodded her head, 
getting excited by his words. 

He picked up the phone. 

"Jessie? Who else is back there? Good, bring em to the office right now." He 
hung up and turned to Brooke. "What's your name, honey?" 

"Uh, Chris." 

"Whatever you want, kid." He grinned. "You wanna strip, you can put on a 
show for me. I'll see if you're any good at it." 

"Uh, here?" 

"We never close out there so you ain't gonna get the stage unless it's for 
real." 

Three women came in through the office door, trailed by a big, rough looking 
man. 

"This is Jessie, Marie, and Summer, an' this is Rob. This here is Chris, an 
she's gonna put on a show for us." 

Brooke reddened as five pairs of eyes turned on her. She swallowed nervously 
and looked around. 

"Turn on some music, Jessie." 

One of the women, a small brunette, looked disdainfully at Brooke, then 
passed by and turned on a cassette player. Pounding rock music came out of 
the machine. 

"Now you get to pick your own music if I hire you, but you can dance to that 
for now. Go ahead. Show us what you got." With that he folded his arms. The 
other four either sat or leaned against walls. Brooke was in an open space 
about six feet to all sides. 

She started to dance. 

CHAPTER SIX 

She felt slow and awkward at first, and she wasn't wearing the right 
clothes, at least, not like the girls she'd seen up on the stage. But then 
she realized that she was wearing the right clothes, for the stripping she 
knew was not for a stripper but an ordinary woman in ordinary clothes. 

She still felt incredibly nervous, performing with all these people watching 
her in the little room. She began to sway to the music, her face slowly 
schooling itself to the sexy look she'd perfected in her own mirror. Her 
eyes half closed as she looked out from beneath her eyelids. 

She started sliding her hands up and down her body, swaying from side to 
side as she followed the tune of the music. She was wearing a jacket, pants, 
shirt and shoes and socks, a far cry from how the girls on the stage came 
out. 

She swayed from side to side as she turned full circle a couple of times, 
then her arms went straight up and back as she shrugged the jacket off. It 
slipped down her arms and fell to the floor. She twirled around, deftly 
kicking it away from her. 

She again ran her hands up her body, slowly, caressingly, the music taking 
hold of her and making her body move. Her top button was open of course. She 
deftly popped the second, looking at the manager as her tongue licked slowly 
across her bottom lip. She turned, her finger popping the third button, then 
pulling the material apart, revealing the curving cleft of her cleavage. 

She popped the fourth and fifth and sixth, down to the waistband of her 
pants. She turned in place, swaying and undulating her body, pulling the 
shirt open a few inches, then pulled it up and off, again leaving her hands 
high above her head and throwing them back, arching her back as she tossed 
the shirt. 

Now in bra and jeans, she kicked her shoes off, put her left leg up on the 
manager's desk, and slowly caressed it, ending at her ankle. She slowly 
unrolled the sock, and tossed it into a corner. She backed up, danced some 
more, then repeated that with her right leg. Her hands popped the catch of 
her jeans and unzipped them, then she continued to dance, undulating her 
hips, shaking her ass from side to side and humping in and out. The loose 
pants slid slowly down over her hips, down her thighs and then down to pool 
at her ankles. 

She jumped up, leaving them behind, and continued to dance, her hands 
stroking her soft white flesh, sliding across her hips and buttocks and up 
over the hills of her breasts. 

She popped the catch of her bra, and covered her breasts with her forearms 
as she shrugged out of it and dropped it on the floor. She danced from side 
to side, her body flushing with excitement and arousal, most of the fear and 
embarrassment now gone in the lust. 

She opened her arms, raising them together high above her head, arching her 
back as her hips swayed from side to side. Her hands slipped slowly down her 
body again, down to her hips, then back up to cup her firm round breasts. 

"Nice tits." Rob said. 

"I seen better." the black woman replied. 

Brooke squeezed them both, flicking her tongue out at the manger, then 
turning to flick it out at Rob, then at Jessie. She bent way over then, 
spreading her legs so the manager could see her pussy meat through the thin, 
almost invisible lace panties. 

She shook her ass at him, then rose, jerking her chest first left, then 
right, then left, then raising her arms high above again and jumping around. 
She slid her hands back down her sides and onto her hips, taking the panties 
with them as they slipped lower. 

Then she was bending forward, touching the floor, absolutely naked as the 
manager looked into her crotch. She raised, kicking off the panties and 
continued to hump and bump and grind her way from wall to wall, her torso 
writhing and swaying, her ass rolling and wagging. 

She popped a finger into her mouth, slowly sucking on it, letting it ease 
out from between her closed lips, then backed against a wall, rolling her 
head and pushing her crotch out, legs spread. She slid her finger down and 
ran it up her cunt slit, pressing lightly to bring it between her cuntlips. 

The manger looked more than interested, he looked excited, and happy. The 
bouncer had a bulge in his pants. Two of the women looked impassive, the 
third, Jessie, grinned smugly. 

Brooke turned, and placed her hands flat against the wall, then pushed her 
ass out, legs apart, as though she were being frisked. She wagged her ass 
from side to side at them, turning her head around to look teasingly over 
her shoulder. 

"You kin do that on a stage, you got a job, honey." The manager said. 

"Got me all hot." Rob grinned. 

"Okay, you kin all go." He turned to Brooke. 

"My names Sam. Yer name really Chris?" She hesitated. 

"If you want yer money on a check, you better gimmie your real name." 

"Uh, I hadn't thought about that." 

He looked at her shrewdly. "Come here." he said. 

She was extremely aware of her own nudity now that she had stopped dancing, 
but she was also intensely aware of just how incredibly hot she was too. She 
moved around the desk towards him. 

"You're a college girl, ain't you?" 

She blinked in surprise and he laughed. 

"You think yer the first one that thought stripping would be a good way to 
put herself through school. Forget it. We've had lots." His eyes slid up and 
down her nude body and his hand reached forward and fondled her buttocks as 
she stood beside his chair. 

"Hey!" she complained, startled. 

"You got a real nice fuckin' body, Chris, or whatever your name is. Yes sir, 
real nice fuckin' body." His hand slid down beneath her buttocks and cupped 
her cunt mound squeezing upward, hard. She gasped, grabbing the chair for 
support, her legs spreading apart. "S... stop!" she panted. 

"Thought you looked like you were getting off on it. We get a few of them 
too." The tips of his fingers pushed up into her cleft, one in particular 
sliding up inside her cunt chute. She tried to jerk away but her grabbed her 
wrist in a vice like grip and held her in place, grinning as he rubbed and 
squeezed at her pussy with his free hand. 

She closed her eyes, arching back and swaying slightly as his hand rubbed 
back and forth over her cunt mound. She was already powerfully aroused and 
the kneading of his fingers made her overheated cunt sizzle with delight. 
She pushed her ass back at him, humping down onto his hand and fingers. 

He chuckled deep in his throat, rubbing harder, squeezing her roughly, his 
hand squashing her cunt mound upwards, mashing and crushing her clitty 
within her own tight pink folds of skin. He shoved his index finger knuckle 
deep in her slit tube and wiggled it around, prodding from side to side. 

The door opened and Jessie came in. She stopped as she saw what was going 
on, sniffing in disdain. 

"Lookit' this hot little slut, Jessie." the manager cackled, pumping his 
fingers hard. 

"I see her." 

"Ain't she somethin'?" Jessie merely folded her arms, not looking impressed 
at all. 

Brooke gave a low moan, and began to pump her ass back with short, hurried 
humps, her back arching even more. Her mind was too overloaded with sexual 
pleasure to care that she was being watched, or to care what the other woman 
would think of her after this. Little grunts came from her mouth as she 
came, shaking and wobbling weakly. Her right hand squeezed her breasts as 
she came, shaking and quivering madly. 

