Higher Education

Hannah woke up, feeling relaxed and refreshed as the sun peaked through the window. She took a few moments to enjoy the early Saturday morning, content with laying in bed with her eyes closed for a bit as she didn’t have to rush to prepare for class. As the fog of sleep began to lift, a sense of confusion began to settle in. Why hadn’t her alarm gone off? Even on Saturdays she set one, as she didn’t want to waste her days sleeping in. She glanced over at the nightstand, and although her vision slightly clouded by the absence of her glasses, she was startled to realize no alarm clock could be found! Nor was the lamp which rested on it her own. And absent was the usually present stack of books she had been working through, for her pleasure reading.

She noticed a soft, warm presence pressing against her bare back. Another source of confusion as her senses began to emerge from her slumber. She was naked! Normally she went to bed in sweats and a t-shirt…

Hannah shook her head and squinted as she looked around the blurry surroundings. This was not her room! Her sopheric haze lifted and the memories of the previous night came rushing back in a vivid waterfall. The feeling of cocks stretching out and tongues lashing her holes, the taste of cock, pussy, sweat and cum, the wails of sexual pleasure and profane tirades all rushed into her mind in a rapid, lurid montage.

She couldn’t remember coming up this room and climbing to bed, but she surmised she had to be in the same house where the orgy had unfolded. If she had travelled a further distance, she’d have remembered it. She had fucked her brains out last night, but she hadn’t taken any drugs or drank anything alcoholic, so the gap in her memory was likely caused by exhaustion, not a blackout.

In the quiet stillness of this strange room, Hannah probed her own thoughts and feelings. She felt no regret or shame at her actions the previous night. She felt happy, even proud. She wanted it to happen again. Last night had changed her…she was a new, better Hannah now.

As Hannah mulled over these thoughts, more practical concerns began to emerge. Had she lost her glasses? Her phone? Her purse? Hannah reflected that yesterday, if she had woken up naked in a strange room without knowing where her most important belongings were, she’d be in a panic. Now, she was calmy assessing the situation, evaluating her surroundings and taking the strange circumstances in relative stride. Perhaps having been an eager participant in a debauched orgy lent a certain perspective which fostered a sense of serenity.

She sat up and scanned the unfamiliar nightstand. As she did, she looked back and saw that the warm, soft presence was an equally nude Jessica. The blonde rolled over and murmured small, quiet sounds as Hannah moved about, but otherwise remained asleep. On the nightstand, someone had neatly laid out her glasses, phone, purse, and even her hair scrunchie. “See?” She thought to herself. “Nothing to worry about.”

She reached for her phone to check the time, but the battery had died. She put her glasses on, trying to move gently so as not to disturb the sleeping Jessica, and studied the room further. Her cardigan neatly hung on a coat rack in the corner of a room. She recalled that most of her clothes, however, had been torn off in a prelude to last night’s fuck fest. Hannah considered that she’d need to figure out a way to get home with being arrested for indecent exposure, but figured she’d have time enough to find a solution to that problem. Perhaps Jessica would be of some help when she woke up. Hannah smirked as she recognized the change her mentality. She probably should have been at least annoyed that her clothes had been destroyed—but, well, it was kind of fun to be stripped naked in front of so many people.

A mirrored closet was to Hannah’s side of the bed. She studied herself in the mirror. Her make-up had been completely worn off, washed away by the sweat and sperm that had covered her face in the preceding hours. Her hair was a mess, framing her face and giving her an almost medusa-like appearance. She had expected her skin to bear the marks of last night’s activities, in which she had been manhandled and groped by so many, but it was pristine and pale, apparently having recovered in the night. However, flecks of dried, white residue covered her body, a souvenir of the many torrents of cum which had splattered across her body. She spread her legs a bit, to survey the aftermath of her christening as a black cock slut. Her unruly bush also harbored white flecks of dried residue, and was matted to her skin. But she saw that her pussy, which had surely been stretched into a gaping hole last night, had closed up into a tight, tiny slit. She was a little puzzled by this—she wasn’t sure how many gargantuan cocks had stuffed her last night, but it was certainly in the double digits. She thought this would have left more of a lasting mark.

Her meditations were interrupted by a rustling sound behind her. Jessica had woken up. She shook her head to chase away the last wisps of sleep and sat next to Hannah on the bed, also facing the mirror. “Good morning, sweetie!” she smiled. She placed her arm around her shoulder, and kissed her cheek, before looking into the mirror. She smiled widely at the image of the two of them, sitting side by, completely naked. Jessica had worn thicker makeup, and while much of it had worn off during the nights festivities, smeared vestiges remained. She shared Hannah’s wild unkempt hairstyle, and her skin was also adorned with gobs of dried semen. Hannah had definitely seen that Jessica’s cunt had been left gaping after being plundered by so many black cocks, but it closed up to a tight, pristine looking slit in the night.

“I’d say we look like two well-fucked whores!” Jess beamed. “Wouldn’t you?”

Hannah nodded faintly, and then looked down to the reflection of their tight holes and frowned.

Jess began to laugh. “A woman’s pussy is remarkably resilient! We push babies through those things! God, with how many black cocks I’ve taken in the past few years I’d hate to think what it’d look if it weren’t…You’re not disappointed are you?”

Hannah giggled. “No….I’m relieved actually. I was just surprised.”

“There are exercises you’ll want to do,” Jess told her. “I’ll send you a link. They’ll improve your fucking skill too…although from what I saw last night, you’re a natural born slut!”

Hannah beamed. “Last night was amazing…I never knew I could feel so wonderful…”

Jess grinned and placed both her hands on the redhead’s shoulders. “So you’re game to keep doing this?”

“Oh yes,” Hannah nodded confidently. “I am a black cock slut for life!”

Jess hugged her tightly at the declaration. She then reached down for her purse, which lay on the floor by the side of the bed.

“Selfies?” she asked. Hannah rolled her eyes a bit, but nodded her agreement, thinking some nude pictures with the woman who had taught her the joys of black cock sex would be more fun that the typical social media fodder.

Jess pressed the side of her face against Hannah’s so the too would fit in the same room. Hannah’s pussy tingled a little as she inhaled the musk rolling of Jessica’s body, a combination of faded perfume and sweat. Hannah realized her body likely had the same odor, and that a shower would be in order.

Jess held her phone up and snapped three photos of the naked pair. In the first, only Hannah and Jessica’s faces could be seen. Their hair was a mess, and so was Jess’ make up, but other than that, it looked like any picture two friends would take together. The second was zoomed out a bit more. It showed their bare shoulders and the very tops of the curves of their breasts. But it could’ve been taken at the beach, or the two could have been wearing tube tops (although anyone who had met Hannah before yesterday, without seeing her adventures of the previous night, would know that the girl would never wear such revealing attire).

The third photo displayed the entirety of their nude bodies. Hannah’s right breast rested against Jess’ left breast, and both girls sat with their legs open—not spread wide, but enough to expose their pussies.

Jess brought her phone down and tapped the screen a few times.

“I sent you copies. You can use one for when I call you! I’ll leave up to you which one though!”

“Thanks-I’ll decide later. My phone battery died,” Hannah explained.

“I have a charger if you want it!” Jessica offered.

“Honestly, I think it’d be nice to be without it for a couple hours. What time is it?”

“It’s not even eight yet-we have time to laze around.” Jessica answered.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck. “I could use a shower” she yawned.

“Through that door,” Jess gestured. “There’s plenty of body wash and fresh towels.”

Hannah gave Jess a quick squeeze and trotted off towards the shower. Jess licked her lips as she walked away, admiring her naked, perky ass and smiling at the thought it was now hers to play with. When Hannah was safely within the bathroom, she then opened her phone again and sent the raunchy selfies to Sarah.

Hannah smiled when she saw the large, spacious shower. She turned on the water and felt her muscles relax under the steady stream of hot liquid. Before long, she heard the shower door open and close. She turned to see Jess, smiling wickedly at her.

“It’ll be faster if we shower together,” Jess smiled. “Besides…I thought you could use some help!” She held up a safety razor and shaving gel, and glanced down at the bush which had been a source of Hannah’s embarrassment the previous night.

Hannah just smiled and nodded. Jess approached her, and got to work. Of course, she let her fingers stray over Hannah’s clit and brush against her pussy more than she needed, eliciting little squeaks of pleasure from the girl. After a few minutes Jess stepped back and gave a satisfied nod. “I left a little patch…boys are going to enjoy knowing you’re a natural redhead!”

The two girls then began to lather each other up and clean each other, paying particular attention to the most sensitive parts of their bodies. After they rinsed each other off, Jess placed her hands on Hannah’s shoulders, and gently pushed her to the surface of the spacious shower. Hannah knew what Jess wanted, and spread her legs, baring her pussy to Jess’ waiting mouth. Jess dived in, devouring Hannah’s pussy and sticking two of her fingers up Hannah’s asshole. Hannah didn’t last long under the dual assault, and in minutes was howling in orgasm. Jess looked up from between her legs, with a wide smile and glowing eyes.

Hannah took a few moments to catch her breath and then matched Jess’ gaze with an intense stare. “Turn around, slut!” She commanded. “I want to return the favor!”

“Ooooo…I like the assertiveness” Jess giggled as she swung around and bent in front of Hannah on her hands and knees. Hannah stuck three fingers up the blonde’s exposed cunt, and reached her thumb to play with her clitoris. Jessica emitted squeaks and gasps of pleasure at Hannah’s ministrations. Those modest squeaks and gasps turned into a startled but pleasured howl and her eyes bulged out as she felt Hannah’s tongue jam itself into her asshole! She turned to Hannah, whose face buried in her groin, but whose bright green eyes flashed their own wicked smile.

“God Hannah….you are such a fucking slut!” Jess moaned. Hannah nodded her agreement and stuck her tongue even deeper, causing waves of orgasmic pleasure to rip through Jess’ body. The blondes screams of delight were muffled when she collapsed, her face falling into the crook of her elbow.

Jess lay speechless. If this was Hannah on Day One of being a self-declared slut, she couldn’t wait to see what the future held!

After the two toweled each other dry, they ventured back into the bedroom.

“As delicious as your pussy is, it’s not very filling. I’m starved!” Jess announced.

“I could go some breakfast,” Hannah responded, unphased by the reference to their frolic in the shower.

“Good! Valerie is a great cook!”

“Valerie?” Hannah asked.

“She owns this house…” Jess paused and looked thoughtful. “Well, I guess her husband does, but she owns him! There’s always breakfast waiting for those who stayed over from one of these little soirees. Let’s go downstairs! You may get to meet some new people!”

Hannah glanced down at her nude body. She’d gotten over a lot of hangups in the past twelve hours, but was she ready to stroll around a stranger’s house completely nude.

Jessica giggled as she realized Hannah’s concern. “We’re really quite a casual group! It’s not like we have a dress code. If you want to put something on…well, most of your clothes got torn apart last night—the boys love to do that, especially with new girls, but I find the orgasms make up for it. But…we saved this!” She walked over to the corner of the room last night and held up the plain, conservative underwear that had seen been the source of Hannah’s embarrassment the previous night.

Hannah scrunched her face up in disapproval and shook her head. “God, those are absurd. Kind of a holdover of a part of my life that I think I’m done with.” Jess threw them to the side and nodded excitedly. “I always liked you Hannah…but I like you even more now!” She then walked over to a dresser and opened it, rummaging through it like it was her own. Hannah looked at Jess with askance. She was ready to embrace being a slut, but she thought this was a little presumptuous on Jessica’s part—fucking a roomful of strangers was one thing, rifling through another belongings, something else entirely!

After a few seconds Jess gave a satisfied nod and held up a tiny piece of fabric, no more than a black string really and tossed it to Hannah. Hannah held it up and realized that it was a thong. “I think this is a great look for the new you!” Jess said.

“I don’t disagree,” Hannah said thoughtfully. “But I don’t know how I feel about taking some random stranger’s underwear…”

“Oh! Of course not! We’re whores, not thieves.” Jess explained. “Valerie doesn’t actually live here—no one does. She just keeps it as a safe, comfortable space for our fuck fests. Why do you think there were so many couches in the living room? And anyone who wants can stay the night or crash here if they need to. Given how often our bull friends like to rip our outfits off, she also keeps the rooms stocked with spare clothes.”

“I see…” Hannah said thoughtfully. Whoever this Valerie was, she had to be very rich and very dedicated to the slut lifestyle. Still, if that’s how the woman wanted to spend her money, more power to her. Hannah slipped the tiny garment on, looking down and twisting her head to study herself. Well, she wasn’t naked, but the bottoms did more to frame her ass than cover it, and if Jess hadn’t just shaved her, her bush would be on full display. Hannah smiled. She was okay with that.

Jessica rummaged around in the drawer some more before she pulled out a similarly small wisp of fabric, but pink instead of black. “Let’s match! It’ll be fun to be twinsies!” She said, as she pulled the panties over her legs. She then took Hannah by the hand and guided her out the door. Hannah couldn’t help but admire the sway of Jessica’s hips and ass as she walked. A tiny string of pink separated her cheeks, but other than that, her was ass was on full display. Hannah felt a familiar tingling in her pussy, partly caused by the beautiful sight of Jessica’s exposed body, partly caused by her knowledge that she was similarly exposed.

Jess guided Hannah through a hallway she hadn’t seen the previous night, chattering away about nothing in particular. Hannah was quiet as she studied the surroundings and contemplated how quickly she’d had so much of her world changed. Casual fucking, Hannah was down for. Small talk, not so much.

Eventually, the two came to house’s kitchen. At the center of the room stood a large kitchen table. Many plates lay on the table, stacked high with generous portions of food. Sophie sat at the table, her hair tied up in a practical pony-tail, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and free of any make-up or jewelry. Her appearance would been conservative, except that the glasses and their hair tie were the only things she wore—she was otherwise completely nude. Two other woman, quite beautiful and older looking than college students but still well short of middle age, also sat at the table, and were also completely naked. The trio of naked woman were joined by two men. One looked like he was in mid-30s. With his unfashionable cargo shorts and plain t-shirt, pudgy build, unruly dark hair, and wire-framed glasses he looked a stereotypical nerd. The man sitting next to him was much older, and dressed in an expensive looking polo shirt, blazer, and slacks.

The three naked woman and the younger nerdy man all had generous plates of food in front of them and where chatting away happily. The older man stared down sullenly at a plate with a sliced melon on it, not joining the conversation.

At the oven, a woman in early middle age worked at multiple skillets. Her beauty was untouched by time or marred by a surgeon’s scalpel. She wore her dark blonde hair in a loose, domestic bun and wore only an apron. As the pair approached, she turned off the burners on the stove and turned towards the newcomers with a bright smile.

“Jessica!” she exclaimed! “You have perfect timing, I was just finishing up!” With that, she pulled off her apron and hung it up, leaving her completely naked. Hannah suddenly felt rather overdressed in her tiny thong.

The older woman strode towards the two, her smile growing wider as she looked at Hannah. She looked vaguely familiar, as did the older man picking at his melon and the two naked woman Hannah hadn’t yet met.

“And you must be Hannah! Sophie here has told me all about you! You are a beauty. I’m sorry I missed you last night. I heard you went to bed before I came down to join the rest of the group. I can’t say I blame you—I heard you took on a hell of a lot of cock for a girl at her first party, and you did it beautifully!” She extended her hand to Hannah, offering an introductory handshake.

Hannah blushed, more from the sudden onslaught of attention from a strange woman in such a domestic setting than the reference to her wanton debauchery of the prior night.

“You must be Valerie,” she smiled back. “Jessica mentioned you were a great cook, and that you hosted us. It’s very generous of you-thank you.” Hannah may have decided to throw away her sexual inhibitions, but she wasn’t going to throw away her manners!

“Oh yes, sorry I was excited to meet you I forgot to introduce myself! Valerie, Valerie Pensworth. Over at the table are my husband Archie, and my ******** Maura and stepdaughter Helen! I’m not sure if you’ve met Jerry Suffolk, he’s a dear friend and professor down at the college. I’m so pleased to be able to fund some of his research!”

