"Freshman Week Fun 5-6"( MF FF F-solo MF+ )[3/5] Hank was sill thinking about it two weeks later. The blow from Alison, them sex with Sandy out of fucking nowhere, Sarah. Jesus, Sarah. He had left after the "encounter" with Sandy; she had suggested he not stay around that night much longer, wryly laughing about how he had caused enough 'fucking trouble' that night. Ha. Ha. He had seen Sarah once coming across campus; she made a very noticeable and purposeful turn in the opposite direction just to avoid even a glance at him. he has respected her feelings and avoided her then and since. Thankfully, they ate in different dining halls across campus and the only class they shared was a huge Intro to Macro Economics lecture with nearly 250 students. He had seen Alison once since she had left to go and speak with his ex-girlfriend. She had dropped by his double for a chat a few days after things had blown over. They chatted; of course, Hank was naked at the time. Thankfully, his room draw luck had saddled him with an engineering student, and the guy only used the room every now and then to sleep. Hank thanked his luck because given what he and Alison had spent the night doing would have made Jason's Coke bottle thick glasses steam up. Through all the haze of the events of his first week at college, Hank had not really devoted himself fully to his classes. His mind kept racing onto Sarah's embarrassed face, Sandy's incredible tits, and Alison's amazing body. It was enough to drive him insane. But Pierson University had a reputation for strong academics, and after bombing the first two papers in his freshman anthropology seminar, he found himself in Dr. Kent's office explaining himself. Unfortunately, he was late for her office hours because he got out of chem lab late, so Dr. Kent suggested he return after dinner, as she usually was in her office from 7-10 PM. Hank sheepishly agreed; he was not quite accustomed to having to meet with teachers about poor grades. Hank quickly ate dinner alone in a corner booth and fretted about his predicament. Maybe he'd give Alison a ring later that night, just to see if Sarah was doing better, see if Alison could come over, or maybe Sandy could.... He tried to focus on what he was going to say to Dr. Kent. Dr. Mellinda Kent was one of the world's leading academics on cross-culture social practices, particularly rites of passage into adulthood. She wouldn't buy the old excuses for poor work in her class. If he wanted to major in anthropology, he needed to come up with something original or tell the truth outright. "Uhh, Dr. Kent, I just want to say that my papers haven't been great so far because I've been having some personal problems with a friend, well, actually, my ex-girlfriend" It sounded better in the dining hall booth. Dr. Kent pushed her glasses down her nose, dropped her gold pen, and said, "What?" Hank was scared now. "I was distracted, but I swear, I'll put it behind me and work harder. I really enjoy your class, and I may eve major in this department, so, please, give me a chance to write some really good papers for you." Dr. Kent pushed away from her desk and circled the desk. Hank gripped the sides of his chair and met her stern gaze. She was a tall woman, above average, maybe 5'11". She had long dirty blonde hair tied into a rope that dangled down the back of her white blouse. Her chest was already legendary in his seminar, for she wore colored bars under her white blouses accentuating what was an ample and surprisingly firm bosom for a woman of her age (33?). "You'll have to do better than that Mr. Mills to get a good grade in my class," she whispered. He felt the cold steel against his right wrist first. He did not realize what was happening until the other half of the cuff locked onto his left wrist and his hands were secured under the chair's seat behind his back. Hank had no leverage, and fear swelled from his stomach to his throat. However, Hank's penis did not register fear any different than pleasure, and sure enough his hard on began to rise in his jeans without any conscious control. "Dr. Kent, I--" he stammered. "No! I am Mellinda, your mistress, and you are my slave." She slapped his face and left a red sting on his cheek. "Slaves do not speak to their mistresses without permission. They do not do ANYTHING unless they are told. Are we in agreement?" Hank nodded. "Speak, slave!" she bellowed. Her hand slapped his other cheek, a little lighter this time. "Yes, ma'am." he suggested. Mellinda calmly straddled his legs and began to unbutton her blouse. Her heaving breasts were clad in an emerald green brassiere, just inches from his gaping mouth. Hank was still reeling from the speed of her transformation, but something primal in him responded to this treatment. His dick was saluting her audacity and she had to feel it through her knee high skirt and panties as she sat right above it. Hank leaned forward and attempted to lick her chest. She abruptly pulled away and pushed his shoulder back against the chair. "Did I say you could do that slave? Now you must be punished." she hissed. Slowly, she slipped off the bra, shaking it just a little as her breasts were freed completely. Then, while keeping his shoulders pushed against the back of the chair, she rubbed the twin mound against his forehead and his eyes. As hard as he tried, she had the leverage, and she was in control. All he could do was watch...and feel. After a few agonizing minutes