The manager laughed harder, abandoning his grip on her wrist and instead 
grabbing a thick handful of brown hair, jerking back hard on it to arch her 
back, jamming her even harder down onto his pumping hand. She yowled and 
quivered, grunting like a pig as she came and came. 

He pulled her down on his lap and kissed her hard, his left supporting her 
head, twisting it up at him. His right hand continued to pump away at her 
pussy as she let her legs spread wide and wriggled her ass cheeks down on 
his lap. 

He unzipped his pants and brought his pecker out, then shifted her around, 
hauling her right leg up and over him so she was straddling his loins, her 
breasts in his face. He sucked on one, then the other, fondling her ass 
cheeks with his hands. 

He was a big man, and the chair was high. As Brooke sat straddling his body, 
her legs hung in mid-air on either side of the armless chair, her toes just 
above the floor. 

"Are you gonna be all day with that whore?" Jessie demanded. "I wish!" 

"Sheeit." 

Brooke was in a high orbit of sexual arou unable to control herself. She 
bent down a grabbed his cock, pulling it up against her be rubbing it back 
and forth against her smooth, sil skin. Then he lifted her, pulling her 
forwards. She held onto the cock, positioning it beneath her as she 
straddled him, then he slowly eased her down onto it. 

"OHhhhhhhhhhhh!' she groaned, as it slid up into her belly. "Tight!" he 
breathed. "Nice'n tight." 

"Slut." Jessie sniffed. 

He bucked his ass up, bouncing her and slamming his cock up into her 
cuntbox. Brooke began to slowly raise and lower her cunt sheath on his thick 
erection. Sam helped her, his hands cupping and squeezing her buttocks as he 
pulled her up and down. His mouth was full of her tit meat, his tongue 
rasping all across the soft skin, paying particular attention to her 
nipples. 

She straightened her legs, bringing her feet down on the floor, then began 
to use more force and speed to fuck him. He jerked his pants downward, 
freeing more of his cock as she began to hump up and down on top of him. 
Soon her ass cheeks were slapping and rubbing against his thighs and their 
groans rent the air. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! OOOooooooooo! OOOOHhhhhhh!" she 
gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! FUuuucckkkk!" 

"Take it, bitch. Take my cock! Dirty whore! Slut bitch!" he cursed, lunging 
upwards, thrusting his cock up into her with powerful bucking humps as she 
bounced up and down. 

She came again, shoving his face into her tits as she mewled and whined and 
grunted in delight. Her ass cheeks bounced furiously, her cunt rising and 
falling on his hard gleaming member. Her spasming cunt gulped down wads of 
cum as Sam blew his cork, his cock spraying white jism up into the college 
girl's sucking cunt pit. 

Then he sighed, lifting her off him as if she weight nothing, dumping her 
back across the desk. Brooke's eyes fluttered, noting in passing that Rob 
had joined Jessie in the doorway. 

"Mister stud." Jessie taunted. 

"Hey, you want some, honey?" 

"Yeah, like you could do anything if I did." 

"I wouldn't mind some." Rob growled. 

"So take it, it's right there waitin' for you." Jessie laughed. 

Rob came forward as Brooke staggered to her feet. She pushed past him, her 
mind starting to clear and guilt and shame beginning to build up. 

"I gotta go." she gasped, grabbing for her clothes. 

"Give him some pussy." Jessie sneered. 

"I... I gotta go." she said again. 

Rob's hand slid up and cupped her ass cheeks and she jumped towards the 
door. 

"No! I... I gotta go." she gasped, grabbing her things in a pile, as if they 
would protect her. She backed away from Rob, who advanced, grinning Jessie 
closed the door and leaned against it, grinning. 

"L... leave me along." Brooke whispered. 

"Give ol Robbie a ride." Jessie laughed. 

Trying to hang on to what dignity she still possessed, Brooke turned and 
tried to push past the woman, but Jessie grabbed her by her long hair, 
twisting it hard. Brooke yelled and dropped her clothes as Jessie forced her 
head downward. 

Jessie pulled her head in between her thighs, and held her there, bent over, 
her ass pushing up towards Rob. She jerked and whined, but couldn't pull 
free from between Jessie's thighs. The woman grabbed her arms one by one and 
then held them together high up behind her back. 

"Give it to her, Robbie. Show her how a real man does it." 

Brooke whimpered as she felt hands pawing his buttocks. Then her thighs were 
forced open and a moment later a hard prick stabbed into her pussy She 
gasped in pain from the hard, forceful penetration, but her cunt was still 
well lubricated and Rob's prick slid in to the bottom. "Ahhhh." he gasped. 

"Pump her! Pump the little bitch!" Jessie sneered. 

"Gimmie a minute." Rob sighed. His hands slithered over her buttocks, then 
gripped her hips and began to hump into her. His strokes were hard and deep, 
and got harder with each passing second. His pelvis smashed into Brooke's 
upturned buttocks, knocking the brunette back and forth against Jessie. 

Jessie continued to press her thighs tightly against the sides of Brooke's 
head, laughing in delight as she watched Rob slam his boner into the girl's 
pussy. 

"Like that, college girl?" she sneered. "Bet you don't get that at your 
snooty school." 

"Harder! Fuck the crap out of the little bitch!" Rob pumped harder, his body 
slamming and pounding against Brooke's ass cheeks as he stabbed his cock 
into her crotch. He rutted faster and faster, his cock pistoning back and 
forth inside Brooke's belly. 

Brooke gasped and panted, her cunt burning around the blurring cockrod. Her 
belly churned and whirled with excitement, her fiery cunt tube sending hard, 
sizzling bolts of powerful ecstatic delight up and down her spine. 

She came, jerking and twisting against Jessie, grunting and moaning and 
shaking violently. 

"The little bitch is cumming!" Rob laughed. 

"Jesus, what a fuck wad. She's gonna be everyone's cunt, ain't she." 

Then Rob came, adding his cum juice to the rest of the syrup slopping about 
in the pit of Brooke's belly. He sighed in pleasure and pulled his cock out 
of her dripping cunt box. 

"Not bad. Nice n' tight anyway." 

Jessie flung Brooke backwards, the brunette landing on her ass on the floor. 
Then she and Rob left, laughing and joking together. 

* * * 

She returned to her dorm, trying to pretend that nothing strange was 
happening. She didn't know what had turned her on more, though. The 
stripping she'd done, or the hard fucking Sam and Rob had given her. She had 
always avoided any blow to her dignity before, yet what they had done to her 
had been the height of indignity and she loved it. 

Every time she thought about stripping up on the stage in front of a crowd 
of men her hands shook in fear and anxiety. How could she do such a whorish 
thing. Only the lowest sluts were strippers. 

But hadn't the manager said that some college girls nut themselves through 
school stripping? So? Obviously they were sluts too. She was in a desperate 
quandary. The idea of going up on the stage terrified her, but it also 
turned her crotch into a slimy stewy bubbling cauldron of desperate desire. 

She couldn't sleep that night. What if she was no good and they booed? What 
if someone she knew saw her? What if she couldn't do anything at all, just 
froze? Her head whirled with the possible disasters long into the night. 
Robin finally got home from a very late date but she pretended she was 
asleep. 

Robin undressed for bed, then turned off the light and got in naked, as she 
always did. Brooke admired her smooth white flesh in the moonlight, 
especially the roundness of those big, fat titties. Her mouth almost watered 
at the thought of sucking on them. She'd never sucked on anyone's tit, not 
since she was a baby anyway. 