Hannah raised her eyebrows in surprise at the introduction of the ******. Of course the Pensworths had enough money to buy a house just to be used for sex parties. But she didn’t realize they were also black cock sluts!

“Oh don’t look so surprised dear! Sophie and Jess are such wonderful girls, they’re so active in the school’s community and I’m so grateful to them for having got us more involved in student life!”

She then gestured towards the table. “Please, eat up! I do so love to cook, but my youngest just turned eighteen and she thinks she’s too grown up now to enjoy her mother’s food, and Archie here turns his nose up at food if it doesn’t come with Michelin stars! Being able to feed others is a real treat for me!”

Jess pulled up seat next to Sophie, and the two exchanged an amorous kiss. Hannah sat next to Helen, who gave her a friendly smile of acknowledgment. The group began chatting amiably about nothing in particular, from happenings at school, to their studies, to their latest streaming viewings. Jerry fit into the group as well as anyone, but Archie continued to pout and sulk. The ordinarily quiet Hannah found herself enjoying the company of this group, finding them to be intelligent and amusing company.

After several minutes of casual discussion, a strawberry blonde woman in her thirties entered the room. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and she wore nothing but a wedding ring with a tasteful diamond and a small gold cross, which hung between her bare breasts.

Hannah blinked and gulped a little when she realized that the naked woman who was joining the group of self-declared black cock sluts sitting around a breakfast table in a house of debauchery was her book club advisor, Professor Tracy Suffolk. She frowned a little when it became apparent that her anxiety hadn’t entirely disappeared. Hannah managed to resist the urge to squirm as she realized she was, at least, more modestly attired than the nude authority figure.

When Professor Suffolk reached the table, she immediately went to Jerry and gave him an affectionate kiss on the top of his head. She gently rested a hand on one of his shoulders as she surveyed the group sitting at the table. “Good morning, fellow whores!” she greeted energetically. Her eyes lit up when her gaze fell upon Hannah.

“Hannah!” She said excitedly, bouncing on her heels a bit and giving her exposed breasts a pleasant jiggle. “I heard you joined our little group last night! I’m so happy for you. I’ve been telling Sophie and Jess for months that you were one of us! Chloe wouldn’t stop raving about how well you eat pussy!”

Hannah felt a mix of awkwardness and pride—but mainly pride—at the revelation that a faculty member had apparently been part of a plan to bring her into this debauched world, and that her sexual prowess had been the subject of so much discussion in the past eight hours.

Professor Suffolk then wandered over to the counter to grab a plate. As she did, Hannah smiled as she admired the sway of her naked ass and realized that her relationship with the advisor and guide was likely to become much more involved.

Professor Suffolk then pulled up a seat next to Jerry. The couple held hands, fingers interlocked over the table, her wedding ring resting next to his wedding band. They frequently stole fond looks at each other, and, as the conversation went on, finished each other’s sentences and laughed at each other’s half-told jokes. Hannah noted these interactions with curiosity: Professor Suffolk seemed to be an enthusiastic part of this group of cock-crazed sluts, but she and her husband also appeared to be every bit the happily married couple still very much in love with another.

As the conversation continued, Chloe and DeShawn-- the giant whose gargantuan cock had given Hannah good cause to believe her pussy would be forever resized—strolled into the kitchen, hand in hand. Hannah was surprised to see the pair were fully clothed. To be sure, Chloe’s miniskirt and tight, low-cut crop top showed considerably more skin than was typical at book club. But she looked like a nun compared to the previous night. DeShawn wore a business like button down shirt and slacks and carried a bottle of wine.

The two approached the table. DeShawn spoke first. He approached the older woman who sat at the head of the table. “Valerie! I can’t stay for breakfast, but I wanted to thank you for hosting us last night.” He then presented her with the wine bottle. “I know this isn’t much, but your hospitality always means so much to us.”

Valerie stood and smiled warmly as she embraced him. “That’s so sweet of you! I truly appreciate it. But trust me, that monster cock of yours splitting my cunt open is all the thanks I need!”

As Valerie and DeShawn spoke, Chloe approached Hannah.

“Hey cutie,” she greeted. “So glad to see outside of book club. It’s important to be a well-rounded person!” She then rummaged around in her purse and pulled out a slip of paper. “Anne went home with Christine after you went to bed. But she asked me to give you this. I think she’s quite taken with you.”

“DeShawn! I just read your paper on differential field equations! Brilliant stuff!” Jerry turned to Hannah and explained “DeShawn here is quite the math prodigy. One of the best students I think the math department has seen in years.”

His wife chimed in: “And one of the biggest cocks and best fuckers this slut has seen in years!”

“You guys are too kind,” DeShawn said. “I’d love to stick around, but Chloe and I are supposed to meet up with some prospective students touring the school!”

“You two have fun with that!” Sophie giggled, a playful grin on her face. “Hope you find some promising new recruits!”

DeShawn placed his hand in the small of Chloe’s back and guided her towards the exit.

Maura sighed happily. “It’s so nice to see people making connections at these things.”

Jessica looked down at her phone and interjected “Hey, I’ve got to get Hannah here home…and take care of some other things. Catch you all later!”

She shot up and took Hannah by the hand, leading her back up to the room where the two had woken up. When the two arrived, she squinted at the nearly-nude Hannah with a thoughtful frown.

“I’m glad that you’re comfortable with your body now, sweetie,” she said. “But I don’t want you to get arrested!” She then marched into a walk-in closet in the room. Hannah heard the sound of rustling fabric and Jess muttering to herself, before the blonde emerged carrying two small pieces of black fabric.

“This will look cute on you,” she said, passing the items to Hannah before popping back into the closet.

Hannah held them up and wondered how such small pieces would fit, but shrugged and slipped them on. As she studied herself in the mirror, she had to give Jess some credit. The outfit was essentially a much skimpier version of the type of clothes that Hannah would normally wear. A tight, black low-cut crop top with cap sleeves left much of Hannah’s stomach, arms, and cleavage exposed. An equally tight and black micro-mini skirt threatened—or promised—to give anyone a show if Hannah moved too quickly or bent over the wrong way. Hannah grabbed the cardigan she had worn the previous night and scrutinized it contemplatively. She wrinkled her nose as in distaste, shrugged, and placed it in her purse, before pulling up the straps of her thong so they peeked over her skirt. This was a much sexier version of the mono-colored t-shirts and jeans she usually wore, but Jess hadn’t tried to force her into garish colors, and well…Hannah was now a much sexier version of Hannah.

Jessica emerged from the closet, wearing an even more revealing outfit than Hannah. Skin-tight denim shorts displayed her long, tan legs and left the bottom of her ass cheeks exposed to the open air. She matched it with a skin-tight, pink, halter top, barely more than a bikini, that cut off just below her breasts and whose thin straps left her back and breasts almost fully visible.

“It’s still early,” Jessica smiled. “I think I have a few hours before I need to get you home to Charlotte. Let’s enjoy our Saturday morning!”

Hannah rolled her eyes at the mention of her hectoring roommate, before feeling a tinge of guilt at having being so annoyed at her friend who only had her best interests in mind. Still, she wasn’t looking forward to her conservative friend’s nagging or judgmental looks. “Let’s go!” she replied eagerly.

The two climbed into Jess’ car. Hannah enjoyed the music playing on the radio and the feel of the cool morning breeze blowing through the rolled down windows. She smiled as she listened intently to Jess explain the structural similarities between the most recent book she had brought her to read and her favorite Czech film of the 1980s. Jess was so animated by the topic Hannah couldn’t really get a word in edgewise, but she enjoyed listening to the older girl’s intensity and insight into the esoteric topic.

Jessica parked in front of an expensive looking boutique. When Hannah looked at her quizzically, Jessica beamed and exclaimed “Girl’s shopping day! I think its time we got you a new wardrobe to match your new lease on life!”

“Oh….ummmm…thanks Jess.” Hannah stammered awkwardly. “But this places looks pretty pricey for a college student’s budget.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Jess responded. “Valerie owns it. You know how generous she is. She’s happy to outfit all the new sluts we bring in.”

Hannah giggled at that. “Well, I guess I did get some of my clothes wrecked last night, so you guys kind of owe me…and I don’t want to be embarrassed in such silly panties again!”

The two entered the store. Loud, trendy dance music and it was darkly lit. As Hannah’s eyes adjusted to the light, she saw that the clothes were tiny wisps and patches of fabric that would leave most of the wearer’s skin exposed, and tightly cling to their form. Hannah picked up a plaid skirt and dangled it in front of her face, giggling as she considered that most of the underwear she currently owned had more material. She wandered over to a rack of tops—she couldn’t bring herself to consider the tiny bits of fabric shirts—and thumbed through them, furrowing in her brow as she studied the various clips and straps designed to keep the various garments on a woman’s body while revealing as much skin as possible. She had to admit she was impressed by the ingenuity applied to the task.

“JESSICA!” An excited female voice cried out. A dark-haired woman in her mid-twenties with dark eyes came out from the back of the store. She wore a sheer, dark grey top which fell off her shoulders and left her stomach exposed, revealing a navel piercing of a black spade symbol, and a tight, dark skirt which fell several inches above her knees—short, but not nearly as short as Jess’ shorts. Her legs were clad in sheer, black stockings grey ballet flats which matched the rest of her outfit. The overall effect was that of a trendy art student—a slutty, trendy art student. Hannah wasn’t sure how the top stayed up with the girl’s smallish breasts, but then, she figured, there would be many mysteries about her new world to solve.

Jess and the new girl embraced. “You just came in to shop for yourself a few days ago…you must be here to outfit a new slut!”

Jess nodded enthusiastically and broke the embrace. She pulled Hannah by the arm and presented her to the newcomer with a smile.

“Mandy, meet Hannah! Hannah, meet Mandy!” Jess said cheerfully, standing by Hannah and holding her arms as if putting her on display.

The brunette eyed Hannah up and down appraisingly. “You are quite the beauty,” she said, as she walked towards and placed a hand on the side of her face. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at Hannah. “You look familiar…”

Out of Hannah’s sight, Jess lifted a finger to her lips, a silent gesture to caution Mandy to be discrete, and then explained, “Hannah is Sarah’s younger sister.”

Mandy’s eyes lit up and her lips curled into a smile. “Oh…Sarah! Such a sweet girl! We have…class together.”

Hannah raised an eyebrow at this. Mandy seemed a bit old to be taking upper level undergraduate courses…but then she remembered than Sarah had done well enough in school that she’d been granted entrance into some graduate seminars.

Mandy dropped her hand from Hannah’s face and walked behind the sales counter, coming back with a tape measure. On the store floor, she began taking Hannah’s measurements. Her hands lingered over Hannah’s breasts and ass as she worked—something Hannah rather enjoyed. After Mandy finished her measurements, Jess handed her phone. “I have a few pictures of Hannah…clothed…(she smirked at that) but our girl here isn’t really into social media. Think Sarah’s style, but with a lot more greys and blacks.”

Mandy nodded. “That should be enough for me to go by. Does she need accessories?”

“Yes please!” Jessica chirped.

Mandy took Hannah by the hand and guided her towards the shop. Jessica trotted behind them happily.

Mandy leaned into Hannah and spoke to her quietly. “You really are quite lovely. It looks like Jess bagged quite the catch with you.” She placed her hand on Hannah’s ass. “I bet you look quite sexy riding a giant black cock!”

“Believe me, she does!” Jess, who apparently had excellent hearing, declared from behind the pair.

Hannah smiled at the compliment, somewhat bashfully. She was proud of her sexual prowess, but she’d just met this girl! Still, she thought Mandy was sexy herself, and wouldn’t mind seeing her naked, sweaty, and getting ravaged by a monster dick.

The trio passed through a beaded curtain into a smaller, back section of the store. This part of the store displayed various contraptions and outlandish outfits in plastic, rubber, leather, and latex. Many of the items on display were complete mysteries to Hannah.

Her eyes glanced nervously at the contraptions displayed across the room. “Is this some ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ thing?” She asked Jessica. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.”

Jess shook her head. “No one in our group is going to tie you up, and don’t expect anything more intense than a firm smack on the ass. But…some of the outfits are fun.” She held up a leather bustier with holes in the chest; whoever wore it would leave their breasts entirely bare.

Hannah giggled and sheepishly looked away.

“Don’t scare the girl, Jess.” Mandy chastised.

“With what I saw her do last night, I think she’s fearless!” Jess retorted. “But, point taken. I guess this takes a while to get used to. Still, show her the toys!”

Mandy guided Hannah over to a display where various dildos and other items were shelved. Even before last night, she knew what a dildo was. But just twenty-four hours ago, she would have scoffed at the items on display here. Twenty-four hours ago, Hannah would have insisted that no penis was near that big, and no woman would actually enjoy something of that size. Now, she knew better…

Mandy showed Hannah the various other items, and patiently explained to her anal beads, butt plugs, ben wa balls, and Kegel exercises, with Jess chiming in with her own commentary and opinions on each of the items. Many of the dildos were striking not just because of their size, but their odd angles and designs. Mandy and Jess explained how the various items could be used to reach different parts of the body. Hannah oo-ed and ah-ed at the various devices, licking her lips in anticipation at getting more acquainted with them.

The next stage of the tour was tamer. Mandy showed Hannah a collection of jewelry which included various piercings, bracelets, and other items all decorated with black spade symbols, similar to Jessica and Sophie’s tattoos. Hannah was surprised to learn that some women wore bracelets on their ankles, but she found one of the items designed for that purpose—an anklet—to be quiet pretty.

“Some women even pierce their tongues and clits,” Jess explained. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval. “I think it’s in bad taste, though.”

“You? Taste?” Mandy asked incredulously.

Jessica ignored her and studied Hannah with a frown. “You’re almost twenty Hannah! I think it’s time we got those ears pierced…later, though.”

The trio walked to the front counter, where Mandy filled out some forms.

“Mandy here is quite the fashionista! For new girls, she checks out their style, takes their measurements, and picks out the first batch of slutwear for their new wardrobes. You sheltered girls can have a hard time picking things out for yourself on the first round.”

Mandy nodded and smiled “It’s my gift!”

“Slutwear.” Hannah liked the sound of that. But she was perplexed by the items surrounding her, so the arrangement made sense.

Jess poked Hannah’s side playfully. “This rookie got tuckered out by all the fucking she did last night and went to bed early. I, however, was pleasuring our black bull friends all night! I need a coffee.”

“Hey!” Hannah protested, laughter in her eyes and voice betraying the confrontational tone. “How long have you been a whore? Last night was my first time taking dozens of black cocks! I think I did pretty damn well for a rookie slut!”

“That you did…” Jessica nodded. “Fair enough, coffee for you too!”

Mandy pulled Hannah into a tight embrace before the pair left. “It was lovely to meet you…I hope we can play soon.”

****

The pair settled down into the same seats at the same on-campus coffee shop where, ages ago, Jessica had explained the joys of being a black cock slut to an incredulous Hannah.

“So…what do you think?” Jess asked.

“Think?” Hannah asked, a smirk playing across her face.

“You know…of last night, of everyone and everything.”

“I think I love getting stuffed full of black cock. I think I love fucking black bulls. I think I love eating fellow slut’s cunts…” Hannah intoned with dry humor.

Jess giggled. “That much is obvious! I mean what do you think of the rest of the group? Do you like them? Even when you’re not fucking them, I mean. I think it’s kind of important that people get along if they’re going to be spending a lot of time together.

Hannah paused to gather her thoughts. In just the past few hours, her world had changed. The way she looked at the world had changed. Whenever she passed an attractive woman, she wondered what she would like naked, sweaty, and getting pounded by black cock. Or how she would look, glancing up between Hannah’s legs, as she devoured her pussy. Whenever she saw a handsome man (black or otherwise, although ‘black’ and ‘handsome’ were increasingly becoming synonymous in her mind) she imagined what his cock would feel like pushing past her pussy lips and splitting her open.

She sighed and launched into a monologue.