that might as well have been hours, She slipped back off of him. Hank gushed out a breath of air. Mellinda stood in front of him and lightly pushed his wheeled chair into the center of her office. Then, to a tune he could imagine she was listening to in her head, she stripped off her skirt, her white half-slip, and stood in front of him clad only in her matching emerald green thong panties. She bent over with her hands toward her desk and waved her pearly-peach ass cheeks in his direction, looking under her armpit at his stupefied visage. Hank's wood was straining against his zipper now, but only she could free it. Mellinda, oblivious to his pain, finished her dance by throwing the panties, soaked with her female musk, onto his face with a perfect lob toss from her left big toe. "Now," she sneered with her fire engine red lips, "We ride the stud." When she pulled the riding crop out of her desk drawer, Hank knew just how serious she about the" riding" part. Her fingers were surgical in their precision. She undid the buttons of her shirt with her teeth as her hands unleashed his engorged monster from his jeans and boxers. His blue oxford had lipstick smears along its midline, and his white T-shirt underneath was removed with scissors, but Hank was too dazed to care. Hank's penis stood erect up to his belly button. Mellinda eyed it critically, noting things out loud in a disturbingly analytical fashion. "Maybe 7 inches erect...slight tilt to the right side, indicating right handed dominance...Tanner Stage 4 pubic hair...a fine European specimen." "God," Hank cried, "Don't just look at it" The pressure was getting to him. "Tsk, tsk," she whispered leaning down towards his crotch. At first he dreamed, he HOPED she would relieve him in some fashion. Instead, she plucked out one, two, three, four pubic hairs Hank felt each exquisite rip and nearly shot off each time. Pain, he thought, was now pleasure. It excited the shit out of him. Mellinda moved with a cat-like grace over him again. She lifted up his penis and inserted it into her wet, hairy pond. Leaning one hand on Hank and one on the desk, she pumped up and down several times then paused leading into a slow up and down pump. She continued like this a few minutes, until Hank felt like his sac was about to burst, then she unhilted his shaft, leaving just his red-purple knob inserted. Then, with agonizing control, she made slow circular motions with just his blood-gorged knob parting her slit. There were slight gugling noises as the knob slipped and pushed between her well-lubricated labia Hank thrust his head back so he was looking at the ceiling. This technique was tortuous and somehow, he was enjoying it more than anything else in the world. Dr. Kent must have witnessed some primitive cultural tribeswoman using this method on her sire. Western minds could not dream of something this exotic and potent. The slap from the riding crop stunned Hank. "Eyes on me, slave!" Hank's eyes grew wide. The slap was the breaking point. His penis began to leap as his nuts pumped his juices against gravity. But then, he felt a searing burning pull on his sac. Mellinda, sensing his imminent climax, had reached down and yanked his ball away from his body. His tests fought to return to their comfort zone, but they failed, and his orgasm with them. "AWWWWGHHHUUUUHHH" Hank exclaimed. "Slave will cum when he is asked," she said politely. Mellinda released her iron grip on his balls and threw her imposing frame onto him. She thrust her enormous (and only slightly sagging) breasts into his mouth and he licked her rosy red nipples eagerly. She thumped her full body up and down onto Hank with increasing fury. Her excited juices sprayed over his lower abdomen and thighs, soaking his jeans. His penis ached from the ferocity of the fucking, but he didn't care. "Ohhh, ride me, stud! YES! Fuck me, you young stallion. FUCK ME!" Her orgasm came first. She ocked her head back and forward for a few moments, the violence of her shaking undoing the thick braid down her back. She pushed his face into her cleavage while moaning, and Hank could not hold back his aborted load any longer. "UHHHHH! MUHHHLINDAAAAAAHHHH! I'M CUMMMMIN!" he cried. Mellinda leaned back against the desk and absorbed his spasms of cum. She pulled his slackening rod out for the last few dribbles. Hank's cum spit onto her silky pubic hair and dripped onto the rug below. Mellinda smeared the milky droplets like lotion onto her cunt lips, and then smeared her moistened fingers along Hank's lips. He sighed and nearly fainted in his chair. "Now, slave," she cooed. "If you can get hard in the next five minutes, you'll get an A for the semester." Without mercy or pause, she began pumping his flaccid rod. **** Chapter 6 **** Sarah was in definite disarray, or at least that's how she felt. All that crap with Sandy and the whole lesbian love thing that really didn't make any kind of sense yet was strangely really meaningful only combined with the confusion she was feeling about Hank's trysts and apparently continuing intimate relationship with HER OWN FUCKING ROOMMATE. And then there was last Saturday night, when she got really staggering drunk at this frat party that she had been talked into going to by the very same Hank-screwing Alison. Jesus Christ, that was ridiculous. The whole thing had started out more or less sedately for those kinds of things; some lame disco ball in the living room, which had been emptied of