She'd never gotten a chance to even feel the blonde woman's breasts, and 
would love to get her hands on Robin's. She didn't dare though, so she just 
pretended she was asleep, her mind gradually going back onto her problem 
with the stripping. 

What brought her out was a sound, a very soft sound. She opened her eyes and 
gazed across at Robin's bed. Robin's eyes were closed, she could see that, 
for though her own bed was in shadow, the moonlight was falling directly 
across Robin's bed. 

At first, she thought she'd imagined the sound, but then it came again, came 
from Robin. It was a soft little sigh of pleasure. Maybe, she thought, Robin 
was dreaming. Then her eyes caught the movement against the sheets. The back 
and forth movement of something moving in a repetitive manner. It was right 
over the small blonde girl's crotch, for Brooke could see the indentations 
her knees made. 

She swallowed in surprise, her own cunt suddenly beginning to steam. She 
could see that Robin's legs were wide apart, and that bulging hump against 
the sheets was moving up and down where Robin's cunt was. Robin was jerking 
off! She watched, transfixed. 

Another little sigh escaped Robin's lips, then a groan. The movement 
intensified, up and down, up and down, up and down against the girl's 
crotch. Then the blonde hissed and her back arched, shoving her fat titties 
against the sheet. 

She held her arched position for long seconds, then fell back to bed. The 
rubbing stopped and she gave a sigh of relief. Her eyes opened and Brooke's 
quickly shut tightly. Her body was electrified by sexual desire and she 
fought a powerful urge to leap out and jump onto the girl. 

But she knew what might happen if she did. She kept quiet and didn't move, 
save for a gentle pumping of her finger inside her wet cunt slit. She was in 
shadow after all, and on her side to boot. She knew Robin wouldn't be able 
to see her. 

She watched Robin, fantasizing about sucking her tits, biting her nipples. 
She thought about tying her to her bed and raping her with a hard dildo, of 
forcing her to suck her cunt dry. 

She pumped harder and harder, then came, gritting her teeth and mashing her 
face into the pillow to keep from making a sound. Her body shook and 
trembled with ecstasy as her cunt and belly blasted heat out through her 
frame. 

* * * 

She clutched her hands together as she looked towards the brightly lit 
fraternity house. She had almost as many misgivings about this as she did 
about stripping. Still, she knew very few people on campus, and almost, none 
outside the legal students and staff. 

She doubted whether anyone in this ramshackle place was taking law. They 
were mostly, from what she'd been able to find out, athletes here on 
scholarships and such. Most of them were in such difficult classes as 
physical education or arts. 

Few would graduate, so it was reasonably safe, providing they didn't find 
out who she was. They'd invited hundreds of women, most of them picked out 
of the student calender and guide book. If she used another name, they'd 
never bother to check, and likely wouldn't care. 

She made her way up the walk, and into the teeth of a howling musical 
pounding. She'd been hearing it since she got on this block, but now it was 
really loud. She knocked and rang the bell but nobody answered. Finally she 
just opened it and walked in. 

The place was packed, absolutely jam packed. There must have been a hundred 
and fifty people in the front room alone. There were a lot of girls here, 
too. That was both a relief and a disappointment. 

She picked up a cup and scooped some punch out of a bowl. She tasted it 
carefully. It didn't taste like it'd been spiked, but who could tell. She 
sure wasn't any expert, since she seldom drank. She moved around the room, 
quickly accepting an eager request to dance. 

The night and party wore on and she found herself having a good time, almost 
forgetting why she'd come here in the first place. She danced with a dozen 
more guys, though there was one very big blonde named Merle who was from 
Kansas or somewhere like that and was extremely boisterous. 

Merle was a tackle on the football team and had the broadest shoulders she'd 
ever seen in her life. It was amazing trying to dance with him. She wasn't a 
small woman but barely came up to his chest as he led her wildly around the 
floor during the close dances. 

He pawed her ass several times in a good natured fashion, and made several 
obscene jokes and innuendoes, none of it mean spirited. After a couple of 
hours she found herself kind of woozy. She realized that the punch was 
spiked, even if it hadn't tasted like it. 

That didn't bother her though. She wanted to get a little smashed. She 
wasn't here to be a good girl after all. She vaguely noticed that many of 
the party goers were gone, including most of the women. Then she went 
upstairs to go to bathroom. 

On her way out she found Merle waiting for her. He wrapped his big hairy 
arms around her and kissed her so deeply he almost knocked her off her feet. 
She gasped happily and laughed when she could finally breath, and before she 
knew what was happening, Merle had lifted her up in his arms and was 
carrying her down the hall. 

"Where we goin'?" she asked in a slurred voice. 

"My place, Chrissie. Don't worry. We're gonna have a ball." He laughed 
hilariously for some reason, then kicked a door open and carried her inside. 
The room was kind of empty, the only real furnishings being a few chairs and 
a big bed in the middle. 

"Shitty room." she muttered. 

"It's good for fuckin' though." he said, nuzzling hard into her throat. He 
set he down on the bed and fell on top of her, his hands roaming over her 
body. She spread her legs as he squeezed her through her jeans. 

She was wearing a peasant blouse, and he simply pulled it up and off, 
leaving her naked from the waist up. She stared down in surprise at naked 
breasts, then his face covered them. His mouth slurped and sucked while both 
his hands squeezed and fondled the twin mounds. 

She sighed and lay back, letting his big, thick ringers dig into her mammary 
meat, twisting and squeezing and mashing it around. His weight was heavy on 
her as he made free with her tits. She lay there half drunk, drinking in the 
heat coming from her breasts as the big man played with them. 

His fingers popped the catch at her jeans and pulled them quickly down, 
jerking hard and pulling her feet up into the air until they came free. She 
kicked her tennis shoes off and was completely naked. He growled in 
anticipation, pulling his T-shirt up and tossing it behind him, then jerking 
his pants down. 

She spread her legs as he moved onto her, holding his erection in his hand. 
Then he thrust down hard. She grunted as his cock pierced her cleft and 
drove down into her. He settled fully atop her, almost crushing her beneath 
his heavy weight. Thankfully, he soon propped his upper body up on his 
elbows and hands as he began to work his hard meat in and out of her box. 

Brooke sighed in pleasure, laying back and enjoying the hard fucking. Her 
body steamed sensuously, her cunt bubbling around his plunging cock. 

Still, something seemed to be missing. She just didn't know what. He kissed 
her hard, his face almost bruising in its desire. His cock rutted back and 
forth inside her belly as he almost bounced up and down on top of her. Then 
she saw a file of men coming into the room and her blood boiled with 
anticipation and carnal excitement. 

She was going to get royally fucked. She groaned loudly as they continued to 
file in, one after the other. What was her reputation going to be worth 
after this? A nagging part of her mind was still desperately concerned with 
maintaining her pride. 

"Wait." she gasped, pretending to fight against Merle, weakly pushing at him 
as if to shove him off. She stared at the grinning newcomers, her face a 
mask of partly real fear and concern. 

Merle grabbed her wrists and pushed them back above her, continuing to stab 
his loins down into her crotch. Soon her hands were gripped by others, 
pulled back to opposite corners of the bed so Merle could concentrate on his 
fucking. He bent and sucked on her nipple, his hands squeezing and kneading 
her mammary flesh as he pumped his big cock down into her. 

Brooke pulled against the hands holding her, but with no real hope, or even 
desire of success. Her loins were ready to blast a hot steaming trail of cum 
down her legs. Her excitement at being restrained and ogled by the other men 
dumped oil on the fires of her cunt box. 

