Higher Education

Charlotte listened with rapt attention to Jessica’s enthusiastic, rapid-fire explanations of the various uses of camera techniques, screen-writing tropes, and political and cultural background from the past several hours. The older blonde had treated Charlotte and Hannah to tickets to a trendy film festival that had come to their college town. Charlotte’s newfound love for movies meant she was eager to go, while Hannah simply enjoyed spending time with two of her best friends. She wasn’t quite a movie buff yet, but she appreciated the artistry on display. And Charlotte and Jessica were normally opposites: this was one of the few things they could genuinely enjoy together.

Charlotte had been having a wonderful time. Jessica was growing on her. So were all of Hannah’s friends, who, despite their often profane language, questionable fashion choices, and mysterious gatherings were a friendly, intelligent group. Charlotte often found herself joining them for meals in the cafeteria, and while they were friendly and welcoming, she couldn’t help but notice that they sometimes seemed as if they had suddenly changed the topic as she approached, and sometimes gave each other knowing glances at what Charlotte suspected was some sort of double entendre.

Charlotte couldn’t help but notice the influence Jessica seemed to increasingly wield over Hannah. Once, her roommates only fashion concerns were comfort and modesty. Now, she often seemed like she wanted to show as much as skin as she could without causing a scandal. She was once painfully shy, unless arguing some political or academic point. Now, she greeted strangers warmly, striking up conversations with people the pair randomly encountered. Over the past few weeks, Hannah waved to and embraced many people Charlotte had never seen before like good friends , even beyond the regular crew that frequently dined together in the cafeteria. Charlotte couldn’t help but notice almost all of these new acquaintances were either black men or beautiful women. Hannah’s social circle had dramatically expanded. And while the Hannah of old was frequently anxious, even neurotic, Hannah’s disposition had become increasingly more calm and placid. Still, she continued to excel in classes and maintain the same hobbies which Charlotte saw as endearingly dorky. And while Hannah sometimes stayed out late with Jessica, she always came home, so she couldn’t be out gallivanting and sleeping around with strange men. Charlotte wasn’t sure what to make of the new Hannah, but she seemed happier and more open, without losing the qualities that had made the two such good friends despite their differences in the first place.

For her part, Hannah took Charlotte’s occasional late-night, worried calls and texts in stride, recognizing that her conservative roommate, was, in her own mind, looking out for her. And since Hannah and Jessica had begun to bring Charlotte into the less obscene group activities, she noticed that Charlotte had seemed increasingly less judgmental and more open.

“Oooh, this place has great tapas!” Jess gushed, as they passed a busy looking restaurant. “You hungry girls?”

“I could definitely eat,” Charlotte said. “Me too!” Hannah agreed.

The trio entered and were quickly seated. “See?” Jess grinned, as Hannah and Charlotte sidled into the seat across from her. “It’s good to be a hottie travels with other hotties!”

Charlotte just blushed and Hannah giggled. “Charlotte here is a classy, Christian lady. She would NEVER use her sex appeal to get ahead!”

Charlotte sputtered at that. Why was her female roommate talking about her sex appeal? And besides-since when Hannah okay with playing up women’s sex appeal? “What about the inequities of objectifying women?” Charlotte asked, teasing her liberal roommate. “What about the patriarchy?”

Hannah curled her lips upwards in a sly smile. “Who says using your sex appeal means you’re playing into the patriarchy? What’s wrong with men enjoying women, or women enjoying men?”

Charlotte sighed at that. At least Hannah and Jessica had decided to tone down the sex appeal tonight. Jess wore a tight, white, sleeveless top which showed a fair amount of cleavage and a pair of black slacks. Hannah wore a black, off the shoulder top which exposed a good deal of midriff and a skirt which cut off halfway to her knees, while her legs were covered with sheer black stockings. The pair looked quite sexy, especially when juxtaposed with Charlotte’s loose fitting sweater and jeans, but were modestly dressed compared to their normal standards—an accommodation to Charlotte’s standards of decency.

“I need to run the ladies’ room,” Charlotte said. “Can you guys order for me?”

As she left the table, Hannah clutched Jessica’s hands.

“Tonight’s been great!” She said, making eye contact with Jessica and smiling earnestly. “But I’d really like to get fucked!”

Jessica chuckled and playfully swatted at Hannah’s hands. “You really are a cock-crazed slut!” she said.

“Hey now!” Hannah replied. She twisted her mouth into an exaggerated frown and placed her arms akimbo, hands on her hips, as if she took umbrage at Jessica’s statement. But her eyes still danced with mirth and the edges of her mouth twitched like she was trying to stifle a laugh. “I love pussy too!” She said, with mock seriousness. Unable to keep up her charade, she laughed as she stuck two of her fingers and front of her mouth and stuck her tongue out between them, flicking it and back forth as she mimicked cunnilingus.

The two nymphos burst into laughter together at Hannah’s lewd gesture. “Oh geez,” Jessica gasped. “Stop it! Can you imagine Charlotte’s reaction if she saw that?”