“Some of the people I met last night I didn’t get to know beyond fucking them. I had people dump their loads inside me and I ate the pussies of people whose names I didn’t even catch. And that was hot as hell...

Terri and Chloe, I’ve known for a while. I liked both of them a lot. Getting fucked side by side with them and lezzing out with them…that’s only made me like them more.

Anne is wonderful. We became black cock sluts together. That will always be a bond. Even if we hadn’t, I think we’d be good friends.

Malcolm has been such a great friend to me. And you were right-the man knows how to fuck! It’s weird, but I just see that as making him an even better friend. I didn’t get with Lucas last night, and before last night he was kind of intimidating but he was so kind and caring last night, and now I see why you think he’s sexy as hell. I thought Jerome was kind of an absurd asshole, and I guess he still is, but I can tell it’s kind of a game he plays with others who go along with him. And it’s pretty hard to dislike someone who gave you your first mind-blowing orgasm…well the first dude who gave your first mind-blowing orgasm [with that, she gave Jessica a flirty smile] and who fucks that well! I met…fucked… a few other guys who seemed pretty cool. DeShawn fucked the shit out of me, but never seemed like he was going to push past where I was ready to go, and he was so different this morning!

I thought I was going to fall out of my chair when Professor Suffolk came down this morning. She’s so brilliant and kind, I really want to take a class with her…I still do…but for everything that happened, it’s still a little weird to be part of a fuck club with a professor.

Overall…I like everyone I got to know, and I’m looking forward to getting to know everyone else.”

Hannah nodded proudly as she finished, proud of herself for opening up to so many new people after years of awkward shyness…her legs, and her mind.

“There’s still some things I don’t understand though…”

“Like what?” Jess asked, a welcoming smile on her face. “Hit me with anything, I’m an open book!”

“The relationships you guys have…you’ve made it very clear that you and Lucas aren’t dating. But you spend so much time together…and I thought understood what you guys had-friends with benefits and all-but Chloe and DeShawn looked a lot like boyfriend/girlfriend this morning.”

Jess shrugged. “I’m twenty-two years old and still in undergrad. I don’t want a relationship right now, but that may change. Everyone has different preferences and wants. Even amongst sluts and studs. Honestly, I’m not surprised Chloe and DeShawn look like they’re pairing up. They’re both kind of romantics.”

Hannah arched her eyebrow at that, remembering the savage but delightful fucking she had received from DeShawn’s monster cock the previous night.

Jess laughed. “Oh, DeShawn is still going to fuck every white slut he can! And Chloe is a total whore! They’re not going to be exclusive or anything, but yea, I see them ending up as more than fuck buddies.”

“I see…” Hannah said, tapping her fingers against the table. “What about Professor Suffolk and her husband?”

“They’re so cute together” Jess gushed. “Total odd couple. He’s a total dork, she’s a gorgeous bombshell. She’s a literary scholar, he’s a math prodigy. But they’re both totally in love with each other. They’re also two of the most brilliant, kind, and generous people you could hope to meet!”

“And Professor Suffolk…the husband…[Hannah couldn’t yet bring herself to call a faculty member by their first name] doesn’t get bothered by his wife’s activities…or want to join in?”

Jess sighed. “Sex and love-they go together, but they’re not the exact same thing. The Suffolks love each other for their minds, for their companionship…they always seem to crack each other up with these silly jokes no one else gets. But as much as I like Jerry, I don’t think he can deliver mind-blowing orgasms, and Tracy is one hot slut…she needs all the mind-blowing orgasms she can get. From what Tracy tells me, they still do it, but Jerry is happy with whatever sex life he has and doesn’t seem to care if Tracy needs to step outside the marriage to take care of her needs. He just wants her to be happy.”

“Unlike Archibald…” Hannah said quietly.

Hannah made an unpleasant face at the mention of the man’s name. “Archibald Pentworth is a fucking asshole!” She spat the words out, before her lips curled into a smile. “His wife and *********, however, are lovely people. Turning all of them into nasty little whores has been great fun! Valerie insists there’s a decent man there, his ego just needs to be taken down a few notches.” She shrugged. “We’ll see.”

“Hold up!” Hannah cut Jessica off before she could say anything else. “*********? I met Maura and Helen this morning…Valerie mentioned another ********…have you?”

Jessica’s smile grew wider. “Not yet. But stay tuned! Maybe you’ll get to help…wouldn’t that be fun?!”

Hannah couldn’t help but smile and give an enthusiastic smile, as she felt her pussy begin to moisten at the thought of breaking a new slut herself!

Jessica glanced down at her phone. “It’s time to get you home! Poor Charlotte is probably wearing holes in the rug, pacing back and forth, worrying about you! And I think the boys are going to deliver your new stuff soon…imagine Charlotte answering the door, all by herself, to a bunch of giant black delivery men!”

Hannah gulped at the thought. Of course, Mandy would have a crew of black men to run deliveries for her…but given the tiny garments, was a crew of giants really necessary? She also wasn’t really looking forward to seeing Charlotte. She was sure she was in for an earful. She didn’t want to lie to Charlotte, but she also didn’t want to terrify the girl or drive her away. She took in a breath of air, as if to give herself strength, and reminder herself that whatever Charlotte’s misguided views about the world, she thought she was acting in Hannah’s best interests. Perhaps Charlotte’s views needed a realignment…

******

Hannah turned the key to her dorm suite and entered, flinching with the expectation of finding an angry Charlotte on the other side. Jess slid in behind her, ready to offer whatever support her friend needed.

Hannah’s expectations were not let down. Charlotte sat at the table of the suite’s common room, staring at her laptop. Dark circles around her eyes suggested she had little, if any, sleep the previous night.

“HANNAH!!” Her voice cracked with a mix of anger and concern. “What happened? Where were you all night! I was up all night worrying about you! You’ve never stayed out like this before!” The anger broke and became overtaken by concern. “Are you okay???”

Hannah glanced down, sighed and placed her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose as she tried to think of a response to the barrage of questions. She strained to keep her response and tone calm.

“We spoke on the phone last night Charlotte. You know what I was doing. I think you heard it quite well. I’m good, more than good. I got to meet a lot of good people last night and make a lot of good friends. They took…very good care of me.” Her eyes shot up and she gave Charlotte a crooked smile. “You should come through sometime!”

“I’m not here to party with…degenerates!” Charlotte spat out the last word and glared at Jess. Jess raised her hands in a “what, who me?” gesture and she smiled at Charlotte innocently.

“When we talked last night…you sounded like you were on drugs! And…dancing with boys? Do you know what could happen!? And…I had to call you so many times…and you just came home and its almost noon…” Charlotte’s words came out in an increasingly incoherent ramble.

“Ten…nine…eight…” Hannah began to count backwards in an effort to calm herself, to keep herself from saying anything untoward to her increasingly frantic and emotional roommate and friend.

“Charlotte, I appreciate that you’re concerned about me. But we’re both adults. I’m a big girl. I assure you; I can handle big things [she smirked oddly at Jessica with this statement]. There’s nothing wrong with making new friends and getting out of your bubble. Isn’t that how we became friends? Would you have ever talked to someone like me before we went to college? I don’t know if I’d have become friends with someone like you before college, and I’m glad that I did. Jessica is helping me make new friends, and so far, everyone I’ve met has been…” she paused to think of the right word. “Lovely!”

Charlotte didn’t speak for a while but paced back and forth quickly and intensely as if trying to think of a response. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at Hannah intensely. Her eyes widened as if she was surprised to see her for the first time.

“What…what are you wearing?” she asked, oddly quietly.

Hannah glanced down. “Oh! I uhhhh…needed to change my clothes…and…I borrowed this from someone. It’s cute, right!?” She did a little twirly to display the ensemble, and she did, the skirt lifted a bit and Charlotte saw that Hannah’s ass was nearly entire exposed, covered only by a tiny thong barely more substantial than dental floss.

“Cute!?” Charlotte’s face turned red contorted into an expression of outrage.

“Yea!” Hannah responded brightly. “I think I’m going to try to find more like it!”

For a split second, an image of Charlotte’s lips, painted bright red, wrapped around a massive black cock flashed into her mind. She shook her head to clear the image from her mind. That wasn’t a useful thought right now!

“YOU LOOK LIKE A HARLOT!” Charlotte spat out the words, and immediately regretted it. She clapped her hand over mouth and her eyes grew wide.

The religiously tinged slur, which emphasized traditional morality and gender roles, would undoubtedly send her liberal roommate into a fury. Charlotte had never intended to escalate their spat into fight. She hadn’t wanted to insult Hannah personally. She was just worried about her because she cared about her, and her emotions had gotten the better of look. She meekly looked at Hannah, bracing for an outpouring of anger from the girl.

Hannah didn’t look angry. She looked…amused. She exchanged a knowing glance with Jessica and folded her arms under her breasts, and looked at Charlotte silently, as if waiting for Charlotte to go on.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Charlotte said, almost in a whisper. “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just…look…let’s talk later. I need to go!” Charlotte stomped out of the suite, slamming the door behind her.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Jess asked, placing a hand on Hannah’s shoulder. Hannah looked back and smiled.

“I’m fine…she just…doesn’t understand the world yet. It’s not her fault. I’ll talk to her more when she’s calmed down.” She smiled thoughtfully. “I don’t know if I’d be so calm about this before last night. I guess I learned I was wrong about a lot of things, too. And…well it’s easier to take things in stride when you’ve had more than two feet of black cock stuffed inside you at the same time!”

Jess returned Hannah’s smile. “See, there’s a lot more plusses to being a slut than the mind-blowing orgasms. Confidence, calm, empathy…”

Hannah nodded in agreement. “The mind-blowing orgasms are pretty great though!”

The two girls broke into laughter, before a more serious look fell across Jessica’s face. “Hey…after the guys come, you want to go the library?”

“Is that some sort of metaphor for another sex thing?” Hannah asked.

Jess giggled. “No, silly! We’ve spent all morning messing around. I don’t want to fall behind on work. We’re sluts, not bimbos!”

A thoughtful look crossed Hannah’s face. “Sluts, not bimbos?” She liked the sound of that.

********************

The door slammed behind Charlotte, and she stormed down the hall. She wasn’t angry, not really. But…what was going on with Hannah? For her to stay out all night and come back midday with that Jessica girl…and that outfit!! And why the heck did the two respond so calmly—even humorously—to that horrible insult she had flung at Hannah. Charlotte needed to clear her head.

As she made her way down the hall she came across , a group of five men, all huge, all black, carrying an assortment of bags and boxes and walking in the opposite direction. She gulped with fear. Was this some gang coming to steal? But then, what would a bunch of college students have. A dorm was a pretty bad target for a burglary operation. And it was the middle of the day. No, the thought didn’t make any sense. Charlotte chided herself, realizing that her conservative Southern upbringings had caused her to think the worst.

Still, these men looked intimidating, if only from their sheer size! And Charlotte couldn’t help but shake the words of her father, who often made contorted statements in attempts to present a socially acceptable version of the viewpoint that black men were criminals and thugs. If Charlotte were honest with herself, she’d probably cross the street to avoid passing too close to this bunch. But in the narrow hallway of the dorm, she didn’t have a choice.

Her heart began to race as the group grew closer, and she felt herself begin to tremble. “Get it together, Charlotte!” She thought to herself. “What’s going to happen in a dorm, in the middle of the day!”

Despite her internal admonishments, when their paths converged, Charlotte felt almost like she would pass out with fear. At the very least, she knew, she would be cat-called, and in her emotional state, she wasn’t sure how she’d handle that.

Before long, Charlotte’s path converged with the group. She gulped, expecting to be on the receiving end of lewd and crude statements.

The men moved to the side of the hallway, to make sure that she had plenty of room to path. “Good morning! How do you do? Beautiful day, outside, right?” The men nodded their heads politely and made friendly, benign statements as Charlotte passed.

Charlotte shook her head and blushed as her heart rate normalized, embarrassed at her own reaction. Deep down, she knew that she needed to get over at least some parts of her conservative worldview.

Charlotte exited the dorm hall but wasn’t sure where to go or what to do with herself. She found a quiet bench and pulled out her phone and dialed her mother. Perhaps she’d have some advice.

“Hey sis!” the voice that answered the phone was not her mother’s.

“Hi Emma,” Charlotte sighed. “You know it’s not polite to pick up other people’s phones.”

“She’s doing laundry.” Emma said, rolling her eyes but not wanting to let her annoyance creep into her voice. Charlotte already sounded upset,

Emma was eighteen, a senior in high school. She shared Charlotte's facial structure and raven black hair, but otherwise looked quite different. She wore her hair shorter, letting it fall down to her shoulders. Much to her father’s chagrin, she often wore modest amounts of makeup and had her ears pierced. Whereas Charlotte was busty, Emma had medium size breasts and a generally smaller build. Whereas Charlotte was pale and had bright blue eyes, Emma had a darker, more olive skin tone and deep brown eyes.

Their appearances weren’t the only things that set them apart. Although an excellent student, she tended to buck against her father’s strictures, wearing trendier and revealing clothing (which would still be tame by the standards of a secular college campus), listening to pop and even rap music. She even hung out with classmates who didn’t go to church! Whereas Charlotte largely accepted her father’s wisdom, Emma often questioned his commandments. As she grew older, her independence became more pronounced, and she clashed with her father more and more often. Charlotte had a kind heart, but unfortunately her father’s impositions of his belief system caused the older sister to conflate virtue with obedience. Charlotte could be bossy and opinionated with people she cared about but was otherwise reserved. Emma, on the other hand, was far more open. Although she too believed it was important to be a good person, she saw that there were many different paths to being good. Although she chose a pretty conservative lifestyle for herself, different choices and lifestyles from other people didn’t bother her—at least, the different choices and lifestyles she’d seen in their small, Alabama hometown.

Emma thought Charlotte’s annoyance at her picking up the phone was a prime example of one of her older sister’s chief character flaws. Emma saw that Charlotte was calling on the caller ID; her mother was busy and away from the phone; and it wasn’t a big deal.

For her part, Charlotte loved her younger sister. She admired her spark of independent thinking and courage. In her more honest moments, she admitted to herself that she envied them. But she also feared that the independence she so admired could lead Emma down a path of sin and rebellion. She dearly hoped that Emma would follow in her footsteps join her at the same university. The academic excellence of the institution would allow Emma to develop her fine young mind, and Charlotte’s guidance would keep her on the path of virtue. But right now, she really wanted to speak to her mother.

Emma came across her mother, lower body sticking out of a dryer as she loaded it with wet clothes. “Hey mom…” she said. “I’ve got Charlotte on the phone. Sounds like she’s freaking out about something again.”

Monica Lumiere let out a deep sigh as she pulled herself to her feet and reached for the phone. Monica had dark brown hair—lighter than either of her *********—which she wore just past her shoulders, of a similar length but less trendy style than Emma. She had passed her curvy build, pale skin, and piercing blue eyes onto her older ********. Emma sometimes wondered if, given her unusual views and physical differences in between her mother and sister, if she had been adopted.

But Emma and Monica had more in common than the eighteen year old believed. Growing up, Monica had a fierce independent streak. In college, she was a wild woman, and her early university days were marked by drugs, late night parties, and alcohol. Concerned that their only ******** would bring scandal upon the ******, her parents insisted that she met Thomas Lumiere, an unmarried scion of another wealthy Southern ****** who was more ten years her senior. Monica resisted at first, but in time found his commitment to the faith of her childhood endearing. And he had shown her a kindness and respect she hadn’t seen from the frat boys she parties with in school. Once they started spending time together, Monica’s grades improved and she came to appreciate waking up in the morning without a hangover, and a man who seemed to value her beyond her considerable sexual attractiveness. While still in college, the pair married, and before long Charlotte and then Emma came along. Now the mother to two young ********* and still a college student, Monica completely gave up any part of the party lifestyle. She didn’t think she’d have finished college if not for Thomas’ support, and she felt incredibly grateful to him.