Held down and RAPED! Rodded by a score of big, drunken men! Used as a sex 
toy, prodded and pulled and twisted about! Her mind blazed with exultation 
and her belly exploded, making her ass buck up and down and her legs flop 
and jerk and flail about below her. 

She grunted and gasped and whined, her body shaking and trembling and 
rocking in place. The surrounding men, mostly drunk, took her actions as 
crazed terror, laughing and joking as the girl apparently tried furiously to 
pull herself away. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Brooke Squealed in delight, her eyes closed tightly and her teeth clenched 
as her orgasming body was pounded by Merle's heavy weight. His big cock 
pumped back and forth inside her with frantic haste, then spewed out a hot 
gushing load of semen. Merle sighed and sat up. 

"She's a hot one, you guys." he laughed. 

"Nice fuckin body." someone said. 

"Nice tits." 

"Lookit those nipples!" 

"Lookit' the cunt!" 

"I'm next!" 

"Fuck you!" 

"I'm next guys." 

"Let me go." Brooke whined. 

"When we're done." Someone laughed, echoed by several others. Hands grabbed 
her ankles, pulling them down and apart, spreading her out as another guy 
got into bed, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed his crotch, pulling down 
his pants as he bent forward and dropped his weight on her. 

"Give it to her, Jackson!" 

"Fuck the little whore!" 

"Jam it up her cunt!" 

The guy above her was a black man. Brooke's cunt gave a spasm and her eyes 
blurred briefly. Then she felt his hard cock slam up her cunt and she gave a 
loud gasp of pain and pleasure, echoed by laughter from around the room. 

"She likes that big nigger cock!" 

"They all do, boy!" 

"Give it to her, man!" 

"Lookit that cunt spread for him!" 

"Rip her open!" 

Brooke felt the man's cock drive deep up into her belly. She whined and 
jerked and pulled against the hands holding her, her mind in seventh heaven 
as the cock began to batter away at her cervix. She whimpered and sobbed, 
her ass seeking to buck up to meet his furious strokes. His hand came around 
behind her head and bbed her hair, pulling it cruelly as he forced her ce 
back and up against his. His lips mashed against hers, locking tightly as 
his tongue forced its way into her oral cavity. His right hand mashed and 
kneaded the soft firm flesh of her titty, his fingers finding her nipple and 
pinching it viciously. 

She cried out in pain, pulling again on all four limbs, unable to free any 
of them, her legs were wide and her cunt open and Jackson pounded his meaty 
prong down into her with unrestrained violence. He reamed his cock up and 
down her silky pink tube, growling and cursing under his breath as his cock 
pulsed and throbbed inside her belly. 

After about two minutes of hard fucking, he came, his sperm shooting down 
into her womb. He climbed off and was immediately replaced by a third guy, 
this one also black. He thrust into her and began to fuck as violently as 
Jackson, catcalls echoing around him as he bounced and rutted into the 
spread-eagled girl. 

He came as well, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth guy got aboard 
her and began to pump. Brooke came, and came again, her body shuddering and 
her chest heaving as heat poured through her body. Her grunts and whines 
were taken as signs of protest or pain, certainly not of pleasure. 

The sixth guy poured his cum own her hole and a seventh knelt between her 
legs, then thrust into her. Another guy knelt at the head of the bed and 
jerked her head back by the hair. She grunted in pain and surprise as her 
head was worked way back and she found herself staring at a hard cock. 

"Suck this, whore!" the guy sneered, slapping her face with the hard erect 
organ. He pushed the cock head against her open mouth and drove it inside. 
She gurgled in sudden surprise, but began to suck his cock as he held her 
head between his strong hands. 

She sucked hungrily, revelling in her degradation, feeling slutty and cheap 
and whorish, grunting in happiness as she was fucked hard between the legs 
and in the mouth. Both guys were fucking into her with hard strokes, both 
jamming their cocks into her without restraint. 

The cock in her mouth forced its way into her throat and she swallowed it 
all. 

"Lookit her deep throat him!" 

"Fuck me!" 

"She will!" 

"Wow!" 

"Take it, baby! Take it!" 

"Give it to her, Mike!" 

"Swallow that meat, honey!" 

The crowd of men laughed and shouted obscenities, eager for their turn in 
the grinding, humping spectacle, watching avidly as the Mike's long cock 
fucked in and out of the brown haired beauty's mouth. 

Brooke felt the guy fucking her twat spray his seed into her, and another 
took his place. She sucked on the cock pumping in her throat, jerking 
against the hands holding her wrists as she sought to restrain his violent 
fucking motions. 

She couldn't breath with him in her throat and she couldn't signal him or 
push him back. Her head became dizzy as the cock continued to fuck back and 
forth inside her throat tube. 

"Hey asshole, she's turning' blue." someone warned. 

"Take it out of her throat for a minute." 

The cock slipped out of her throat and she gasped and panted in relief. The 
guy slipped the cockhead out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheeks 
and forehead for a minute, then pushed it back into her mouth and forced it 
back down her throat. 

Another guy took his place between her legs and began to pump his dick 
inside her hot, wet belly. Brooke came, jerking and thrashing wildly as she 
sucked both cocks into her body. The guy fucking her throat came, his gunk 
pouring down into her belly. 

He staggered back and another took his place. Cock after cock slipped 
between her lips at either end of her torso. Then the dazed, weary girl was 
thrown over onto her belly, her limbs again stretched wide and held open by 
eager hands. 

She felt a hard knob push against her anus and whimpered, then groaned as it 
thrust into her amid a chorus of cheers. The fuck tool jammed deep between 
her cheeks, rooting wildly in her anus. It bucked and humped, then finally 
managed to drive fully into her. 

The guy's balls were mashed in between her ass cheeks as he stuffed her ass 
full of cockmeat. There was a loud upsurge in laughter and obscene comments 
from the watching men. Another cock pushed against her lips as her head was 
pulled up and then drove into her mouth. 

She felt a heavy weight on her chest as the guy ass fucking her placed his 
hands on her to raise himself up, then began a steady, hard, deep fucking, 
his cock pistoning up and down her ass tube. He impaled her with his steely 
cock and then sent a slushing wad of cum down into her bowels. 

He groaned in relief and slowly climbed off, to be immediately replaced by 
another. Brooke concentrated briefly on the cock fucking her face, then she 
felt another cock pierce her asshole and thrust down into her rectum. 

A dozen more cocks raped her anus and mouth, then they shifted her onto her 
side and she was triply pierced three boys kneeling, one at her head, one in 
front of her cunt and one behind her ass. They rutted their cocks into her 
body amid a hail of cheering and laughter, grinding her between them as they 
all came off one by one. 

Three more took their place, then three more after that. Brooke came several 
more times, each one making her weaker than before, each one draining the 
life out of her. Her weary body was being repeatedly pummelled by hips, 
cocks, bellies, being roughly squeezed, fondled and molested by countless 
hands and fingers, and shoved prodded and twisted continuously. 

Cum filled her mouth, her throat and her belly, her cunt and anus were 
filled with syrupy semen. Her belly, ass cheeks, face, and chest were 
covered in wet or half dried gunk. 

She was placed on her hands and knees while more boys fucked her cunt, 
asshole and mouth, then she was pulled off and onto someone's lap, his cock 
up in her asshole. Another guy knelt in front of her, his cock sliding up 
and down her cleavage as the guy behind her squeezed her tired, sore titties 
together around it. 

The cock fucking her tits pushed upward against her mouth on each hard 
thrust and her head was shoved downward to meet it. The cock thrust into her 
mouth, sawing back and forth between her titties as the head popped back and 
forth in her mouth. 