Hannah’s laughter grew harder at the question. “I mean, I’m sure she’d freak out…but given how much I do the real thing…and all the other things I’ve been getting up to…maybe she should catch a glimpse of the new me!”

As the pair’s laughter died down, Jessica said more seriously. “I’m trying to set something up for later this weekend. I agree it’s been too long since we’ve been fucked together—it’s been what, three days since I’ve been able to see you take a giant black cock up that tight little cunt?”

Hannah nodded eagerly. “I’m horny as fuck right now, but I guess it wouldn’t be fair to ditch poor Charlotte. And I am having a really good time with you guys!”

“Still,” Jess said. “We need to convert the prude! As lovely as tonight has been, imagine how much better it would be if all three of us were headed back to my apartment to get gang-fucked by a dozen studs!”

Hannah licked her lips and eyes glazed over with lust. “I’m getting soaked just thinking about it! But a dozen…” She looked thoughtful. “We’d need to call Anne and Sophie, I think!”

Jess nodded. “Well, it’s time to stop fantasizing. I think she’s almost ready.” She gulped and looked side to side, almost as if she were nervous. “I think this is finally the last week of Charlotte’s closely guarded chastity!”

Hannah arched her eyebrows. “The party last weekend was fucking intense! I can't imagine bringing a new girl to something like that...my first one was so much more tame! I didn’t think there’d be a new one so soon.”

Jess shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s the right approach for our girl. Here’s what I’m thinking…”

After having gotten a little lost on the way back from the bathroom—perhaps because she felt so flustered from the once-reserved Hannah’s playful comments about enjoying men—Charlotte approached her table. Hannah and Jessica heads were perched close together, and they spoke in hushed tones. Jessica waved her hands around as she seemed to be describing something enthusiastically, while Hannah leaned in and nodded along eagerly. They didn’t seem to notice the third member of their trio for that evening approach.

Charlotte cleared her throat. “Hey guys!”

Hannah and Jessica both swiveled their heads to face her, startled expressions on their faces. “Oh, umm, welcome back Charlotte.” Hannah stammered awkwardly.

“You guys weren’t talking about me, were you?” Charlotte laughed. “You guys look so startled, my ears are burning!”

More cooly, Jessica said, “Actually we were…we were just talking about how wonderful it is that you’ve been spreading your wings and hanging out with Hannah’s new friends and with me. Malcolm and Lucas both can’t stop talking about how much they like you!”

Charlotte blushed. Malcolm and Lucas were both charming in their own different ways, and she’d genuinely begun to enjoy their company. A year ago, she’d have shunned them. Her affection for her new friends was tinged with a hint of guilt at that fact.

Jess went on. “We’d really like it if you spent more time with us.”

“Yea!” Hannah said, pounding her small fists on the table for emphasis. “I went to one of your movie…sorry ‘film’ festivals (she adopted a faux-fancy accent with that correction). Maybe you guys can come to one of my board game nights!”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “Not likely!” She then turned to Charlotte. “Why are you still standing there? Come, sit!”

Hannah scooted over to allow Charlotte to take a seat at their both. The awkward moment when Charlotte returned was quickly forgotten. The girls spent the rest of the evening talking happily, sharing jokes and thoughts about the movies from the evening and various goings on in their courses, laughing and chattering away into the night.

***

A few evenings later, Charlotte sat at her living room table in her dorm, a copy of the Wall Street Journal spread out before, unwinding after a long day of classes and studying. She wore a button down shirt and a pair of sharp but comfortable slacks. Her reading was interrupted by a soft but rapid knocking on her dorm door.

“CHARLOTTE!? CAN YOU GET THAT FOR ME?” Hannah called out from her dorm room, where she had been holed up with the door closed for the past thirty minutes.

Charlotte sighed and strolled towards the door. Hannah’s newly active social life meant all sorts of people coming to visit at all times of day, even late on school nights such as this! The relatively gentle wrapping on the door, at least, suggested it wasn’t one of the well-mannered but huge black men who had become such a frequent fixture on Hannah’s social calendar. Charlotte winced a little at her own thought. Why did she still feel so uncomfortable around so many of Hannah’s new friends, who had only been polite and friendly?

She opened the door to a smiling Jessica. Jess wore a tight, sleeveless back turtleneck and a straight, black miniskirt, with matching black nylons and black boots. The outfit was downright conservative compared to what Charlotte usually saw her in.

“Hey Charlotte!” She said cheerily. “I’m here to pick up Hannah!”

“Oh, uh…she’s in her room.” Charlotte looked askance at Jessica. At least she didn’t like some stripper about to hustle at a club, but it was still rather late for a Tuesday.