When Monica told Thomas she was pregnant with Charlotte, the two agreed that their children would be raised with a strict, formal structure. From their earliest days, everything would be designed to give them a godly lifestyle to keep them from falling down the path that Thomas had saved Monica from. Monica’s early college days demonstrated a weakness, which Thomas explained was typical in women, which mean that he would have the final say in what the couple’s children wore, read, and ultimately believed.

In recent months Monica had begun to question the wisdom of these decisions. Charlotte was a smart, successful young woman whose achievements filled her heart with pride. But she was strident in her beliefs, and Monica wasn’t certain whether she’d be able to thrive outside the bubble of their small, Southern town. She wanted Charlotte to avoid her own mistakes, but she also wanted her to have as many options as possible. And Monica saw that the intensity of Charlotte’s beliefs sometimes impaired her ability to get along with others. She had met her ********’s roommate, Hannah, in person when they moved into the dorms and spoken to her several times on Zoom calls. She thought the relationship between the two was a wonderful thing. Hannah was a quiet, sweet girl from Minnesota, Jewish and liberal. Monica hoped that forming a friendship with someone who shared the virtues of intelligence, kindness, responsibility and chastity but who came from a different background and had different beliefs would open Charlotte’s mind.

Monica feared that Thomas’ parenting strategies would have a different effect on Emma. Emma had all of Charlotte’s intelligence and drive, but also wanted to take the world on through her own terms. In many respects, Monica was proud that Emma was more open to others, and more driven to figure things out for herself. But Monica couldn’t forget her younger days, and the potential consequences she had narrowly avoided. Monica was worldly enough to know that Emma’s current rebellious streak was actually quite mild. The occasional mild swear, a hemline slightly above the knee, a few centimeters of midriff or cleavage…there were not the things that made a scandal. But Emma was going off to college soon. Monica didn’t want to keep Emma from achieving her full potential and insist that she only attend some small, private, conservative school that would carefully monitor her activities, but she worried what would happen to Emma in a more libertine environment.

In an act of defiance against her husband’s theocratic dictates, she had made sure both her ********* were on birth control. Emma readily agreed. She understood that sex should be only two, loving people in a committed relationship and that sleeping around wasn’t for her, but if she met the right person, she didn’t want to risk a pregnancy too early. Charlotte initially balked at the idea. But, since she knew there was no possibility that she would have sex until marriage, she figured there was no harm in going along with her mother’s request and acquiesced.

Right now, though, she needed to tend Charlotte.

“Hey Charli,” she greeted her. “What’s going on?” Emma hovered nearby, eavesdropping to see what was going on with her older sister.

Charlotte sniffed and stammered. “It’s Hannah…something is going on with her!”

Monica sighed again. “Are you too in some silly political argument again? Look, I know Hannah doesn’t share our beliefs, but she’s a wonderful person and you shouldn’t let some political disagreement cause you to lose friends of judge others too strongly.

“N-n-no.” Charlotte struggled to get her out, partially of her emotional state, partly because she didn’t fully understand the situation. “It’s not that, she’s just acting differently. She went out last night and didn’t back today until almost noon! She’s been hanging out with the girl Jess, and Jess is…well…Jess is very free. I’m afraid she might be a bad influence.”

Monica sighed. “I don’t see Hannah making friends with someone who could be that bad. It’s probably a good thing that she’s meeting people who are different. That’s how you two became friends! Besides, you have to trust her! I know she doesn’t share our values, but she’s a sweet smart girl. Maybe she’s spreading her wings and exploring, but I can’t see her doing anything THAT bad.”

********

Hannah sat on the edge of her bed, wringing her hands nervously as a crew of five giants rearranged her closet and drawers as Jessica oversaw their work, commenting on the various bits of skimpy, gauzy, material. “See, Hannah?” She asked winking. “Clothes come in colors other than grey and black and are made of things other than cotton!” Hannah had to admire the variety of colors and materials of the dresses, skirts, shorts, and tops the men were unloading. Yesterday, she would have objected that shirts were supposed to have sleeves and skirts should at least cover the knees. Today-well today, that was not the case.

One of the men approached her underwear drawer.

“Wait!” Hannah yelped. Jessica turned to her with a raised eyebrow, suspecting that her protégé was having a relapse of prudishness.

“Ummm…guys…please don’t judge me! I had a very different understanding of the world until…well about twelve hours ago…” Hannah stammered, before shooting the group a meek smile and looking at them bashfully.

Jessica giggled to herself. Last night, Hannah had yelled at her for trying to open her underwear drawer because she thought it was private. Now, she was worried about a group of strangers opening her underwear drawer because her tastes weren’t slutty enough!

The man who appeared to be the leader of the group turned to Hannah and gave her a friendly smile. “Don’t worry, sweetie! No judgment here! We uhhh…can kind of tell your tastes have changed.”

He then opened the drawer and stuffed the assemblage of white cotton, concealing and practical underpants into a bag and loaded the top drawer with a selection of multi-colored G-strings, thongs, and—the most modest of the collection—tightly cut boy shorts. When he finished, he moved towards the closet, prepared to place the old collection of underwear in the back of Hannah’s closet.

“Wait!” Hannah cried out again. The man turned to her quizzically.

Hannah looked at the bag with distaste. “Could you please just throw that out?”

The group laughed, including Jess. After a few seconds, Hannah joined in.

A few minutes later, Hannah’s closet and dresser had been restocked—not just with clothes, but with a generous sampling of the sex toys and spade-themed jewelry she had seen at Mandy’s store.

Their work finished, men gathered in a semi-circle around Hannah and Jess in the living room of the dorm suite. Hannah was fumbling with her purse, looking for cash to tip the men.

“What are you doing there, Hannah?” The apparent leader of the crew asked.

Hannah blushed and gave him another bashful look. “Well, I’d like to tip you…but I wasn’t expecting so many of you to come…I don’t have enough cash.”

“Hm.” The man looked thoughtful. “You know, we did a lot of hard work [Hannah gave a skeptical look at this statement]. And if you don’t have money.” The man looked her up and down and licked his lips.

Hannah giggled. “I see…” Then, quickly, she grabbed the front of her short and yanked it down, exposing her breasts and reached behind her to unzip her skirt, shimmying it down her waist and kicking it off, along with her shoes. She now wore only her tiny thong and displaced crop top. Half-naked, she leaned towards the man and ran a finger down his chest. “You know…Jess and I need to go the library…but you boys worked so efficiently…I think we can spare some time for a proper thank you. What do you say, Jess?”

Hannah turned back to look to her friend. The blonde was already completely nude, and the men she was facing had their cocks expectedly massive cocks out. Hannah’s mouth popped open in slight surprise. Jessica shrugged and held her hands up, palms facing the ceiling, as if to ask, “What did you expect?” Hannah responded with a silent nod of agreement. Together, like a pair of synchronized dancers, the slutty pair sank to their knees, enveloping a cock in each of their mouths and stroking a pair with each of their free hands.

*****

Charlotte took deep breaths, trying to process her mother’s words. As she thought about them, they made sense. She’d spent nearly every day with Hannah for the past five months. Yes, Hannah had some rather silly ideas, but she was at core a virtuous, wholesome girl. No one’s entire worldview could change in a single day! Not even an entire day—Hannah had been her regular self before she left for the party with Hannah.

She further thought about her mother’s comments about Hannah’s new friend, Jess. Sure, Jess was loud, even brazen…and those clothes!! But she’d only ever been friendly to Charlotte, and, truth be told, she was coming to enjoy the older girl’s playful energy and relaxed outlook on life.

“You’re right, mom!” Charlotte nodded, with renewed vigor and cheeriness. “Thanks for putting things in perspective!”

“Of course dear,” Monica said brightly. “Always call if you need something.”

Emma’s ears had perked up at the sound of Hannah’s name. She had also met Hannah when she accompanied her ****** to help Charlotte had moved into the dorms. She’d grown fond of the shy, awkward girl at that first meeting, and over the various video calls that she had joined in on when Charlotte came home, had come to appreciate the girl’s intelligence and wit.

She found herself looking up to Hannah, more so than she did her older sister. In a few months, she’d be visiting the college as part of a prospective student’s program, and as much as she was looking forward to seeing the campus and spending time with Charlotte, she couldn’t wait to hang out with Hannah!

************

Hannah, now completely naked, turned back to look snarl at the man pounding into her asshole from above. “Oh yessss, you fucking bastard, fill this whore asshole with your black seed!” she commanded. The man complied, and as Hannah felt the warm goo burst into her bowels, she gripped the man she lay on top of, who was balls deep in her pussy, and kissed him deeply. She had now been fucked enough that she was familiar with the sensations of an impending orgasm, and the flood of semen that had just been unleashed was about to trigger one. She wanted to brace herself before she lost control of her body and mind.

“MMRRRGGHHHHH” Hannah’s screamed into the man’s mouth as her body convulsed, grateful that she had the presence of mind to stifle her orgasmic shouts before they started. She didn’t want to send campus police rushing to her dorm room!

When Hannah came down from the orgasm, she frowned as she felt curiously neglected. The stud who had filled her ass had apparently tapped out, as, after spurting a few more bursts of cum onto her back, he had stumbled back and now sat in her desk chair.

Hannah turned to her side and saw that Jess was still airtight. She lay, face up, on one stud—the apparent leader of the group—who was savagely fucking her ass, while another man lay crouched over her, stuffing her cunt, and she turned her head to suck the cock of a third man who stood at the side of the bed.

Hannah’s was awed that the dorm furniture could carry so much weight and withstand so much action without falling apart. That rumination was quickly overcome by a pang of envy.

“Hey!” She thought to herself. “Why does this slut get three cocks and I only get one? Should I be penalized for making one of my guys cum first??”

Still being fucked by the man below her, Hannah carefully studied the cock pounding into Jessica’s asshole. Once she figured out the pattern, she grabbed the shaft when it was its most exposed, leaned forward, and enveloped it in her mouth.

Jessica continued to thrust her body, attempting to grind her asshole into a cock that wasn’t there anymore. Confused, and a little disappointed, Jess popped the cock out of her mouth that she had been sucking and looked back to investigate. She saw Hannah enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down on the cock that had just been stretching her asshole. For the briefest of moments, she felt annoyed that she had lost the toy that had been so delightfully sodomizing her But then her heart filled with pride at her protégé’s initiative.

“Hannah!” she called out, struggling to get her words out between pants and groans. “You are one nasty slut!!”

Hannah glanced up at her, green eyes alight with merriment, and nodded her head in vigorous agreement, not once taking her mouth off the cock she had snatched from Jessica.

**********

Charlotte stood outside her dorm suite. She had decided to go to the library and get some studying in. She wanted to pick up her laptop and books on the way. When she entered the room, she swiftly grabbed her stuff and scurried out. For a brief second, she paused. She thought she heard odd sounds, yelping, and moaning, and groaning coming from Hannah’s bedroom. She thought about knocking on Hannah’s door but decided against it. Jess was quite the movie buff, and she figured the two had put something on after she’d left. Probably some avant garde film without actual dialogue. She quickly left the suite and walked to the library. If she hadn’t been in such a rush, she might have noticed that the living room was in a state of disarray, with furniture pushed out of place and women’s and men’s clothing strewn about.

She knew she needed to talk to Hannah soon, to apologize. But their encounter was still a little too raw, and she needed time away to clear her head. She realized that if she wanted to show Hannah the right way to live, she needed to do so by example, not by lecturing. And, she thought, she’d even be able to bring Jess away from whatever path of sin she walked down! Deep down, Jess was a sweet, kind, intelligent girl, but Charlotte was certain she was wallowing down a dark path. But Charlotte knew that with enough determination, she could set a positive example for both girls and bring them back into the light! It would require patience, and tenacity, and resolve, but Charlotte was certain she had those in spades.

*************

Hannah broke her kiss with Jessica and swallowed the black behemoth dangling in front of her face in a single gulp. Underneath her, Jess let out a groan as the cock at the opposite end of the two girls entered her body.

The slutty pair had worn out much of the crew that had come to deliver Hannah’s new clothes and toys. Three of them were now perched at various positions around their bed, holding out their cameras and taking photos and videos of the action. Jessica and Hannah had told them if they couldn’t fuck anymore, they might as well make themselves useful and make a chronicle of that afternoon’s events, and they had readily agreed.

Hannah now lay on top of Jessica, facing her, their bare breasts pressing together. The leader of the group, one of the two men whose sexual stamina remained, alternated between fucking Hannah and Jessica’s pussies. Like a carefully designed machine, the stud on the other end thrust his own cock into the mouth of whichever girl wasn’t getting fucked. It was now Hannah’s turn to suck cock.

“Hannah...” Jess gasped out from below. “I’ve been thinking, I have an idea.”

“Mmmhhhmmm?” Hannah let out inquisitive sounds around the cock in her mouth.

“Charlotte…I think you can see she’s going to be a problem. And I can see how you value her as a friend. And well-I like her too, despite her foibles. But she’s not going to be cool with your newfound interests. I think I have a solution that will make all of us happy!” Jess trained to get the words out while getting ravaged, but she was an experienced whore and made a valiant, largely successful effort.

“mmmmmm!?” Hannah made another curious sound, this time with some more urgency.

“We need to turn Charlotte into a black cock slut!!!!” Jess proclaimed proudly. “And you need to take the lead. She’ll follow you, believe me!”

“WHAT!?!?!?” Hannah popped the cock she was working on out of her mouth, but still stroking it with a single hand. “Are you fucking kidding me?? Have you met Charlotte????”

Jessica looked serious. “Yes! There’s a lot of girls I’ve met where people that people have said exactly the same about. Including the dirty little whore I’m looking at right now!” Jess winked at that. “Look, you love black cock right!”

“Duh,” Hannah said, jokingly.

“What you would do for black cock?” Jess continued.

“Anything!” Hannah answered, instantly.

“And, well, don’t think you think it would be a wonderful thing to show a friend the joys of getting fucked by black cock? Wouldn’t you want to help a friend AND show your loyalty to black bulls? Besides,” Sophie grinned wickedly. “Charlotte’s pretty hot! I bet she’s rocking an awesome body under those church clothes…and that black hair and blue eyes and pale skin…that’s a look A LOT of men go for.”

Hannah chuckled at that last bit. “You know…before last night I never would have thought about Charlotte’s looks…but I can’t deny in the past few hours I’ve wondered what those big tits would look like bouncing around while she rode one of these magnificent rods, or how her lips would look wrapped around a big, black cock…” But then Hannah shook her head. “No, no way. She’s not gonna go for it. Converting other innocent white women into black cock sluts…that sounds fucking hot! And I’m game. But Charlotte’s not the right person for this.”

Jessica frowned and furrowed her brow as she tried to gather her thoughts for her next argument. She found formulating a coherent counterargument difficult while such intense pleasure pulsed her body from the fucking she was receiving.

Before she could speak, the stud railing her plopped his cock out.

“You know ladies, I think I can make a contribution to this discussion that will dispel some of Hannah’s concerns.”

With that, he thrust his cock all the way into Hannah’s welcoming cunt, going balls deep in a single thrust, and rocking his body back and forth so that the entire length of his cock nearly left Hannah’s body before plunging back in all the way so his balls slapped against her crotch. Hannah’s body shook and she lost her grip on the cock she had been stroking throughout her debate with Jessica. She placed her hands on the bed, on either side of Jessica’s head to brace against the intense pounding.

“OHHH GOODDD OHHH FUCCCKKKK OHHHH YESSSSS” Hannah groaned.

“So,” the stud asked. “I don’t know this Charlotte chick. But Hannah, what do you think about bringing her into the fold now?”

“Ohhh yes, yes, yesssss, YESSSSSS” Hannah called out.

Jessica laughed underneath her and wrapped her arms around her neck, bringing her in for a deep kiss.

“So, you’ll do it? You’re in!?” Hannah’s face was contorted in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, nose scrunched up, and mouth twisted as she urged the stud to keep fucking her.

“Hannah!” Jess snapped her fingers in Hannah’s face. “I think our friend here…we really should get his name before he leaves…has made a very penetrating point!”