The guy behind her bucked and bounced up and down, his fuck-spike reaming 
out her anus as he laughed and giggled along with the others. Then the guy 
fucking her tits came, spewing more gobs of white sperm into her cleavage 
and onto her face. 

Another guy took his place, rutting into her tit meat and her mouth. He 
sawed his cock in and out for long minutes, then pulled his cock away, 
fisting and squeezing it as he held the head inches from her face, his sperm 
sprayed out into her face, showering her from forehead to chin with its hot, 
simmering juice. 

Wads of cum poured into her asshole as the guy behind her came too, then she 
was lifted off him, dragged upright, then held by many hands. They turned 
her horizontally, holding her in mid-air as someone stepped between her legs 
and lunged into her. 

He jammed his cock into the depths of her box, then held still as the hands 
holding her jerked her back and forth against his cock, he came inside her, 
as did another, and another, and another. Then she was being carried down 
the hallway, and then down the stairs, the guys laughing and joking and 
chanting an obscene song. She was raised high into the air, hands supporting 
her from beneath as they paraded her around what was left of the party. 

Brooke caught startled but appreciative looks from some of the guys, other 
looks, some angry, some amused, some envied from the few girls. They carried 
her out the back door and dropped her on the grass, where she landed hard 
and sprawled semiconscious. 

A dozen or more gathered around her, holding their cocks. She could barely 
even see, her eyelids coated with sticky cum. A stream of liquid sprayed out 
onto her belly, followed by a second, then a third. 

One stream splattered against her face and she smelled the acrid scent of 
urine. More streams splashed against her tits and cunt and face as she 
raised her trembling, shaking hands, trying to ward off the smelly, foul 
tasting stuff. 

She whined and whimpered, twisting and turning, trying to escape the streams 
hitting her from all directions. It was no use, for streams of piss hit her 
everywhere. One guy grabbed her piss soaked hair and pulled her head back, 
then three separate streams of piss splashed continuously into her face as 
he held her in place. 

Pissing on the bedraggled girl excited the young men to an incredible 
degree, and most had no sooner emptied their beer swollen bladders than 
gotten hard-ons again. They pumped their fists on their erections and as 
more and more guys took their turns spraying her with their piss, spurting 
wads of white semen joined them. 

Brooke woke some hours later. She had no idea what time it was. She was in a 
garbage can, her ass hanging free down inside as the edge cut into the backs 
of her knees and her armpits. She raised her exhausted head and looked 
around, trying to piece together where she was and what had happened. 

After numerous attempts, she managed to get out of the garbage can, but only 
by overbalancing the can and making it fall on its side. She crawled out and 
lay on her belly on the grass for some time, then, very slowly, utterly 
exhausted, she gathered up her clothes, which were lying beside the garbage 
can, dressed and staggered down the street to her car. 

She made it home in one piece, somehow. She must have driven by pure 
instincts for very little of her mind was present to guide her. She made it 
upstairs too, only falling a few times, then staggered into the bathroom, 
stripped, and fell into the shower. 

Hot water poured down onto her for long, long minutes, washing off the 
crusted cum and taking away most of the acrid urine scent. She turned the 
water to cold, gasping as the water sent a shock through her system. It woke 
her up a little, though. 

She stepped out of the shower, gathered her smelly clothes and, dripping 
water, padded down the hall to her room. She dumped her clothes into the 
garbage chute, then quietly opened her door and went inside. Robin was 
asleep luckily. She grabbed her robe, towel, shampoo and soap, and went back 
to the bathroom. 

She soaped up and washed off, then repeated that three more times, scouring 
half her skin away in the process. She finally was satisfied and staggered 
out of the shower, dried herself, and made her way back to her room. 

Once there, she dumped her things and crawled naked into bed, falling asleep 
instantly. Long into the night, her dreams were filled with lewd carnal 
images of naked flesh and hard bulging erections, of white streams of cum 
and hard mind numbing orgasms. 

* * * 

She lay in bed for much of the next morning, thinking about what had passed. 
Her reputation might be irretrievably lost, yet still her loins pulsed with 
heat when she recalled the hard sexual mauling she'd received. She had to 
fight down an urge to go over again and experience a repeat. 

Her eyes shone with wonder at the orgasmic peaks she had reached, at the 
penultimate release of body and soul, of the freeing of all earthly 
inhibitions, the freedom to indulge her body's lusts and desires without 
shame or hesitation. 

She felt every inch of her body bursting with life, no matter the bruises 
and aches. She felt like she was glowing with happiness and sensual beauty. 
She didn't even think about her studies, her mind instead consumed with 
thoughts of bodily lusts and pleasures. 

As if in a dream, she got out of bed and dressed, whispering to herself as 
she thought about the performance she had put on the night before, and the 
one she would put on tonight. She breezed out the door and down the hall, 
whistling a glad tune. 

She drove a few blocks down the street and stopped, getting out and going 
into the sex shop. The hard faced blonde was behind the counter. The store 
was empty and she was reading a book. She looked up as Brooke entered, her 
eyes opening with surprise. 

Brooke went around the counter and kissed the woman on the lips, meeting a 
slight hesitation, then growing passion. The woman's hands slid up onto her 
breasts, squeezing them hard as their lips melted together. 

"What's your name?" Brooke gasped, breathlessly. 

"Anne. You can call me Mistress Anne." the women said, her voice hard and 
deep, her eyes narrow and hungry. 

"I'm a dirty little slut." Brooke sighed. 

"I know." Mistress Anne gripped her upper arm and led her back through the 
curtain. The old man was sitting there reading a paper. Anne nodded her head 
towards the front and he nodded in return, standing up and going out. 

Brooke was wearing a pair of knee high boots and a trench coat, and nothing 
else. She took off the coat and let it fall behind her, her breathing harsh 
and her eyes bright and wide. Anne's eyes narrowed and her lips turned 
upward in an appreciative grin. 

She grabbed Brooke in a tight embrace, mashing her lips down against the 
brunette's as she pushed her hard against a wall. She gripped Brooke's left 
thigh, lifting her legs, shoving it back against the wall as she ground her 
pelvis into Brooke's crotch. Then she pulled back, pulling Brooke after her, 
going up a narrow flight of wooden stairs. 

The emerged in a small dark hallway and Anne pulled her along and into a 
room. Brooke looked around the room curiously. It looked pretty much like a 
normal room, with some dressers and a bed and a few chairs. 

Anne gripped her by the hair, jerking her head back. Brooke whined in pain, 
reaching back, but Anne slapped her hands away, then shoved her against a 
wall. She jammed her shoulder into Brooke's back, holding her in place, then 
fished inside a drawer of a nearby dresser and pulled out a pair of 
handcuffs. 

She clicked them around Brooke's wrists, holding them together at the small 
of her back, then she pulled her away from the wall, twisting her around and 
shoving her down on her knees on the floor before a recliner. 

Anne took off her top and shoes, leaving on the tiny leather skirt, and then 
stepped into a pair of long, spike heeled boots. Then she put her leather 
vest on again next to her skin. She donned a pair of long, shiny leather 
gloves that extended to her elbows, and flexed her fingers. 

She turned and fished in a dresser drawer and came out with what looked like 
a length of chain. She came over to Brooke and fastened a loop around 
Brooke's throat and the brunette recognized it as a choke chain, something 
used on large dogs. Her pussy burned with anticipation. 

Anne grinned tauntingly, then sat on the recliner, looking down at Brooke. 
In her right hand she held the leash, in her left... a riding crop. Again, 
Brooke's cunt gave a hard flare-up of heat and her guts twisted. 

"Dirty cunt." Anne sneered. 