furniture and filled with about two hundred sweaty freshmen. They blasted Techno until about midnight, and then somebody got a hold of the CD player and stuck in some rap. It only got worse after that, although maybe the fact that she had downed TWO whole margaritas and a beer by that time had contributed to her bewildered state. Wandering upstairs, Sarah had stumbled around between bedrooms looking for someplace to pee, her bladder bursting underneath the tightness of her belt and jeans. They each had looked about the right size for a bathroom, even if she wasn't seeing clearly at the time. She counted five different sexual encounters that she stumbled across while searching. In one room the light from outside had illuminated the blurry shapes of a woman lying on a pile of crumpled laundry, naked from the waist down, drunkenly giggling with content as her lover held her legs on either side of his chest and pounded his penis deep into her. His grunts startled and excited Sarah, who felt the blood rush to her head and her knees begin to bend in ways they shouldn't. The girl on her back cried a little more loudly and stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, her saliva glistening in the faint yellow light. Sarah thought she could see her breasts jiggle even beneath her blouse. She must have big boobs, thought Sarah. Again the confusion. It almost made her stomach turn upside-down. How could she want both of them at once? She wished they were both naked suddenly, and then chastised herself for thinking in such a brazenly lustful way. Embarrassed, Sarah took a deep breath and quickly left the doorway. Down the hall on the same side a similar tiny-looking room from the outside turned into another bedroom, this one lit by a halogen lamp leaning in the corner behind the door. Damn, she needed to go! And all of these places looked alike before she virtually got inside them! Before she moved on, she heard not one, but two grunts from the room and was incredibly curious. She peered around the edge of the half-closed door and spied first one naked man, his back to her, and then another, facing her direction, both standing. Between them she could see the exposed whiteness of a back adorned by long blonde hair and a butt reared up against the groin of the second guy, who was fucking her slowly. Sarah gasped when she realized what the girl was doing. A smacking of lips and more groaning confirmed it. Bending over, the blonde was taking the first man in her mouth while the second one humped her lustily from behind. Despite the pain from her abdomen, Sarah's juices responded startingly to this new scene. She could feel the dampness growing in her panties, somehow sapping away the intensity of her need to pee. Her mouth got dry, and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. "Ohhhhh!" cried the girl, removing her mouth from the penis and shaking her hair so that it coiled off her back and down to the floor. "Do it. DO it!" She was breathing more heavily, and she lifted herself up from her bending position, her hand dropping noticeably down to her crotch. As she did so, the man behind her grunted and shifted into a sitting position, sinking to the floor as she moved up and then pivoted her ass down with his hidden dick stuck deep in her box. Sarah couldn't hear it herself, but her own breathing began to pick up and echo that of the girl's. She suddenly gasped, realizing what she was watching and turning around in the threshold. Looking back into the darkened hallway, she bit her lip and twisted it in indecision. Her crotch was moist, and her nipples tingled faintly, and now she could hear and feel that her breaths were deeper and more labored. Shaking with arousal, she closed her eyes and slid stealthily back to the door. Beyond it, she heard the girl mutter, "Come on, give it to me. OHHH!!" A squishing, wet sound broke through the sound of three people breathing for an instant, and then resided. "No," continued the blonde, more slowly, as if the words were becomind harder to form with each passing moment, "I m-meant you. C'mere." Sarah peered around the door again and saw that the second man had sat down completely now, and his hands gripped the girl's hips tightly, sawing her up and down on his shaft. The second man was putting his penis between the girl's breasts, which she held together for him. They weren't large, jiggly, fluid-filled boobs, thought Sarah, but they were attractive, especially when she pushed them together, as they would appear with an invisible bra. The nipples were light pink, barely distinguishable from the surrounding skin. As his penis slid into her cleavage, the guy groaned again and quickly started massaging her breasts with both hands, bending up and down with his knees while still standing, running his dick in and out of her cleavage slowly, rubbing her tits against his peter continuously. His dick wasn't exceptionally long, thought Sarah, but it had a funny curve to it that was new to her. It was unlike Hank's in most ways; that was the only other reference point she really had. Even Bobby back in highschool would never show her his penis, even though she had rubbed it through his pants and let him touch her breasts too. The sight of his butt moving up and down, clenching and unclenching as he moved his dick in and out, caused her heart to beat faster and the fluids to bubble out of her. She had the feeling of her jeans getting soaked through down