Hannah blinked and looked at Jess, her eyes clouded with lust.

“Oh god yes.” She said, panting. “I’ll fucking do it! I’ll turn Charlotte into a slut!”

**********

Charlotte found a table near the back of the table where she could study for the rest of the afternoon. Smiling and softly humming to herself, she pulled her laptop and books out of her bag and began to study. After her conversation with her mother, she felt at ease. She knew she still had an important mission, to save Hannah from decadence and sin and to bring Jessica back into a world of virtue and righteousness. But she realized the only way she could this was by acting as an example of the behavior she wanted the two other women to follow. By acting as a model for Hannah and Jessica, she’d lead them down the right path. And by acting, rather than lecturing, she could avoid incidents like the nasty spat earlier in the day!

*************

Freshly showered and wearing only her glasses, Hannah scampered around the living the room of her dorm suite, bouncing back and forth between the crew of studs who had just gang-fucked her and Jessica. As the men pulled their own clothes on and restored the suite back to the condition it was in before the mini-orgy, she asked for their names and phone numbers as if meeting a new group of friends at any ordinary student event. Not one for small talk, she was delighted to discover that the crew was no mere collection of hired muscle, but a group of graduate students who helped out Mandy because she was a close friend of theirs. Hannah snickered to herself, now fully aware of what “close friend” meant to Jessica and her friends. Hyper and unfocused, she darted from graduate student to graduate student, asking piercing questions about each of their subject areas. She found herself especially taken by the de facto leader of the group, a man named Cassius who had drawn the most frequent and intense orgasms from her in the past hour, and who had been one of the last men standing. For their part, the gang of bulls and scholars were impressed that the cock-crazed, naked hellcat who had just taken them all on—with a little help from a friend—had such a wide breadth of knowledge and a piercing, sharp intellect.

Jessica stepped out of the bedroom, drying her hair with a towel, but otherwise still naked. The girls had lost valuable time with their little fuckfest, and realized that the latent arousal from the events of the past hour would likely result in sapphic games which would only waste time. They’d already enjoyed each other’s bodies throughout the past hour, as they were getting railed by five black cocks, and they had other things to do! They therefore took the better part of valor and showered separately.

“Be sure to send us the pics and videos, gentlemen!” the naked blonde asked sweetly. She then turned to Hannah, playfully teasing, “All right, my dear chatterbox, you need to stop bothering these fine young men and go put some clothes on! We have work to do!”

“Come now,” Cassius said. “We’ve all enjoyed passing the time with this lovely little lady. She’s as much a delight to talk to as she is to fuck!” With that, he wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders and kissed her affectionally on her temple.

Hannah smiled bashfully at the compliment, biting her thumb. “Thank you, sweetie,” she giggled. “But Jess is right, we’ve got stuff to do!” A serious look fell across her face as she proudly declared, “After all, we’re sluts, not bimbos!”

She turned and began to walk towards her room before stopping and looking back, a question on her lips. “But one last question: you’re all big strong men. Did Mandy really need to send five of you to deliver a few bags of women’s clothing?”

“A few bags?” Cassius laughed. “Well, regardless of the amount we had to carry, I’ll admit we didn’t just come along to freight around Mandy’s goods. Mandy told us about a new hottie that Jess here had just initiated as a slut, and we saw the pictures Jess had sent her…and we just had to meet you for ourselves!”

Hannah smiled happily. “Remind me to send Mandy a thank you card! It was wonderful to meet you—all of you! I’m sure we’ll all be good friends!” With that, she darted back into her room to change.

***

Charlotte smiled to herself as she read the latest chapter in her film studies textbook. She had taken the class because it fit her schedule and fulfilled a general education requirement, but when she had signed up for the class, she thought it would be a frivolous waste of time. This belief was reinforced by her father, who insisted that school should be for learning ways to make money, gain power, or obtain moral righteousness. Indeed, her father had grumbled when he’d seen her class schedule, complaining that he wasn’t paying for his older ******** to sit around and watch Hollywood trash. After only a few classes, however, Charlotte found herself enthralled by the subject. The way that so many different forms—photography, writing, acting, set and costume design—came together to create a single cohesive art piece was fascinating. And the variety of stories allowed her to explore so many different experiences and worlds without having to venture outside of her safe zone. When Charlotte spoke to her ****** about her newfound interest, her mother and sister listened and made encouraging sounds. Her father, however, only rolled his eyes and cautioned her about the decadence of Hollywood.

“Charlotte!” Hannah whispered. Charlotte, too engrossed in reading to notice the new arrival, didn’t look up.

“Charlotte!” Hannah whispered, this time a little more loudly. Still no response.

Jess and Hannah looked at each, each asking the other a silent question with quizzical expressions on their face. Neither wanted to disrupt other students in the library—they respected the place of scholarship and learning too much! Jessica gently placed a hand on the raven-haired beauty’s shoulder, hoping this would get her attention.

Finally, Charlotte looked up. She saw Hannah and Jessica looking down at her, friendly and open smiles on their face. She blushed a little, feeling embarrassed by her earlier outburst, but neither of the scantily clad young woman—still wearing the outfits that had set Charlotte off earlier—seemed put off by it. Indeed, they both seemed happy to see her.

“Mind if we join you?” Hannah asked quietly.

Charlotte nodded meekly, not sure what to say. She had said such horrible to these girls, and they were acting like nothing had happened!

The two newcomers pulled up seats next to the table, pulling out laptops and books and getting to work like any other diligent college student. Hannah took a seat across from Charlotte, and soon adopted a look of intense concentration as she flipped between various books and typed away on her laptop.

Jessica sat next to Charlotte. Before she got to work, she glanced at the book Charlotte was reading. “Great book!” she whispered. “Are you taking Professor Sharpe’s class? I love her! She really got me into movies.”

Charlotte gave Jessica a small smile. She still wasn’t comfortable with Jessica, but this was a perfectly normal conversation.

“Yes,” she said. “I never thought this could be so interesting…but, well, it’s my favorite class.”

“That’s why we go to university, right?” Jessica responded. “There are so many things you come to love and enjoy that never would have crossed your mind as a sheltered teenager.”

“Oh yes!” Hannah looked up from her laptop, green eyes shining, and mouth curled up into a happy grin. “That’s so very true!”

Jess tore a bit of paper from her notebook and wrote something down on it before passing it to Charlotte. “Here, this is my e-mail address. Shoot me a message and I’ll send you some list of films I think are really worth checking out.”

The trio then resumed studying and working in earnest. Charlotte was glad that Hannah didn’t seem too upset over the confrontation earlier in the day. She wasn’t sure what to make of Jessica’s overtures, but she remembered her mother’s words from earlier in the day and decided to accept them with grace. Still, a sense of guilt gnawed away at her.

“I’m getting thirsty, Hannah.” She whispered. “You want to come with me to fill my water bottle?”

Hannah looked up and smiled. Of course, she knew that Charlotte didn’t need company for such a simple task. She nodded, and the got up to walk outside together.

Charlotte began to fill her water bottle and spoke to Hannah, not looking at her.

“Hannah, I’m not sure what you’re doing with Jess. She seems nice, but well, I’m not sure what her values are…”

Hannah sighed. “Look, Charlotte, I really appreciate that you’re looking out for me. But you know our values have never been the same. And whatever you think of Jess’s values, she’s one of the sweetest and smartest people I know. Has she been anything but kind to you?”

Charlotte looked up, making eye contact with Hannah and frowning thoughtfully. “You’re right. I can’t really complain about how she’s acted towards me.”

“Do you really think she’d put in me in a situation where I wasn’t safe? Or happy? Or comfortable?” Hannah asked.

“I guess not…” Charlotte mumbled. “Hannah…I’m sorry…I’m sorry about what I said this morning,” she went on.

Hannah placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Hey now, it’s okay. I know you were emotional because you care about me. And it’s not like you said anything that bad!”

Charlotte furrowed her brow and looked down again. “Hannah…I called you a…a….” Her face flushed red, and she barely whispered the word. “A harlot!”

Hannah giggled and gave Charlotte a stranger smile. “I mean, the term’s a little anachronistic, but there are far worse things to be called!”

Charlotte arched an eyebrow and looked at Hannah with confusion. Before she could think of a response, she heard the door to the library open and close and sensed a third person approaching them.

“Hey girls!” Jessica said cheerily, wearing her backpack and holding up a library bag. “I’m just about wrapping up my work for the day, and I checked out some films from the front desk. I know they’re not on Professor Sharpe’s syllabus, but if Charlotte has been enjoying her class, I think she’ll really enjoy these. What do you say we grab some takeout and have a movie night!?”

Hannah and Charlotte exchanged glances, their earlier conversation forgotten. Charlotte turned to Jessica. “You know, that sounds nice! I’m just about done studying, I’m in!”

“Well, let’s make it a girl’s night in!” Hannah agreed. She turned to Charlotte. “Could you grab my books and my laptop?”

“Of course!” Charlotte nodded happily and trotted off towards the library.

When Charlotte was out of earshot, Hannah turned to Jessica. “What kind of movies are those? Are you planning on getting started already by showing Charlotte some hardcore porn movies or something? I don’t think that’s going to work!”

Jessica giggled and gave Hannah a light, playful punch on the shoulder. “No, silly! Do you really think I’d be able to get those kinds of movies from the library? Although, if you want, I have quite the selection we can watch later!”

“I think you’re right,” Jessica went on. “Charlotte is a nice girl. She’s just misguided. And I actually want to like the people that I fuck, or get fucked with. We’ll convert her in time. But for now, even I’m all fucked out! I just want a quiet night in with some friends.”

Hannah nodded. “I’m glad you two are warming up to each other. I love you both, and I’d hate to have two of my best friends at odds with each other.”

Jess giggled. “In time, I’m sure Charlotte and I won’t have anything to be at odds over! That little vixen NEEDS a black cock up her pussy.”

This time, Hannah gave Jess a light, playful punch. “You’re right…but be quiet! Imagine if she heard you say that now!”

As if on cue, the door to the library opened and shut, and Charlotte came out. She passed Hannah’s backpack to her and looked at the pair with an expectant smile. “Well, let’s get going, ladies!” she said.

Together, the trio walked back to the dorms, happily chatting about the routine affairs of college life.

As the girls settled in for a quiet evening of conversation, movies and Thai food. Jess carefully explained the meaning of each shot, frame, and directing choice in the films they watched, and Charlotte was impressed by her knowledge and attention to detail. Hannah wouldn’t describe herself as a movie buff, but she was naturally curious, and took Jess’ de facto lesson in with rapt attention.

Charlotte smiled to herself. Whatever Hannah was exploring, she was still her friend. And Jess, whatever her foibles, was a new friend. Perhaps as importantly, she was a new opportunity for conversion into a moral, righteous lifestyle.

Charlotte didn’t notice that Jess and Hannah’s hands sometimes danced across each other’s bodies, or that when she got up to pick something off the coffee table their eyes lingered on her breasts or bottom, or that they exchanged glanced and licked their lips whenever a particularly handsome black man came on the screen. If someone had pointed it, she wouldn’t have been sure what to make of it. Nice girls like Hannah weren’t attracted to other girls. And, although Charlotte would have been loathe to admit, she didn’t think nice girls like Hannah went for black men. Jess…Jess she wasn’t so sure about. But she suspected under all the blonde’s bravado was a sweet, innocent young woman who just needed the right guidance.

*****

The next morning, Hannah stood in her closet, wearing only a tiny white thong. Jess had invited her to a brunch—just brunch!—with some of the girls in their new clique.

She frowned as she looked through the assemblage of new clothing in the back of the closet. Here, Mandy and Cassius’ crew of helpers had placed the most risqué items. Hannah, never a fashion maven, had no idea how some of the strappy, lacy outfits were supposed to be worn, and even if she could figure out how to put them on, she had little confidence that she’d be able to keep all of her bits in place and covered. The newly libertine Hannah enjoyed displaying her body, in the right context. But she had no interest in getting arrested!

She moved to the front of the closet, which had relatively conservative attire. Keyword, relatively. The outfits here weren’t too different from what Hannah would normally wear, but they showed a lot more skin and clung to her body much more tightly. And although they didn’t have the pink and pastels that Jessica was so fond of, they displayed more variety of color than the greys and blacks that Hannah typically wore.

Hannah’s smiled as she found a number she thought was perfect for a girl’s brunch—her first such outing. She pulled out a thin, green sundress. It was held by thin straps which crossed diagonally in the back, leaving her back largely bare. The neckline was cut low enough to show a generous amount of cleavage, and the hem fell well above her knees. Although it clung to Hannah’s body, the material was light and thin enough that she felt loose and comfortable in the tiny garment. She slipped on a pair on of strappy sandals with a small, wedge heel, and decided to eschew a bra.

Hannah stopped to look at herself in the mirror, admiring the way the dress showed so much of her body and hugged her curves. She then stopped herself. She was a bona fide slut now, to be sure. But did this mean she was also vain? Hannah’s internal struggle didn’t last long. The past forty-eight hours had taught her the human body was a beautiful thing, a delightful source of pleasure. Why shouldn’t she show hers off? Why shouldn’t she take pride in her beauty?

She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, typing the name of the restaurant Jessica had provided into her phone’s navigation app.

Hannah strolled into the restaurant. She immediately noticed that most of the clientele was female. Scantily clad women, ranging from other college students to middle aged, sat around the tables, happily talking. A few of the older women were joined by men. Hannah noticed that that these pairs had wedding rings. Some of the groups of women were also joined by handsome, well-built black men. Some, but not all of these groups also bore wedding rings.

All of the waitstaff was female, young, attractive, and wore a uniform comprising a tight black halter top and short black micro-mini skirt. Hannah noticed that, as they moved from table to table, many of the customers—male and female alike—flirted with them, sometimes even fondling and groping them! Part of Hannah quailed at the potential sexual harassment, but she noted that the waitresses all seemed to enjoy the attention—especially from the black men. After the events of the past two days, she couldn’t exactly call the situation sexually charged, but this was far from an ordinary brunch spot.

As Hannah looked around the room, she saw the two Professor Suffolks sitting at a table, deeply involved in each other’s conversation, one of the wife’s hand clasped over the husband’s over the table in a gesture of genuine affection. Tracy Suffolk noticed Hannah peering around and excitedly waved her over.

“Hannah! So good to see you here! Let me tell you, everyone is abuzz about how you came of your shell on Friday! I really hope we can play soon!” Tracy gushed. Hannah gulped a little at this. Tracy was beautiful and sexy. She was also a professor. Hannah had shed nearly all of her inhibitions in the past two days, but the idea of participating in no-holds-barred group sex with a professor…Hannah’s ruminations ended when she realized that the tingling, she felt wasn’t hesitation, but excitement.

She smiled at Professor Suffolk and cheerfully replied “Me too! I’m going to be taking a lot of black cock and eating a lot of pussy from now on!” Hannah blushed and giggled, a little surprised at the boldness of her own statement.

Jerry politely smiled and stood, extending his hand in an offer of a handshake to Hannah. “It’s lovely to see you, Hannah. But I suspect you’re not here to talk to a boring old married couple. I noticed Jessica and her friends come through a few moments ago…perhaps you’re here to join them!”

“Oh, you’re not a boring old married couple!” Hannah responded. “But yea, Jessica’s having a brunch with some of the girls.” She blushed a little, again. “I haven’t really been the brunch type before, but, well, I’ve kind of embracing new experiences the past couple of days.”

Jerry and Tracy chuckled in unison at this. Tracy waved over a passing young woman, dressed in the apparent uniform of the establishment.

A scantily clad hostess approached. Hannah provided Jessica’s name, and the hostess’ eyes lit up. “Oh, Jess and Sophie are two of our most beloved regulars!” She said brightly. “Follow me!” She took Hannah by the hand—another unusual gesture for a hostess at a restaurant—and led her to the back of the restaurant. Hannah couldn’t help but admire the sway of the hostess’s ass, tight wrapped in and barely covered by the uniform micromini, as she walked.