"Yes, Mistress Anne." Brooke sighed. 

"Filthy piece of shit." 

Brooke bowed her head. 

"Have you been fucked hard lately, little slave?" 

"Yes, Mistress Anne." 

"Really? When?" 

"Last night, Mistress Anne." 

"How many times?" 

"I don't know, Mistress Anne." 

"You don't know? Why not?" 

"There were so many of them." 

Then she had to tell Anne all about last night. She described the multiple 
cocks stuffed into her mouth and cunt and asshole, while the hard faced 
blonde woman sat back and rubbed her pussy, listening intently. When she got 
to the part about being sprayed with piss and cum, Anne pulled her skirt off 
and spread her legs, lifting them up onto the arms of the chair. 

"That's just what you deserve, whore. Maybe I'll piss on you myself. Would 
you like that?" 

"I'll do anything you want, Mistress Anne." 

Anne jerked on the collar, tightening the chain around the girl's throat so 
she couldn't breath. Anne held the chain up, nearly strangling the brunette. 

"I didn't ask you that, slut girl. I asked if you'd like me to piss on you." 

"Yes Mistress." Brooke gurgled. 

"Then maybe if you're good, I will. Now lick my pussy, and do a good job." 

Brooke leaned forward, bringing her face in against the blonde woman's cunt, 
then began to excitedly tongue her slit, running her oral organ up and down 
the slit, pushing as deeply as it would go, sliding up to the top and 
working against the clitty. 

Anne pulled her pussy lips apart and Brooke rasped her tongue against the 
clit, lapping like a dog, then shoving her face in hard and rasping firmly 
against the little nub. Anne held the chain near Brooke's throat, tightening 
it now and then. 

She slid the end of the riding crop over Brooke's long, bare back, slapping 
just a little. Each slap sent a burst of sharp pain and even sharper 
excitement into the demented brunette, who responded by licking harder and 
harder. 

Anne arched her back, wiggling her ass on the chair, humping up against the 
pretty girl's face. Her legs were drawn up and spread wide, her feet jerking 
in mid-air. She slapped the crop down harder on Brooke's back, her feet 
bouncing hard each time the crop slapped against the white skin. 

Brooke groaned and gasped each time the crop landed, shoving her face harder 
still into the soft white flesh, mashing her face against Anne's crotch, 
shoving her nose into the slit, pushing her tongue deep into the sopping 
hole a she scooped out the older woman's love juices. 

Her wrists pulled hard at the cuffs and she twisted her head around, 
bringing pressure on the choke chain. Anne began to grunt and gasp in 
pleasure, humping her cunt up, grinding her loins into Brooke's face. She 
slapped the crop harder still on Brooke's back, bringing yelps of pain from 
the girl. 

Then she came, cum pouring down her slushy cunt and into Brooke's waiting 
mouth. Brooke lapped joyously, sucking in everything she could get at, then 
lapping her tongue all over Anne's crotch to get at the rest. Finally, she 
stuffed her tongue deep into the pink flesh, cleaning out Anne's cunt box. 

Anne watched her narrowly, jerking on the chain every now and again. "Dirty 
cunt. Filthy little dog bitch!" 

"Yes, Mistress Anne." 

"You're nothing but a cunt that walks, aren't you. You're a big piece of 
fuck meat." 

"Yes, Mistress Anne." 

Anne sat forward, gripping the girl's hair and jerking her against her, 
pulling her across her lap until her softly rounded buttocks stared up at 
her. She fondled the soft cheeks with her hand as the other held the long 
hair in a tight grip. 

"Nasty little girl." she hissed. She brought her hand up then slashed it 
down again, cracking her gloved palm against Brooke's ass cheeks. Brooke 
felt the sharp pain burn into her ass. She cried out, her legs jerking. 

Anne brought her hand down again, the soft leather making a loud CRACK! as 
it hit Brooke's ass cheek. Brooke yelped again as another burning stab of 
pain shot into her. She wept lightly, her body trembling as the hand cracked 
down again and again. 

Soon her entire ass was afire, yet the fire was a dull background throbbing, 
brought to screaming life each few seconds as another blow landed on the now 
very read ass cheeks. 

"Bad girls need to be spanked, don't they?" Anne growled. 

"Ye... yes... Mis... Mistress Anne." Brooke gasped as Anne jerked back on 
her hair. Anne slapped her hand down again, and Brooke's body again jerked 
in response. 

"You're lucky I'm being nice, little slave. If I used the riding crop you'd 
have a reason to scream." She slapped her hand down on the dark red flesh 
again. 

"Dirty whore!" she sneered. Brooke squealed as Anne stiffened two fingers 
and abruptly stabbed them deep into her cunt pit. She squirmed helplessly as 
Anne rubbed the fingers around inside her cunt pit, then pulled them back 
out and examined them. She held them down against Brooke's nose for her to 
see the coating of fuck butter. 

"Slutty little girl. Getting off on my spanking, eh? Maybe I should use the 
crop, or maybe a horse whip. That'd take the flesh off that hot little ass 
of yours." 

She shoved Brooke off her lap and the girl tumbled in a heap to the floor. 
Anne stood up then, pulling the chain and almost strangling the brunette as 
she pulled her across the floor. She hauled her up onto her knees, then 
pushed her spiked boot heel against her back and shoved her face down 
against the rug. 

"Raise that ass, girl!" she barked. "Spread those legs. That's it!" Brooked 
trembled and shook, anticipating the harsh cruel bite of the riding crop on 
her already sore, burning ass cheeks. 

Anne moved around behind her and she was afraid to raise her head and turn 
around. Then she felt the older woman kneel behind her. Something hard 
pushed against her buttery cunt opening, then thrust forward. 

She grunted as the thing, a thick round thing, slid deeper and deeper into 
her fuck hole. She sighed and closed her eyes as it filled her, driving to 
the very base of her fuck box and mashing hard against her cervix. 

"Like that, don't you, slave girl?" 

"Ye... yes, Mistress." Brooke groaned. 

She felt the hard dildo sliding back and forth inside her syrup filled cunt 
tunnel, and grunted as it thrust deep into her again. At its deepest, she 
felt Anne's crotch pressing against her ass cheeks and knew the woman was 
wearing one of those strap-on dildos she'd seen out in the store. 

"I just love fucking slutty little slave girls." Anne growled, thrusting 
hard and fast. 

Her globed hands roughly fondled Brooke's sore ass cheeks, then slid along 
her side, stroking and massaging the flesh of her lower, then upper back, 
then moving around to gently stroke the sides of her breasts. She pumped the 
dildo steadily, grunting in time with the hard thumping blows of the dildo's 
head against Brooke's cervix. 

Her hands then slid beneath Brooke's breasts and squeezed harshly, her 
fingers mashing deeply into the soft meat. Brooke groaned, her titties still 
sore from their harsh treatment the other day. Anne crushed the mammaries 
still harder, the leather flicking painfully across the sharp little 
nipples. 

Brooke broke into tears, deep gut wrenching sobs racking her body, then she 
came, her ass bucking back against Anne's thrusting dildo. She gasped and 
grunted and wept, tears pouring down her cheeks as fuck honey bubbled out of 
her twat slit. 

Anne jerked back on the choke chain, half strangling her as she pulled the 
girl's head off the floor, then back against her. She shoved forward on 
Brooke's back at the same time as she pulled the chain, bowing the slender 
back like a reed. 

Brooke kept cumming, her body shuddering under a massive onslaught of 
ecstatic hammer blows of pleasure. The hard dildo was pistoning in and out 
of her slit as Anne's hips slapped against her sore ass cheeks. Her head 
swam as the air was choked out of her, and the orgasm seemed to swell and 
grow, bursting over her to consume her like a fire burst devouring paper. 