there, even if she knew they couldn't be. Gasping, the girl began to mew and groan uncontrollably. Behind her, the second guy squeezed his eyes shut and stopped his movements suddenly. As if brutally disappointed and reproachful, the girl suddenly redoubled her pelvic efforts, lifting up and shoving herself back down onto his dick with incredible force, and then doing the motion all over again even harder. The second guy cried out. "UHH!" His eyes forced open and he suddenly doubled over, crushing his chin into her back as his orgasm jolted out of him. Groaned, the blonde continued her mad rush, furiously rubbing her own breasts and the first man's penis in front of her while she rode the jerking, shivering man beneath her. With a loud gasp, she suddenly stopped also, and Sarah could see all her muscles tighten. Quickly, her hands resumed their rubbing while her cunt spasmed, and she inhaled deeply. By now, Sarah saw a white ooze dripping out of her vagina, and she was clearly nearing the end of her own orgasm. The man behind her had stopped his contortions and slumped to the floor, his arms folding beneath his head as he reclined, his penis still entombed within his lover's slit. The only motion remaining was that of the first guy, who had grabbed both breasts of the girl roughly and was speeding up his pace. Sarah felt the warmth of her blood returning to her face, and a swell passed through her belly. She began to shiver, and she could feel her nipples tighten and shrink, sticking and pulling against the fabric of her bra. Breathing more calmly finally, she slipped away back into the hall, just in time to hear what was undoubtedly the first guy shoot off. He literally yelped a couple times, and the girl emitted a low shriek, obviously feeling the spray of his semen either in her face or on her chest. Maybe in her hair. The thought sent another shiver down her spine, and the suddenness of her need to urinate was incredible. Behind her, she could hear the contented sighs and heavy breathing of the threesome. Her need was incredible, and her arousal was almost an annoyance. After two more rooms of people having sex, she finally found the bathroom. Neither scene she interrupted could hold a candle to what she just experienced, however. In one a couple was just kissing and fondling, and in the second room she could only hear the sounds, it was so dark. The third door she tried was the bathroom, and she scurried inside, found the lightswitch, and locked the door. The place was filthy, but it had a commode. She flushed down somebody else's piss that had apparently been sitting for a long time, and she wiped off the seat with some toilet paper. In a millisecond she was on the toilet, and her urine virtually shot out of her, foaming and rolling in the water beneath her. She actually smiled and sighed an audible "AH!!" Never this much alcohol ever again. Ugh. Of course, a lot of people drink more than three drinks and they're OK, but it would take a while before she could get up to that level. Shit, she had only been at college a few weeks, and already she was trying to keep up with some of the upperclassmen she saw. Her stream ebbed and stopped, and Sarah tore off another piece of paper. She rubbed it over her place, and inadvertently hit her special spot too. Sarah shuddered. And then she rubbed it again, just a little, on purpose. She shivered, and her nipples got harder again. And the scene returned to her; they were all there, and she was riding up and down, up and back down again, and his penis slid back and forth in her cunt, and between her breasts, and his hands clamped tightly around her waist. She wondered how the penis must have felt in her hands, in her cleavage, rubbing roughly across her nipples, against her clit, through and all around the inside of her vagina, against the lips outside. She was rubbing quickly now, and her breasts swelled almost imperceptibly. Without knowing, she started to heave up and down on the seat, keeping her thighs touching while her body from groin up swelled up, then down, as her fingers/penis slid all around, in and out, back and forth, and focusing on her point of pleasure. She threw her head back in ecstasy, her eyes tightly closed and seeing nothing but the clenching butt muscles moving up and down with the thighs, the waist, and the shoulders. Her mouth fell open, and she sucked in a lungfull of air. The point was coming closer, increasing in intensity, and a deep warmth was building in her depths. She stopped, caught the wave, and rode it out, arching her back so severely that it popped. Exhaling an entire cloud of orgasm-laced euphoria, she removed her hand and laid it on her thigh, letting the blood course through her crotch and slowly return calm to her limbs as the pounding subsided. She had diddled in the fucking FRAT HOUSE, for God's sake! Sure, she had been drunk, but Jesus, what the hell? And she couldn't forget the picture of that triad, no matter what she thought of. Since Saturday she had masturbated twice more --- a pace she hadn't ever kept up --- and both times, she couldn't clear the image of the lovers from her head. Something had changed within her, that was sure. But what was it? She didn't think she was finding it out just lying in bed at night, rubbing her clit over and over until she exploded in silent, personal, formal joy. This wasn't anything new. No, there was something else. Something looming on the horizon. There had to be.