The hostess opened a pair of double doors in the back of the restaurant and guided Hannah to a beautifully decorated back patio. A single, large table was in the center of the patio, around which sat Jessica, Sophie, Christine, Anne, Chloe, and Terry. Hannah smiled as she realized she made the right choice of attire, as the woman gathered around the table wore similarly revealing outfits. “Don’t be too proud of yourself,” she thought. “That wasn’t too hard a guess to make!”

“HANNAH! I’m so glad you could make it!!” Jessica squealed, jumping up from the table. She rushed towards Hannah and wrapped her on a tight embrace. She took her by the hand and led her to the table, whispering in her ear “Everyone here has been talking about how much they like you, what a great addition you are to the group!”

They approached the table and Hannah seated herself in the sole empty chair, between Anne and Jessica.

“Shall I get you started with our bottomless mimosas?” The hostess asked.

“Oh…I’m uh…I’m only nineteen.” Hannah stammered. “I’m afraid I can’t do that yet.”

Terry chuckled from across the table. “Here you can!”

“That’s right,” the hostess smiled. “We have…certain special accommodations here.”

Hannah shook her head. “Thanks…but I’ll just get a coffee! I take it black!”

“Damn straight she does,” Chloe declared. The table laughed at the joke, and even the hostess shot Hannah a knowing wink.

“Of course,”, the hostess said, and sauntered off.

“I’m so happy to see you,” Anne told Hannah. “I really enjoyed meeting you on Saturday, and when you went to bed early, I was afraid we’d lose touch. Did Chloe give you, my number?”

“She did!” Hannah smiled back. She pulled out her phone and typed away. “Just texted you…I definitely want to hang out more!”

Hannah turned to Jess. “So…are you sure this is ‘just brunch?’ I haven’t really been to one of these before, but something seems off.”

Jess smiled. “Yes, silly! What do you think there’s going to be a massive orgy in the middle of a restaurant on a Sunday morning. But, this is kind of a special spot…”

Sophie chimed in. “Valerie Pensworth owns this place. She bought it a few months ago. You’ve heard of Chef Amy?” Hannah nodded. Chef Amy was a popular cooking show, starring the titular chef. Amy was undoubtedly talented chef, but her show’s popularity was in no small part due to its star’s innocent beauty and seemingly naïve charm.

Sophie went on. “Well, this is her flagship restaurant. Old Archie Pensworth ate here and wanted to hire her as an exclusive chef. Valerie didn’t think it was right to hoard her talent, and frankly, I think she was a little peeved that Archie turned his nose up at his own wife’s cooking so often. Valerie opposed the deal, but Archie was throwing so much money at Amy she just couldn’t say no. Until Valerie came by with a crew of about a half-dozen black studs and introduced Amy to the joys of the interracial gangbang!” Sophie’s presentation was interrupted as she broke into peals of laughter at the climax of her story.

Chloe carried on. “Yes, Valerie showed Amy that there are things much more enjoyable than money. She ended up buying the place herself, and gave Amy a very fair price in cash. And when you add in all the black cock Amy’s been getting…the price was more than fair! Amy still works here, but there’s been some changes with Valerie’s guidance.”

Christine chimed in. “All the waitresses are black cock sluts. They have to be before they get hired here. So if you see some more risqué behavior, everyone is game for it. They also get paid about twice what a waitress would get at another high end restaurant. And we have some special events here. Every second Sunday is ‘Slut Sunday.’ Sluts eat free! So do their husbands, if they’re well-behaved enough. Oh, and the bulls of course…although they have to be invited by one of the women. And although I don’t think there’s ever been an orgy here on a Sunday morning…there’s been plenty of ‘em on other days of the week!”

“I see…” Hannah said, wondering just how extensive this network of libertines was.

Over the next several minutes, the girls chattered away happily. The normally quiet and awkward Hannah found herself easily slipping into the conversation, enjoying the company of her new friends. Jessica’s early refrain of “sluts, not bimbos” echoed in her mind, as she found that each of her fellow sluts was also intelligent and well-educated. The group discussed their studies, books they were reading, and current affairs with depth and insight.

Eventually, inevitably, the conversation turned to sex and the events of the previous Friday night. Two days ago, Hannah would have fainted at the raunchy discussion. Now, she happily recounted her own acts of sexual debauchery, laughed along with the slutty anecdotes of the others, and smiled with pride as the others complimented her sexual prowess.

“I really hope you both will be fixtures at these parties!” Chloe said, smiling widely at Anne and Hannah.

Anne nodded eagerly. “My only regret is that I went to so many of those things without joining in!” She playfully nudged Hannah with her elbow. “This little whore didn’t need to spend that much time watching before deciding it was for her!”

Hannah held her head up proudly. “Friday was one of the best nights of my life. It’s up there with getting a perfect score on my SAT, on getting into this school. I’m DEFINITELY coming back for more.”

Jess smiled proudly at her protégé. “Hannah here is absolutely a black cock fiend. In fact, she’s agreed to recruit more women into our little clutch! She’s going to start with her roommate, Charlotte!”

Anne frowned. “I’ve met Charlotte. Nice girl…but very conservative. I don’t mean to question your dedication as a slut…but…don’t you think you should start with someone easier?”

Hannah giggled. “That’s a fair point…and I agreed to this plan right after I had ten inches of black cock shoved up my pussy! But…I think I can do it!” she placed her fists on the table with determination.

Christine placed a hand over Anne’s, squeezing it fondly. “You know, a lot of people questioned whether we’d be able to convert you after you started coming to so many parties without succumbing. And well, I’d say you’re pretty thoroughly converted now, wouldn’t you?”

Anne bit her lower lip and nodded. “Oh yes…that is VERY true!”

Sophie chimed in. “I’ve met Charlotte. She’s definitely hot. Uptight yes, but some of the most depraved whores I’ve met were the most uptight before they got blacked. None of them have been able to resist. I can’t wait for her to be one of us!”

The girls carried on for the next few hours, happily letting the morning slip away in a haze of warm camaraderie. Hannah buzzed with joy and excitement, delighted to have found a group of such wonderful friends.

****

Over the next few weeks, Hannah fully embraced being a slut. She fucked many new people, men and women alike. She made on good on her promise to Lucas and the two became frequent sexual partners. She found time for one-on-one assignations and group frolics alike, but hadn’t yet been to anything as large or debauched as her first orgy. Jessica had explained that such events happened about once a month, and promised to let her know as soon as the first one was scheduled.

Hannah had no regrets about her conversion. But she worried about fitting her new sexually and socially active lifestyle into her old routine. Hannah wanted to stay at the top of her class. Her natural intelligence and more relaxed outlook allowed her to spend less time studying, but she still spent a fair amount of time on classwork. Besides, she enjoyed learning. She also found that the vigorous fuck fests which were now a regular part of her routine served as a much more fun, but still effective, alternative to time in the gym Hannah also came to realize how much time her old self wasted, anxiously wondering about what she should be doing instead of just doing it.

Hannah also wanted to hold onto her old, nerdy hobbies and maintain the friendships with Ethan and the others that she had formed in recent months. Parts of her new world and old world integrated themselves with each other quite. Anne and DeShawn joined Hannah’s board game group. Anne was a natural fit, but Hannah couldn’t help but find something humorous about the massive black giant enthusiastically playing board games with a group that was primarily white, pudgy, and male. Malcom of course, became a frequent fuck buddy. The first board game night Hannah attended with him, she made several strategic errors, so distracted was she by memories of that massive black cock pounding into her various orifices. She rallied from behind to win that night’s session, but she insisted on driving Malcolm home. As soon as they got into her car, she fucked his brains out. The nerdy girl had never been much of an athlete, and was in fact, a bit of a klutz. But motivated by lust, she found hidden reserves of dexterity and flexibility that allowed them to enjoy a vigorous fuckfest in her small, compact car.

Hannah remained a brilliant student She remained an avid nerd. She remained a kind and patient friend. But now, she was also a sex-crazed whore. And proud of it!

Jessica watched in pride as Hannah came out of her shell. The sweet, funny, intelligent girl that Jessica had come to know in the past few months was unchanged. But the shy, anxious and sometimes overly judgmental girl was a thing of the past. Hannah still went on about her board games, still engaged in Jessica in stimulating conversations about literature, still remained one of the stars of their book club, but also enjoyed getting dicked down and voraciously lapped away at other woman's pussies on the regular. She no longer seemed frightened of her own shadow or leery of meeting new people. The old Hannah hadn’t been replaced. The Hannah she knew and loved so well had simply grown.

Charlotte sometimes gave Hannah dirty looks, still not quite adjusted to her friend and roommates new wardrobe and vocabulary. Hannah had never uttered even minor swears before, and now she even dropped the occasional f-bomb. Still, Charlotte managed to hold back from lecturing Hannah or breaking into an outburst similar to that Saturday morning of a few weeks ago. As much as she questioned some of Hannah’s new lifestyle choices, she also noticed that she was happier, calmer. Hannah noticed the judgmental looks from the brunette, but took them in stride. She remembered that only a few weeks ago, her own outlook on life wasn’t so different. She remembered her initial judgment of Jessica. For the sake of peace, she tried to refrain from profanity around Charlotte…but when one spent so much time calling out profane litanies while being pounded by black cock, the occasional swear word slipped into everyday conversation. And well, she was going to dress how she wanted to dress.

Before long, Hannah had settled happily into her new life. She kept her old friends and interests, maintained her stellar academic record, and enjoyed a steady regiment of cock and pussy.

****

On a Sunday night, about a month after Hannah’s conversion, she was flopped out on her couch next to Charlotte. Both girls were exhausted after a grueling weekend of paper writing. The two shared a class which had a major research paper due the next Monday, and the pair had spent all weekend making sure their work was perfect.

Hannah wore a tiny pair of shorts, which covered less than any of the underpants owned by Charlotte, and a lowcut, white tank top which left about her stomach entirely exposed. Charlotte wore baggy, light grey sweats. If Charlotte’s head were covered, an observer would have no idea what sex she was.

Hannah felt slightly grumpy as she had missed out on a small orgy that Friday night and had to turn and invitation from Malcolm, Lucas, and Jessica to join in a foursome on Saturday, but she was too good-natured to complain or to take her frustration out on Charlotte or anyone else. Braindead, the two watched whatever streaming show they had randomly selected, barely paying attention to the plot.

Hannah’s phone chirped. She grabbed it, and saw a new notification from “Sluts R’ Us,” the she had given the group thread of her inner circle of whores.

“Hey ladies!” Anne texted. “Met a new stud! Going to see how he works for the rest of the group!”

Jessica simply responded by tagging the picture with an image of a heart.

A picture then popped up of Anne, looking up at a phone camera and smiling with her arm wrapped around the waist of a handsome man who dwarfed her in size.

“You go girl! Let us know how he is!” Chloe texted.

“Looks delicious!” Sophie agreed.

“I’m surprised you’re not all fucked out from last night…” Christine added, sending emojis of eggplants and squirting water.

“Last night was epic! Remind me to send pics and videos later.” That was Terry.

“Have fun, sweetie!” Hannah added a smiley face with hearts for eyes to her text. She had been deprived that weekend, but she couldn’t begrudge her friends their fun.

A few minutes later, another alert chimed on Hannah’s phone. This was a closeup of Anne’s face, smiling happily as held a massive, 11 inch, coal black rod against her face. “He’s not even fully hard yet!” She captioned the photo. Hannah gulped and glanced over at Charlotte, whose attention remained fix on the television in front of them.

Another picture came through. This was a wider angle selfie of Anne and her new stud, showing their entire bodies. Both were now nude, and Anne clutched his cock, which had now grown to thirteen inches, with her hand! “All right, we’re about to do this!” The message read.

Hannah smiled as she recognized a distinctive dresser in the background. Anne was in a dorm which was only a few minutes away from Hannah’s at a brisk walking pace!

Hannah looked over at Charlotte again. Still oblivious.

“Hey girl,” Hannah texted. “I missed out on fucking this weekend…mind if I join?”

“Of course!” Anne responded. “Always happy to share with a fellow nympho!” She then added a room number. “I’ll ask him to leave the door unlocked!”

“Get pictures and vids!” Chloe added.

Hannah shot up from the couch with a renewed burst of energy and scurried towards the door, almost falling over as she scrambled to put a pair of flip flops on. Charlotte looked at her quizzically.

“Uhhh…I have something I REALLY need to take care of…was too busy for it this weekend.” Hannah explained honestly.

Charlotte was about to encourage Hannah to put something more decent on, but cut herself off. As Hannah darted out the door, slamming it behind her, Charlotte thought to herself “The poor girl is going to be awfully cold.”

Hannah wasn’t cold. Her body was flushed with heat as her horniness and excitement grew with each step she took. When she finally arrived at the room number provided by Anne, she turned the door knob in anticipation and entered into a typical, college aged male’s dorm room. It was cluttered with random items, and decorated with posters of sports teams, bands, and barely clothed women.

Hannah scanned the room and before long her eyes fell upon Anne and the stranger. Anne was completely nude, her head bobbing up and down between the man’s massive legs. The stranger’s head rolled back in pleasure and his eyes were clothed.

Hannah licked her lips and grinned. She pulled her tank top over her head, throwing it to the side, before peeling her shorts down and kicking her shorts off. Having elected to forgo panties that evening, she now joined Anne and her new friend in their total nudity.

Hannah quietly walked over to the pair, before gently pushing one of the stud’s legs to the side so she could kneel down next to Anne. Anne’s head moved up and down his shaft with vigor, and Hannah wasn’t sure if either of them had yet noticed her arrival.

Wanting to announce herself without startling the pair, she gently placed her hand on Anne’s back and tickled the man’s massive balls. Still nothing. “I guess they’re really into each other,” Hannah thought to herself. She moved down and cupped Anne’s groin, sticking two of her fingers up her friend’s pussy, and leaned her head down to lick the man’s ball sack.

That got their attention! The man snapped his eyes open and looked down at Hannah. He was huge, easily dwarfing the petite redhead in size. Still, he looked down at her with a warm, friendly smile. Anne popped her head off his cock and smiled dreamily as she looked at Hannah.

“Oh, Hannah! You made it!” Anne said, as casually as if Hannah had walked into a tea party.

“Here I am! Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?”

“Oh, how rude of me! I got caught up in the moment!” Anne responded, looking slightly embarrassed at the faux pas.

“Hannah this is…” Anne’s voice trailed off in thought as she looked up at the behemoth. “Um, could you remind me your name again? Sorry!!!!” Anne giggled.

The giant chuckled with a deep baritone. “Mark. My name is Mark. Nice to meet you, Hannah.”

“Nice to meet you too, Mark!” Hannah said, and then engulfed his massive cock with her mouth, bouncing her head up and down the shaft with ease and sucking and licking along its length as she worked. Not wanting to be selfish, she pulled it out of her mouth and extended it to Anne, who took it in her mouth and repeated the same ministrations. Hannah ducked her head down and began working at the balls, occasionally flicking her tongue into her new friend’s asshole, while the Anne went to work on the shaft.

The pair of sluts switched off between the balls and the shafts for some time, occasionally taking a break to make out with each other, when they heard the door open. Three other men, just as dark and just as large as Mark entered the room.

Hannah and Anne looked back in unison at the sound. When they saw the new arrivals, they exchanged happy smiles, eyes alight with joy and excitement.

“I think,” Hannah grinned, “We’re going to have a long night!”

***

The Friday after her impromptu gangbang duet with Anne, Hannah blinked her eyes as she looked into her bedroom mirror, adjusting to the feeling of contact lens and the clear sight of her glasses-free face.

“It’s not about vanity!” Jessica had explained. “It’s practical. You’re going to be enjoying a lot of gangbangs and orgies now. If you keep wearing your glasses to them, they’re going to get lost or broken. Not that it hurts to see those beautiful emerald peepers!”