Then Anne dropped the leash and she fell back to the floor gasping and 
shaking, her chest heaving as she fought for breath. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

After such a hard, even brutal fucking, most women would have been content 
to lie down and rest for some time to come, not Brooke. Her bubbling cunt 
pot still pulsed with need, as it had steadily for long days now. 

She eagerly hurried across town to the strip club, arriving breathless and 
excited, her nipples hard, breasts swollen and cunt sizzling. She knocked on 
the back door as she'd been told and Rob answered, looking down at her with 
a smirk. 

"Well, well, well. Ready for your first live performance?" In reply, Brooke 
opened her coat and gave him an eyeful. He grinned and then laughed openly, 
hauling her inside and closing the door behind her. 

"You really are a hot little cunt aren't you?" he grinned. 

"Wanna fuck me?" 

"Sheeiiiit!" he laughed. He pushed her face against the wall, sliding the 
coat aside. Brooke pushed out her ass, assuming the frisk position, then she 
grunted and gave a sigh of pleasure as she felt his prick slide up into her 
cunt tunnel. 

He drove his cock into her with hard thrusts, driving her to a hard shaking 
cum within seconds and pouring his own sperm up her hole within two minutes. 
He pulled out, slapped her on the ass and shoved her along the hall to where 
the dancers changing room was. 

Jessie was already inside, wearing a G-string and a pair of tassels with 
propellers on them. There was a tall redhead she hadn't seen before, she was 
putting on a green silky outfit. Jessie eyed her with barely concealed 
disgust, pointing at a far table. 

"Your shit is over there. Hurry up, you go on in ten minutes." 

Brooke went over to the table and found the plaid skirt, knee socks, flat 
black shoes, white shirt and school jacket that Sam had said would go 
perfectly with her act. He didn't want her to wear the silky things the 
others wore, saying he wanted her to do the same strip she'd done in the 
office. 

Even the underwear was more modest, a white string bikini and white bra, no 
lace, and no see through. She was supposed to be a teenage schoolgirl. She 
took off her coat and slipped out of her boots as Jessie watched. 

"You didn't wear anything here?" Jessie demanded. "Uh uh." 

"Why the fuck not?" 

"Didn't want to." 

"Fuck what a weird little cunt you are." 

"Want me to lick you?" 

"No. I don't want you to lick me. Fuck me, what a little hot assed twat. I 
bet you'd fuck anyone who asked, wouldn't you?" Brooke thought for a second, 
then nodded. Jessie turned away in disgust.. Ten minutes later she was at 
the edge of the stage. 

Jessie introduced her as Sally the schoolgirl and she slipped out onto the 
stage. She hesitated briefly. She really couldn't see anybody out there, 
just dark outlines. The light on her blocked everything else. She began to 
skip around, then started dancing and stripping. Her hands slid up and down 
her body as she looked back into the near invisible audience with coy eyes. 
She repeated her performance of the other day, only went just a bit further. 

They were so appreciative, filling the air with whistles and yells as she 
stripped to her skin and began to cavort, that her pussy began to quiver and 
steam in response. She felt incredibly turned on by the knowledge that the 
room was packed with men lusting after her naked body. 

She wagged her ass and shook her tits at them just like the other girls had 
done, but then the caressing became harsher, less of an act and more of a 
performance. She squeezed her breasts, mashing the rounded meat. She pulled 
on her nipples, twisting them and distending her round titties. 

Her hands slid up and down her belly and in between her legs, her finger 
sliding up and down over her clit as she gasped and panted excitedly. Her 
legs slid apart and she dropped to squat on the edge of the stage, two 
fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt pit, driving deep each time as the 
delighted men watched. 

Her groans and moans overcame the sound system as she arched her back and 
then fell back onto the stage. Her knees spread wide and she rammed her 
fingers in and out of her cunt, squealing and yelping in delight. Her ass 
squirmed on the stage and then humped up and down as she drove herself into 
a frenzied orgasm. 

That might have been bad enough if it had stopped there, but her dazed mind 
was filled with sex and more sex, with satisfying the burning in her loins. 

One of the props Sam had come up with for her was a skipping rope, that was 
to emphasize her being a schoolgirl. She had skipped out onto the stage, 
then tossed the skipping rope aside, and as chance would have it, one of the 
handles was right by her widely splayed right foot. 

The rope was a typical pink rubber thing, and the handles were thick bicycle 
handle things. She twisted on the stage, rolling over twice to grab the 
skipping rope, then jerked it against herself. 

As the enthralled audience watched, she began to fuck herself with one of 
the handles, stuffing it deep into her cunt as her ass bounced and squirmed 
on the stage. She pulled in the rest of the rope and then shoved the other 
handle up her asshole, pumping both of them in and out as she screamed with 
joy. 

Rob through back the first couple of guys that tried to climb onto the 
stage, but then he was overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Brooke was in a 
delirious state of sexual bliss when she felt the skipping rope ripped from 
her cunt and a hard male cock thrust into her. 

She grunted and moaned in happiness as a man fucked her, then another man, 
then another. A virtual riot broke out in the bar as men fought to get up 
onto the stage and fuck her. Cock after cock slammed into her cunt, into her 
asshole and down her throat. 

It was a repeat of the gang bang at the fraternity, only these men were more 
excited and more desperate, wanting to get their cocks into her before order 
was restored. Screams and yells rent the air. Tables crashed to the ground 
and chairs flew through the air. 

Men fought all around her as Brooke grunted like a sow, cumming over and 
over again as frantic bodies piled atop her and desperate cocks thrust into 
her. 

Sam had two choices for restoring order. He could call the police, which 
would likely get him charged with all manner of things, possibly including 
pimping, or lock the doors and wait until the customers wore themselves out. 

He opted for the latter, locking the bar doors and locking up the booze. As 
each man got his rocks off in the writhing brunette and stumbled back from 
the stage, Rob or Sam or one of the girls would grab him and force march him 
to the door, then chuck him out. 

It took an hour or so but finally the last of the crowd was shoved out the 
door and the dazed but happy would-be stripper, coated with sperm inside and 
out, was dragged down off the stage and out of the bar. Her coat was wrapped 
around her and she was tossed out the rear door of the bar and ordered never 
to return. 

She made her way home, reason slowly beginning to return to her. She drove 
and walked like an automaton, reaching campus by pure luck and her dorm room 
by instinct. 

She threw off her coat, kicked her boots into the closet and fell forward 
onto her bed, sobbing in despair. What was she going to do with herself? Was 
her life to be nothing but a constant round of cold, emotionless fucks by 
hard cruel people? 

Would she have to abandon her dream of being a lawyer and become a stripper 
instead, used by cheap men whenever they wanted?" 

"Brooke? Is something wrong?" She looked up as Robin came in the door, clad 
only in a towel. Her hair was wet and she was carrying a little package of 
shampoo and soap. She put them down and came over to sit on the bed next to 
Brooke. Her hand stroked through Brooke's long brown hair as she bent over. 

"Are you alright?" 

"No." Brooke whimpered. 

"Well, what's wrong?" 

Brooke blinked up at her in confusion, then abruptly pulled the towel away 
and pushed her face against Robin's left breasts, sucking hard on the big 
nipple. 

"Shit! Hey!" Robin yelped, shoving her back and standing up. 

"I'm sorry!" Brooke whimpered. 

"What the... What is with you? Are you on drugs or something?" 

"No." Brooke whispered. 

"Well, then. Why have you been acting so weird lately?" 