Hannah had acquiesced to this pragmatic line of argument. She’d worn glasses for nearly her entire life, and despite her newfound love for debauched sexual activity, she didn’t want to shed something that had been part of her own self-image before so long. And, if she were honest with herself, she thought they were pretty cute on their own! But, she’d seen the chaos and frenzy of enough orgies and gangbangs to know that, before long, they’d get broken or lost if she didn’t make a change. And she wanted to see everything that unfolded around her with complete clarity, so just leaving them behind wasn’t always an option!

“So you’re set on the purple dress?” a completely nude Jess asked from across the room. She was shuffling through the bag she had brought for that evening.

“Yup!” Hannah chirped. “It’s so pretty!”

“And slutty!” Jess added, strolling towards Hannah, who sat wearing only a black thong in front of her bedroom vanity, with a make-up kit. Jess grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to Hannah and began to apply carefully apply dark eyeshadow, blush, and mascara. Ever since her initiation into slutdom, Hannah had come to appreciate the beauty of the human body and understood that she too, was beautiful. But between trying to keep up with her studies, friendships and hobbies—and her now very active sex life—she hadn’t had the time to sit down and watch make up tutorials or learn about all the different beauty supplies that were so popular. They’d just never been part of her life before, and she only had so many hours in the day.

“Now hold still!” Jessica gently admonished the petite redhead, who was so brimming with excitement that she practically bounced in her seat.

As Jess fussed with Hannah’s makeup, Charlotte sat on the couch in their living room trying to read a book. She couldn’t bring herself to focus. About a half hour earlier, Jessica had knocked on the dorm room door, carrying several bags. She wore a tiny pair of denim shorts and a tight, spaghetti strap tank top that cut off halfway down her stomach. Hannah had darted out of her room to greet her, and the two shared a long, lingering embrace and whispered things into each other’s ears that Charlotte couldn’t make out.

“So ummm….I didn’t think we had a movie night planned?” Charlotte asked, tentatively.

Jessica approached her, stopping uncomfortably close to her, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Oh no, Charlotte. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow? Hannah and I have an…event…with some other friends.”

Hannah sidled up next to Jess and placed a comforting hand on Charlotte’s other shoulder. “We’re going to a nightclub. We would have invited you, but we don’t think its quite your thing. I hope you’re not hurt! We’d totally love for you to tag along, but well…” She trailed off, seemingly unable to come up with an adequate explanation. Her eyes lit up and she flashed Charlotte a friendly “We’ll totally hang out soon!”

Jessica said “You know, if you wanted to change out of those dowdy sweats and get out of the dorms tonight, I think the rest of the group would welcome you…they’re a very friendly bunch!”

Hannah elbowed Jessica in her side. “This REALLY isn’t Charlotte’s thing…yet. Don’t pressure her too much!” She gave Charlotte a more serious look. “If you’re ever interested in joining us, I know you’d be a welcome addition. But maybe let’s get you into some more relaxed social settings first. I’m afraid that little Southern Republican head of yours isn’t quite ready for a full on club night!”

Charlotte studied her two friends carefully. It was a Friday night, and Hannah had been spending more time outside the dorms with Jessica and her other new friends. She remembered her call with Hannah from more than a month ago, when the normally reserved wallflower had been so out of breath from dancing that she could barely have a coherent conversation.

Charlotte had been worried that Hannah was experimenting with drugs or alcohol that night, but she hadn’t seen signs of intoxication since, and in fact Hannah had rolled her eyes at a table of stoners across the cafeteria just a few days ago.

“I’m sure smoking weed can be fun,” she had explained to Charlotte. “But sitting around puffing on a joint seems like such a waste of time. There are so many more enjoyable ways to spend your time!”

“Agreed!” Anne, now a frequent lunch partner of the roommates, had chimed in. “I’m not going to judge them…I love a good time…but I can think of SEVERAL activities that are a lot more fun.”

Jessica, the final member of that day’s lunch crew, sighed. “Don’t knock it until you try it, ladies. I agree, you shouldn’t sit around on the couch stoned all day, but the occasional puff can be quite enjoyable, in the right context. I know for a fact there’s lots of things you would have dismissed not that long ago that you now relish!”

Her eyes twinkled with a mysterious glint as she gave the raven-haired conservative prude a sly smile. “Charlotte, here for instance, used to think all movies were just mindless Hollywood dreck. Now she’s quite the film buff! I think we should be proud of people for expanding their horizons, for stretching their boundaries, for stuffing the…gaps…in their…lives…”

Charlotte was confused as all three of her tablemates looked like they were having an increasingly difficult time stifling laughter at Jessica’s speech. She guessed Jessica had a point. She knew lots of young woman went to dance clubs and parties, as Hannah had recently had, and supposed she was glad that she wasn’t becoming some junkie…but she still worried about some boy trying to paw his hands all over her naïve roommate!

Now, Charlotte and Hannah stood in their dorm room, looking at her consolingly…almost as if they pitied her. Perhaps Charlotte did need to get out more. But no way was she going to let some horny frat boy paw his hands all over her body! Remembering her conversation with her mother and her earlier resolution, she bit her tongue to avoid launching into a lecture about the dangers of horny college boys, dance clubs, and whatever else Hannah and Jessica were getting themselves into.

“Movie night tomorrow sounds great!” She said, almost too cheerfully as she tried to choke back her concern.

“Great! It’s a date!” Hannah replied, before grabbing Jess by the hand and pulling her into her room. As the door slammed, Charlotte tried to settle down for the evening and not to think about her two friends’ mysterious antics.

“Hold still, Hannah!” Jessica repeated, back in Hannah’s dorm room. “I know you’re excited, but I want to make sure you look is just right for tonight.” The once taciturn nerd was bursting with excitement, peppering Jessica with questions about the events that would unfold tonight and nearly bouncing out of her chair.

“Besides,” Jess went on. “I saw that video of the gangbang you and Anne had last week. Such naughty, filthy whores! And after our foursome with Malcom, Lucas, and Terry on Wednesday, I think you’d be a little bit more satiated!”

“Sorry,” Hannah said, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “It’s just well…I didn’t know what going to happen last time you took me to a party…and it was so much fun! And now that I know what’s going to go down…GOD!” Hannah broke off her statement with an excited utterance.

Hannah had kept her promise not to lie to Charlotte. The pair were headed to a nightclub. But they weren’t going just to dance. No, this was yet another asset that had been purchased by Valerie Penfield and made available to her licentious crew of sluts! Tonight, it would play host to a massive orgy. Jessica had explained that not only would the regular group of campus libertines be there, but studs and sluts throughout the community. The thought of yet another large-scale orgy, with a new selection of studs and sluts to fuck, had been driving Hannah wild with anticipation ever since Jess had invited her to the event.

Hannah used her all her willpower to sit still and let Jessica finish her work, images of giant black cocks and tight, wet pussies flashing through her mind.

“There!” Jessica declared. “I think we’ve got just the right mix of whorish and classy!”

Hannah studied herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flush but didn’t look unnatural. Her eyelashes were longer than she’d ever seen them, and dark eyeshade framed her bright green eyes. Her lips were bright red, provocative, but not garish. She smiled. “One day,” she thought to herself, “I really need to take the time to learn make up.”

“Thank you Jessica!” she squealed, embracing her friend in a tight hug.

“Of course,” Jess returned the squeeze. “Now go get dressed while I get ready!”

Hannah scurried off into her closet and pulled her chosen dress of the evening from its hanger. She pulled it over body with some effort, squeezing to get the extraordinarily tight garment on. The was one of the simpler items that had been delivered. It was a tube dress, which clung to every inch of her body, and left her shoulders bare. It also left vast amounts of her upper chest exposed, and her breasts threatened to pop out with a single wrong movement. It was equally short, cutting off only a few precarious inches below her ass. And it’s size wasn’t the only thing that made it unfathomably daring to the Hannah of several weeks ago! Horizontal cutouts along the front exposed yet more of Hannah’s body, giving spectators a tantalizing glimpse at her breasts and stomach. Cutouts along the hips also exposed the straps of her thong.

Hannah next strapped on a pair of heels. It took a while for her to figure out how to properly fasten all the straps, but she prevailed. She wobbled out of her closet, trying to adapt to wearing something other than tennis shoes or ballet flats.

Once she finally emerged, Jessica turned to her with a radiant smile. “You look amazing!” She said proudly.

“Thanks,” Hannah blushed. “You don’t look half-bad yourself.”

Jessica was far more experienced with the vagaries of slutwear, and had managed to put her outfit for the night on much more quickly. Her dress was as short and tight as Hannah’s, but red. It was held up by a thin, halter strap and deeply low cut. Three circular cutouts held together by delicate clasps displayed the inner curves of her breasts and stomach, and her back was entirely bare.

Jessica studied Hannah with a slight frown as she approached her. She fiddled with Hannah’s dress for a bit, straightening it and adjusting it. “We want to keep everything in until the right moment, dear! She explained. “Otherwise you’ll get arrested…or give Charlotte a heart attack on our way out the door!”

The two shared a laugh at that, which was interrupted by a chirp from Jessica’s phone.

“Lucas is here to pick us up!” She said. “Let’s go!” She tugged Hannah by the hand and the two made their way out the door.

Charlotte looked up when she heard the door to Hannah’s bedroom swing open. Her eyes bulged out in shock at the sight of the pair that emerged! If Hannah and Jessica were completely nude, their appearance would have been more modest!

“See you later, Charlotte!” Hannah said cheerily. “Don’t wait up for me, I’m not sure when we’ll back…but I’m gonna be in good hands tonight!”

Nonchalantly, Jessica added “I hope you have a good night, hon. Text me what you want to watch tomorrow, and I’ll make to check it out from the library, ok?”

Charlotte said nothing, mouth agape and eyes bulging as the two left.

“Gosh, the poor girl looked like we were getting gangbanged right in front of her!” Hannah giggled as she walked towards the dorm hall’s exit, arm-in-arm with Jess.

“I know! You’re going to have your work cut out for you!” Jess laughed.

***

Lucas’ car drove the streets of the city as Hannah chattered happily with Anne and Chloe, who had they picked up, in the backseat. Jess, who had taken the front seat, sometimes looked back to share in the group’s excited conversation and laughter.

After a few minutes, Lucas pulled up in front of a small, unassuming looking building in a trendy part of downtown. Unlike many of the other clubs the group had passed, this had no long line of revelers waiting for bouncers to let them in. A single man, pale and too small to be a bouncer, stood outside a small door. Jess strode up to him and gave him a quick hug.

“Great to see you Jess, Lucas. Hey there Chloe!” The man greeted the group. “Looks like we have some newcomers!” he turned to Hannah and Anne.

“Oh yes,” Jess said proudly. “They joined us recently. They’re wonderful additions!”

“It’s a delight to meet you ladies,” the man extended his hand to Hannah and Anne, shaking each of their own in turn. “I hope we can chat later!”

With that, he opened the door to the building. The group entered, and Hannah and Anne exchanged inquisitive looks. The building looked like some sort of abandoned shop. It was clean and well-lit but occupied only by bare shelves and empty aisles.

“So…he doesn’t exactly seem like one of the regular members of this group…” Hannah said tentatively, once the door closed behind him.

“Oh, that’s Calvin.” Jessica explained. “He’s a junior executive at Pensworth Industries. I think Archie wants to marry him off to Maura. Anyhow, Valerie wanted to make sure he understood her lifestyle before he started actually courting her. Some people don’t take too well to it—they get hung up over the debauchery, or white women who are so into black guys. But he seems cool with everything. And, no, he’s not some secret sex god. When he said he wanted to chat with you, he meant he just wanted to chat with you. And you should! He may not be a sex god, but he’s a sweet, smart guy.”

“Now, follow me!” she commanded. She strode off towards the back of the room, accompanied by Chloe and Lucas, who seemed less confused by the environment.

Anne and Hannah trotted uncertainly behind the group, when Jess stopped in front of what looked like a service elevator. She pressed the call button, and the doors pulled open to reveal a grungy looking elevator car. Jess, Lucas, and Chloe entered it quickly.

“Well, come on!” Chloe urged the newcomers.

Hannah and Anne looked at each other doubtfully before entering the elevator. Jessica pressed the down button and hummed a jaunty tune to herself as the group descended in what was otherwise silence.

***
Charlotte sat on the couch, her book face down and spread out where she had left off, but otherwise forgotten. What the hell were Jess and Hannah up to!? They were going to a nightclub…things happened at nightclubs. But…Hannah had so recently scorned drugs. She couldn’t be up anything that bed. But…THAT DRESS!?!?

“What the hell are Hannah and Jess up to!?” The thought kept racing through her mind.

***

The elevator pinged at finished its descent and the doors swung open. Hannah blinked as flashing lights and pounding music flooded her senses. Jess took her by her hands as Chloe took Anne by her hands, pulling the stunned pair into what looked—despite being below an abandoned—all the world like a trendy, exclusive nightclub.

“We kind of want privacy,” Lucas explained. “There’s a lot of wealthy and powerful people who are into this lifestyle, and they don’t need their shit all over the media. And even us regular people—hopefully, society will change, but for now some discretion is wise.”

The group reached a well-stocked bar, tended too by scantily clad bartenders in their mid-twenties who flirted with the customers as they served up drink. They found Terry chatting happily with Malcom at a table near the bar.

“Hey guys!” Terri said, waving them over. “Open bar! Go get drinks if you want!”

Jessica smiled at Hannah. “Well, sweetie. Want to try something.”

Hannah hesitated. “Hmmm. Well...if it’s an open bar…um I don’t really drink…maybe I’ll try a glass of wine?”

Jessica frowned. “It’s not really a club drink…but whatever you’re comfortable with. Lucas?” She turned to her dearest male friend with a winning smile. “I’ll be right back ladies!”

Chloe and Terri exchanged a deep kiss and wrapped their arms each other as Jess, Hannah, and Anne found their own spots around the table. As the group tried to carry on a conversation over the pounding of the club’s loud music, Lucas returned with the drinks.

Hannah gazed at the wine glass curiously. She took a tentative sniff of the dark liquid within, and wrinkled her nose a little. It didn’t really smell appetizing. She took a careful snip, and her face winced at the acrid flavor which filled her mouth. Still, she swallowed. She couldn’t say she enjoyed the flavor of the new drink, but she did feel a warm, pleasant tingling sensation. Nothing compared to the warm, pleasant, tingling sensation of having one of her holes filled with black cum…but pleasant nonetheless.

“Don’t worry, hon” Jess said, seeing Hannah’s pained reaction. “It’s an acquired taste.”

Hannah just nodded sheepishly.

A new trio approached the group of college students. Hannah gulped as she recognized the billionaire Quentin Freeman walking towards her and her friends, arm-in-arm with Valerie and Maura Pensworth, the mother ******** pair she had met the night after her first orgy! And what more—all three were naked! Indeed, the disheveled hair, splotches of fluid covering their bodies and leaking from their pussies, and smeared make up told Hannah that the ladies had already been through several rounds of thorough fucking!

Valerie broke off from Quentin’s arm, rushing towards Hannah and embracing her, bare breasts crushing against Hannah’s body. “It’s so lovely to see you hear, my dear! I so hoped that I’d get to see you in action after the last party.” She gave Hannah a tight squeeze.

Maura broke off from Quentin to hug Jessica. “I’m glad you brought your new friends! It’s been a great night already!”

Valerie blushed. “Oh, how could I be so rude?” she asked herself, seemingly embarrassed.

“Quentin, I don’t think you’ve met Hannah, or Anne. They’re new additions to our little…’club.’ Jess brought in Hannah and Christine brought in Anne.”

Quentin flashed a wide, dazzling smile and extended his hand in greetings to each of the girls.

“My, my, I have to make time for these two tonight! What lovely creatures you both are!”

Hannah and Anne giggled and blushed, at a loss for words in response to the older but charming, handsome, and very naked man!

“Anyways,” Valerie said. “Sophie and Christine are already up in the orgy room. Helen too! It’s WILD there tonight, the wildest I’ve seen it in a long time. Are they working you too hard at the college?”

Chloe laughed. “Nothing we can’t handle! I think everyone’s just extra horny tonight!”

Hannah gulped. Wild orgy room? That sounded fun—in fact, she felt her pussy began to soak through her panties at the thought. But…well, her sexual inhibitions weren’t coming back, but her shyness was. She definitely wanted to get her holes—all of them—well stuffed tonight, but there were so many new people to meet in such a short period of time!

Malcolm saw the look of concern on her face. He placed a comforting hand over hers. “Not ready for a full-on orgy again, yet?”

Hannah looked at him, a meek smile on her face. “Not just yet…tonight for sure! But…I think I'd like to mingle a bit beforehand?”

“Of course,” Malcolm said. “I got a table with some people; they’re setting it up just now. We can chill for a bit before we get you gangbanged tonight.”

Hannah sighed and wrapped her arms around Malcolm’s neck in a grateful embrace. “Thank you! That’s just what I need!”

Jess tapped Hannah on the shoulder. “You’re going to be okay with Malcom and his buddies, right? I REALLY like the sound of this orgy room. Is it cool if I go check out?”

“Of course!” Hannah responded. “Don’t worry about me for a minute! And…I’ll be up there soon enough! We’ll be getting gang-fucked side-by-side tonight, don’t doubt it for a second!”

“Thanks, sweetie!” Jessica pecked her on the cheek. “See you soon!” She winked, before Valerie took her by the hand and led her away, along with Maura and Quentin.

“Hey, wait up for me! I want to check out this wild orgy room!” Chloe called out as she scampered to keep up with the group.

****

Charlotte paced back and forth across her living room, pausing to stare at her phone which lay on the coffee table whenever she passed it. She was going to lead by example. She was going to guide Hannah gracefully, subtly, silently. She wasn’t going to lecture Hannah, or harangue, or judge her.

But…it had been more than an hour since Hannah had left in that…that outfit! And she hadn’t answered any of Charlotte’s texts. What could Hannah be up to? Surely it wouldn’t hurt to give her a ring, just to see if she was okay. Charlotte had called her more than once since that first night when she had disappeared with Jessica. Hannah often sounded strange, preoccupied during those calls, but she always had an explanation for what was happening. And she never seemed to get mad at Charlotte for them. Indeed, since that first blow up the pair had gotten along rather well.

Charlotte grabbed her phone and called her roommate.

After a few rings, a masculine voice answered.

“Hey Charlotte!” Malcolm said, friendly as ever. “Hannah’s a bit busy right now. She asked me to talk to you, see if everything’s okay!”

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. Malcolm was one of Hannah’s new friends. He came by their dorm room to watch TV and generally hang out, and frequently joined the roommates in the cafeteria for meals. Charlotte had grown to like the awkward nerd. There relationship was somewhat tinted by a sense of guilt on Charlotte’s part. Malcolm was a genuinely nice and interesting person, but she knew back home that his skin color and nerdiness would have resulted in relentless bullying.

Still, if Hannah were with Malcom, she couldn’t be getting into too much trouble. No way the awkward, dorky guy would be part of something wild or sinful!

“Yea, Hannah’s good, we’re just hanging out at this club…we found a quiet spot away from the crowd.” Malcolm explained. “Oh, I think she wants to talk to you! Give me a second!”

***

Malcolm sat on a sofa in a private, VIP room off to the side of the club. The music still played, but it was quieter and more peaceful here.

He leaned back, enjoying the sight of Hannah’s breasts bouncing and jiggling in front of him. Hannah was keeping herself quite busy, and while Malcom wasn’t on the receiving end of her efforts, he still enjoyed watching his slutty friend at work. Lucas sat on the sofa across from Malcolm, and Hannah straddled him, her dress pulled down to expose her tits as she fucked him in a reverse cowgirl position. Some stranger had wondered into the VIP room looking for his friends. Now, he perched on the sofa next to Lucas and Hannah as she eagerly sucked his dick.

Anne knelt between Malcom’s knees, naked except for her heels, happily sucking on his cock.



To his right, Professor Tracy Suffolk was stripped completely nude. She straddled DeShawn, the most well-endowed of the fuck group, who also sat to Malcom’s left, and made out with him as she bounced up and down on his cock while he gripped her hips. Tracy had reserved the VIP room (of course a valued slut wouldn’t have to pay for such a service at this establishment) and was of course happy to share it with some of her favorite students. Jerry was at home taking care of their dogs, but Tracy had insisted that the group get lots of pictures and video of her in action so the couple could watch them later.

Sophie, wearing only a pair of sheer black nylon stockings sat to his left, trying to at least appear to be paying attention as he explained his latest thoughts on the rule changes in the newest edition of his latest board game, and occasionally making half-hearted efforts to shift the conversation to something more interesting. She had wandered down from the orgy room to relax for a bit and regain her stamina.

Anne and Hannah were frustrating her efforts to steer the conversation towards more interesting topics, as they occasionally pulled their busy mouths out of the cocks they were tending to so they could chime in with their own thoughts and commentary on Malcom’s musings.

Hannah’s phone, which sat next to her discarded thong and shoes on the table between the sofas, began to ring. Malcolm craned his neck to check the caller ID.

“Oh, hey Hannah. Charlotte is calling you.” He laughed. “You’ve got a real mother hen there!”

Hannah guffawed a little around the cock in her mouth.

“You want me to talk to her?” Malcolm asked. “You know if you don’t pick up, she’s going to be calling all night.”

Without removing her mouth from the cock, Hannah nodded. She listened to Malcolm reassure Charlotte for a few moments before she gestured for him to give her the phone. As he passed the phone over the table, Hannah popped the stranger’s cock out of her mouth and waved her hands, shooing him to back a bit.

Once he was comfortably far away, Hannah pointed the phone to herself and switched on the video call feature, Lucas’ cock still embedded deeply within her pussy.

***

Back in their dorm suite, Charlotte waited anxiously. She heard a beeping sound indicating that Hannah was trying to start a video call, and moved the phone in front of her.

Hannah’s face popped up on the screen. She was sweaty, her eyes were slightly hooded and her makeup had begun to run, but she otherwise looked happy, lucid, and safe. She swayed a little, in tune with the music which played in the background. Sometimes, her bare shoulders popped into the frame, which reminded Charlotte of the scandalous outfit that Hannah had left in earlier that evening.

“Hey Charlotte!” She said, cheerfully but casually. “I’m having a great time. Really enjoying the pulse…and rhythm…of this place. They’ve got a great DJ! He really knows how to stroke a crowd! Or at least, this member of the crowd!”

She smiled, seeming as if she were trying to stifle a giggle.

“Oh hey,” Charlotte said. “I’m glad you’re having a good time. Um, you seem a little flushed, you’re not drinking or anything, are you?”

“Nope!” Hannah shook her head. “Completely, 100% sober! Just really getting into the energy of this place. Like I’ve said, there’s a lot of ways you can have fun!”

“Oh, that’s good...” Charlotte said.

“Listen, I really appreciate you looking out for me. But I really can take care of myself! Besides, I’m with Lucas and Malcom! And Jess! You know they wouldn’t anything bad happen to me! Anyhow, don’t wait up for me! The night is still young and there’s still so many…I mean so much…I want to do!” With that, the screen went blank.

Charlotte sighed and thought about the conversation that had just taken place. Hannah had seemed odd, but odd conversations with Hannah after she slipped away from their suite were becoming commonplace. It was clear that Hannah was in some group of people though, so she couldn’t be getting into that much trouble or doing anything that naughty!

Charlotte decided that Hannah had still maintained her virtue, and returned to her book. Still, she thought, with that dress she remained in danger. She’d need to redouble her efforts to be a good moral exemplar for Hannah.

***

As Hannah hung up the phone and tossed it back on the table, she increased the intensity and speed of her bouncing on Lucas’s cocks and burst into laughter. From underneath her, Lucas asked “You never get tired of that gag, do you?”

Hannah wiped away tears of laughter from her face. “God help me, I don’t. I love Charlotte, but she’s so fun to mess with!”

Anne popped her head off of Malcolm’s cock and turned to address Hannah. “Be nice to Charlotte! You know she means well!” She stood and kicked off her heels. The lithe brunette was now entirely naked. She turned around to face Hannah and away from Malcolm.

“I am nice to Charlotte!” Hannah protested. “I’m just having a little fun with her.”

“It’ll kill your little running joke,” Anne rebutted, squatting over Malcolm’s still erect rod. “But…uggghhhhhh…” She groaned as she sank down, holding Malcom’s cock as she slid it into her pussy. “The nicest you can do for her…fuckkkkk I love your cock Malcolm….the nicest thing you can do for her…is to get her fucked! Bring her into the fold! Convert her into one of us!”

Hannah opened her mouth, not sure whether to argue with Anne or to agree with her, but her words were cut off by the arrival of Quentin, who walked into their VIP room with Chloe on his arm.

“DeShawn!” Chloe said happily. “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Oh hey…ummm…fucckkk…slow down baby!” Tracy stammered out her words. “Chloe, I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your man for a bit!”

“Of course not!” Chloe said. “He’s not just a big cock! The man’s got great fucking skills, am I right?”

“Oh, fuck, god yes!” Tracy agreed enthusiastically.

Quentin approached Hannah as she continued to grind into Lucas’ cock.

“My dear,” he said, smiling down at her calmly. “You’re the talk of the town in the orgy room. I just had to come and visit our newest talent.”

Hannah smiled up at him, a wicked glint in her eye.

***
Charlotte turned off the lights in the girls’ shared living room and began to get ready for bed. As she brushed her teeth, gargled her mouthwash, and climbed into bed, the internal she had been trying to quell continued to rage.

Hannah’s behavior had definitely changed in the past several weeks. She was still the sweet, funny, kind and sometimes awkward friend that Charlotte had come to treasure. But she was calmer, more relaxed. She greeted new people with enthusiasm, and didn’t seem so scared of the world anymore. They still had their little political debates, but no matter how far apart their positions were, Hannah never really seemed to get upset. If Hannah were getting into trouble with Jessica…was it really trouble? Hannah seemed to have really come into her own, whatever she was up to when she slipped out of their dorm.

People go through phases, Charlotte realized. And change isn’t necessarily a bad thing. A few weeks ago, she’d have turned her nose up at the friends that Hannah had recently made. Now, she realized they were all kind, intelligent people. Just…different. She was ashamed to say that, of the several black friends Hannah had introduced her to, she would have considered them different, turned away from them, simply because of her skin color. But the past few weeks had shown her how foolish that view had been.

Hannah was definitely going through some sort of phase right now. But Charlotte knew, at heart, that she was a sweet and virtuous girl, that they may have differed in many of their beliefs, but that they shared the same core values.

***********

“OHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSS FUCCCKKKKKKINNNGGG GODDDDDD” Hannah shrieked, wailing like a banshee as her limbs flailed and her body trembled uncontrollably.

She had laid on her back on the table, now stripped completely bare of clothing, as Quentin kneeled in front of her, thrusting his thirteen inch cock in and out of her body. She relished the intensity and speed of the older man’s powerful thrusts, marveling at his stamina as, despite his age, he had been plunging his organ into her tight, nineteen year old pussy for some time without any sign of fading.

Now a much more experienced slut, Hannah sensed an impending orgasm and braced herself for the waves of pleasure that would soon rock her body. Quentin was skilled, and she knew that she would cum hard, and cum soon!

Just as she approached her peak, her vision exploded into a flash of white as her pleasure transcended even what she been eagerly anticipating. As Quentin was splitting her cunt apart, a softer but skilled tongue ran it way across her labia and clit, causing her most powerful orgasm in weeks! This mixed sensation, the hard cock splitting her cunt apart, the soft tongue flicking across her pussy lips and clit, had let to her intense outburst.

As Hannah howled and thrashed about, Quentin’s cock popped out of her. As he did, Hannah felt a powerful burst of liquid erupt from her spasming pussy.

He looked down at the bucking whore and smiled fondly. He’d get his chance to spray his semen into her at some point tonight, but the beautiful young redhead was lost to him for now, and he still wanted to fuck! Sophie sat on the sofa next to them, legs spread wide as she rubber her naked cunt. He shot her a questioning glance, and she smiled and gestured for him to come forward, as she hooked her hands under her knees and held her legs up. Accepting the invitation, he leaned forward and impaled himself into the blonde graduate student’s welcoming pussy.

Meanwhile, Hannah gasped for breath and tried to remember her own name. As she came down from her orgasmic high and her vision began to regain focus, she looked up to see the smiling face of Professor Suffolk, glazed with clear, thin fluid.

“Oh wow, Professor Suffolk! Thank you! That was fucking amazing! God!” Hannah gushed, realizing who had been the source of her amplified pleasure.

Professor Suffolk laughed. “I have a modest proposal for you, dear. If either of us makes the other cum, we should be on a first name basis for at least an hour. And if either of us squirts their sex juices all over the other…same rule applies!”

Hannah clasped her hand over her mouth. “Was all that me!?!?” She asked, a hint of pride in her voice.

Tracy smiled even wider and began to nod. The professor and the student laughed together, until Tracy’s laughter halted as her mouth formed into an O, her eyes grew wide, and she let out a loud moan. Hannah recognized the sign of a woman who was enjoying being penetrated by a monster cock, and she craned her neck to see who had placed her professor in such a state. She exchanged smiles with Malcolm as he pounded into Tracy from behind. Before long, Tracy grabbed Hannah’s face and began making out with her. As Malcom’s thrusts intensified, Tracy’s body was pushed further along Hannah’s. Their kiss broke, and Tracy’s tits now swung over Hannah’s head. Without missing a beat, Hannah began sucking and licking the breasts, stopping only to let out a whimper of appreciation when she felt another cock, from some unknown source, penetrate her inner depths.

“What a wonderful night,” she thought to herself. “And I haven’t even made it up to the orgy room yet!”

***

Charlotte had been trying to sleep for hours. Determined to shut down the internal debate raging in her head, she had counted sheep, tried reading her book, paced some more. Now she just stared into the darkness. She glumly looked over at her alarm clock. 3AM! At this rate, Hannah wasn’t going to make it home. And if she didn’t come, where was she staying the night?? Some dumb frat boy’s room that she’d met at the club, probably! Hannah sighed in despair as she imagined some entitled preppy defiling her roommate.

But then, she heard someone fumbling with her door luck.

“Good night, Jess!” Hannah’s voice called out, clearly and happily. “So much fun tonight…can’t wait to do it again!”

The door closed and Charlotte darted out of her room to see Hannah. Hannah’s hair was a mess, her makeup smeared all over, her skin slick with sweat, her barely-there dress rumpled and worn askew.

But when she smiled to greet Charlotte, her eyes were clear and her voice lucid.

“Hey sweetie,” she said brightly. “I hope I didn’t wake you up!” She spoke coherently, without any of the drunken haze that was all too familiar a sight on college campuses.

“Oh, um, no, not at all.” Charlotte stammered. “You…uh…you like you had a very active night.”

“Oh, you know, lots of dancing!” Hannah shrugged. A look of concern fell across her face. “You didn’t wait up for me did you?”

Charlotte just smiled sheepishly. “I tried to go to bed. But you know I worry about you!”

“Oh sweetie!” Hannah rushed forward and pulled Charlotte into a tight hug. She smelled of perfume, and sweat, and…something else. “It really means a lot to me how much you care. But I’ve told you! I’m a big girl! I can look out for myself!”

“I know.” Charlotte said, casting her eyes down.

“I think we’re both exhausted. And I’m really looking forward to our movie night with Jessica tomorrow. So let’s go to bed, okay? I’m home, safe and sound!”

“So…you’re not mad?”

“Of course not, silly! How can I be mad at someone for trying to look out for me, even if they don’t need to?” Hannah gave Charlotte a fond pat on the cheek before pulling away. “But seriously…my bed is calling to me like a siren! See you tomorrow!”

As Hannah closed her door, Charlotte felt a mixture of relief and regret. Relief that Hannah had made her way back home, and not fallen into the bed of some twerpy undergraduate. Regret that she had ever doubted Hannah’s virtue.

Whatever superficial differences the two roommates may have, Charlotte was sure, they were two peas in a pod!