"I don't know. I... I... it's just that, oh I don't know what's been 
happening to me! I can't think! I can't study! All I can think about is sex, 
sex, sex." 

"Sounds like me." Robin grinned. 

"It's not like you! I mean ALL I can think about is sex, and I... I'm as, as 
horny as a bitch in heat! You wouldn't believe the things I've done in the 
last few days!" 

Then she began to pour her heart out to Robin, who sat back down on the bed 
to listen. Robin looked startled when she mentioned the sex shop, even more 
startled when she told her about Anne, and astonished when she mentioned the 
gang bang at the fraternity. 

"And the worst part is I loved every minute of it." Brooke whispered. "Even 
when they were peeing on me, I loved it." 

"Wow!" you must be incredibly hot!" 

Brooke nodded her head miserably. 

"And you've been hot for me all this time?" 

"Only in the last few days." she whispered. 

"Well, I don't know Brooke. I've been hot before, but after a good fuck I 
usually cool off." 

"I don't. I just get hotter." 

"Huh. Well, let's see." She dropped her towel and stared into Brooke's eyes. 
Brooke felt her cunt begin to steam at once. Then Robin leaned forward and 
their mouths kissed briefly. 

As if an explosion had occurred in her belly, Brooke threw her arms around 
Robin, dragged her down against her and started to suck ferociously, her 
lips sliding back and forth, her tongue pushing up into Robin's mouth. 

Robin struggled briefly, then let her take control. Brooke's mouth moved 
hungrily against Robin's face, her hands coming up and fondling those big 
rounded titties. Then she pulled Robin over more so the two were laying side 
by side, arms entwined. Her face pushed down against Robin's tits, mashing 
them hard, her hands squeezing the thick, gelatinous meat. 

Her tongue raced over the heavy mammaries, her lips kissing deeply, her 
mouth sucking hard. She sucked in each nipple, nibbled and suckled on it 
until it was steel hard, then kissed her way down Robin's belly and into her 
small golden tangle of pubic hairs. 

Robin groaned in pleasure as Brooke began to eat her out. She fondled her 
own breasts, squeezing them together, rolling her nipples between her thumb 
an forefinger and humping her ass upward. 

Brooke whimpered and whined excitedly as she ate Robin out. When Robin came, 
she slid a finger in between her own pussy lips, thrust it into her cunt and 
came herself, sucking down Robin's cunt juice. She kept licking, kept 
fingering the hard little clit, and Robin came again, then again. 

Finally, Robin pulled her up her body so she was laying on top of the young 
blonde. Robin's arms slid around her back, hugging her as their lips joined 
together. Then they moved down to cup her firm round ass cheeks as their 
loins rocked and mashed against each other. 

Robin turned her over and knelt between her legs. The instant her tongue 
touched Brooke's clit, the brunette screamed and bucked her ass up and down 
in a frenzied flurry of humping movements. Her arms and legs jerked 
spastically as she grunted and gasped and moaned in delirious bliss. 

After long seconds, she finally calmed down and Robin began to tongue her 
clit. It took less than thirty seconds to drive her gasping body into 
another gut wrenching orgasm. Robin rubbed away at her clitty as she came, 
then began eating once more. 

Brooke threw off a string of a dozen hard mind blowing cums in the next ten 
minutes, amazing Robin, who'd never seen the like before. Finally, she 
climbed up and lay down on her side facing the exhausted Brooke. They hugged 
each other tightly as they fell asleep. 

Robin woke some hours later to find a relaxed Brooke still in her arms, 
calmly sucking her nipple and sliding a thin finger in and out of her cunt 
slit. Her body was already heated up and she growled and rolled over onto 
the brunette, their tongues dancing together. 

She shifted around and dropped her cunt down onto an eager Brooke's mouth, 
then began to lick and suck on Brooke's clitty. Less than ten seconds later 
Brooke started bouncing up and down beneath her. She clutched the girl's ass 
cheeks and held on, sucking hard on the clitty as it buzzed beneath her. 

Brooke came again a minute later, then Robin exploded, sending waves of cunt 
honey pouring down into Brooke's waiting mouth. She brought Brooke to three 
more shaking, orgasmic convulsions, then tiredly shifted around again to lie 
next to her. 

Again they fell asleep, and again Robin awoke. This time she was on her 
back, her legs spread wide. Brooke was lapping quietly at her slit, and from 
the feel of it, had been for a while. Brooke grinned shyly, then giggled and 
began sucking more forcefully, thrusting a finger into her tight cunt and 
fucking her with it. 

Robin's exasperation was tempered by the heat in her quivering belly and 
before she could complain her back arched and she bounced on the bed, her 
fingers clawing at the sheets as orgasmic explosions tore through her body. 

Brooke crawled up alongside her as she lay gasping for breath, her face 
bright and happy. 

"I tried to let you sleep." She said, holding up the big black dildo she'd 
mentioned. 

"I used this, but I'm still hot." 

"Shit." Robin sighed, taking the big dildo from her and looking at it with 
wide eyes. She grinned evilly then and rolled over on top of Brooke, shoving 
her arms up above her head and holding them in place as she pushed the dildo 
against her slit and rammed it in. Brooke squealed with pleasure, bucking 
her ass upwards as the dildo sank down into the pit of her cunt box. 

Robin fucked her to three orgasms with the dildo, then they lay together 
hugging each other, while Brooke told her all the intimate details of her 
slutty actions with the other people. 

"You really liked having your hands tied up?" 

Brooke grinned and nodded. 

"Want me to do it?" 

"Would you?" 

They experimented with various types of bondage as they fucked all night 
long. Brooke's appetite really did seem insatiable, and Robin, more than a 
little turned on herself, was determined to plumb the depths of the girl's 
tormented mind. 

She tied her wrists behind her and fucked her with the dildo, making Brooke 
come four times, then she spanked her, making her cum twice. She had Brooke 
eat her out, cumming twice herself, then wrapped a long line of rope around 
Brooke's body, cutting it deeply into her breasts and thighs and pussy. 

Brooke came just by shimmying her thighs together. Robin led her around the 
floor on her hands and knees, tugging on a rope around her neck, and twisted 
her breasts hard, making Brooke scream into the gag she had stuffed in her 
mouth. 

All night long they sucked and licked and fingered and fucked, until Brooke 
finally collapsed of sheer exhaustion. When she awoke the next day they 
resumed their lesbian sex play, with Brooke acting the part of the little 
blonde's sex slave. 

Gradually her sexual flame diminished, though never went out. It was 
replaced in part by a deep love, respect and devotion to Robin. Under 
Robin's careful ministrations she gradually began to regain the assertive 
part of her nature and resume her studies. 

But she never recaptured the singular drive that had almost completely 
repressed her sex drive for so long, and she remained Robin's toy, her sex 
slave, feeling no degradation when she was with the blonde, performing 
whatever acts either of them was inspired to. 

She even made up the time she'd lost at school, keeping up her straight A 
average. Her love and devotion to Robin filled the emptiness in her life 
that had created the sexual monster which had briefly consumed her being. 

Now free of it, she rejoiced in her newfound freedom, beginning to really 
enjoy life for the first time in years. After some prodding from Robin, she 
even began dating again, and fucking men. Sometimes she and Robin would 
double date and have a mini orgy with their dates. 

Yet even so, every now and then, she thought back to those days of the gang 
bangs and strip teases and sluttish, wanton behaviour, and her pussy began 
to twitch in want. Then she'd seek out Robin, who would arrange with the 
guys from Delta Ki to make Brooke the guest at a private party. Sometimes 
she'd even join in. 

After all, they now knew what repressing her desires could lead to. 


THE END