Jessica giggled, noticing Charlotte’s skeptical demeanor. “Hannah and I have a little…discussion group we’re part of. It’s not exactly a study group, it’s students and faculty, but everything is very academic! I’m sure you’d be welcome to join…”

Charlotte heard a chuckle behind her. Hannah had come out of her room. She wore a tight, white button down blouse, with a few more buttons undone than what Charlotte would have considered reasonable and a red and black plaid miniskirt. Although it left most of Hannah’s bare legs exposed, it was long enough that Hannah wouldn’t risk arrest if she sat down at the wrong angle in public. Another relatively conservative outfit for the evening. It made sense, given Jessica’s explanation.

“Charlotte would be a lovely addition,” Hannah said, as she approached the pair. “But all in good time.” She hugged Jessica tightly before turning back to Charlotte.

“Don’t wait up for me, Charlotte! I know it’s a school night, but the discussions get pretty vigorous. I’ll be safe, and I’ll be ready for classes tomorrow, but I don’t when I’ll be getting back!”

With that, Jessica crooked her arm in Hannah’s elbow and led her out the door. Charlotte stood silently as she stared at the door after it closed behind the pair. “Well,” she shrugged to herself. “Their outfits are relatively tame tonight…I’m sure they’re not going to be dancing the night away!”

***

A few hours later, Charlotte sat on her couch, watching a cable news channel with a decidedly right-wing outlook as she tried not to worry about Hannah's absence. She rolled her eyes as some bombastic talking head with an exaggerated, likely staged, Southern accent defended flying confederate flags as an example of cultural pride. Charlotte was avowedly conservative and loved her community, but cringed at the hatred and bigotry that still persisted amongst some. Charlotte loved many of the traditions and customs that she grew up with, but understood and rejected the history of slavery and Jim Crow and had little sympathy for those who conflated racism with cultural legacy. Her own sheltered upbringing and the ignorant tropes that she grew up with caused her to sometimes have knee-jerk, negative reactions to nonwhite people, but she realized these feelings were wrong and constantly tried to grow beyond them. She believed in faith, freedom, and ******--not bigotry, oppression, and ignorance. As the segment came to an end, she sighed with relief. That relief was short lived however, when yet another talking head came on spread some conspiracy about voting machines being developed by a secret cabal of ex-KGB agents. Charlotte took her political beliefs seriously, and was embarrassed by the clowns who had come to dominate what she believed was a political movement of which she was part.

She turned off the tv in frustration, and her mind began to wonder back to thoughts of her missing roommate.

Charlotte paced back and forth across the living room, staring at her phone. She had called Hannah several times to see where she was, but to no avail. Hannah wandering off to participate in some mysterious activity with Jessica or one of her new friends was becoming an increasingly common experience, but she’d never ignored Charlotte’s attempts to check on her for so long. True, she had told Charlotte not to wait up for her…but she was supposed to be at an academic discussion circle. On a weeknight, no less! As concern for her roommates activities grew, Charlotte yearned for even one of the strange phone conversations she’d had with Hannah she’d had over the past few weeks, but was greeted only with a cheerful voicemail.

Charlotte sighed and scrolled down her contact list until she came to Jessica’s name. If she couldn’t reach Hannah directly, she’d try other outlets.

The phone rang and rang before going to yet another voicemail. Charlotte sighed in despair and sat in a chair, staring at the phone in frustration. Suddenly, the screen lit up and chirped with a text message notification.

“Hey hon!” The message from Jess read. “I know it’s getting a little late, but this discussion has just been enthralling.”

“You guys are really still holding a little parlor session?” Charlotte texted back.

“Yup!” Jessica texted back with a smile.

“And Hannah’s with you?” Charlotte texted.

“Of course! Here’s proof of life.” A picture followed the text. Charlotte gulped and her heart began to race.

The picture Jessica sent showed Hannah, sitting on a sofa, smiling happily and clearly engaged in an intense discussion. She looked up with bright, focused eyes at a giant of a man who looked to be in his mid 40s, with a shaved head, goatee, and coal black skin. The pair looked like a professor and student exploring some fascinating subject together. But! But Hannah’s shirt had become even more unbuttoned, and a bit of a white bra could be seen. Hannah bit her lip flirtatiously as she looked up at the older man. And, most shockingly—Hannah’s skirt had ridden up as one of the older man’s hand rested on Hannah’s bare thigh. What the hell was going on!?!? Hannah was flirting with someone…someone much older than her…someone black! And that wasn’t all! Several half-empty wine glasses could be seen on the coffee table in front of Hannah and the older stranger. Was Hannah drinking?? On a school night!?!?!?!?!?

“???” Charlotte texted back.

“LOL what?” Jessica responded. “Hannah’s just very engaged in her conversation with Professor Duke.”

“It looks like a lot more than a conversation!” Charlotte typed back rapidly. “And a professor? Why is he fondling a student??”

“Fondling!” Jess texted back with a winking emoji. “He’s just being friendly. Everything’s fine! Here, I’m sure Hannah and the crew would love to see you! Come by!”

An address in a nearby residential neighborhood flashed across Charlotte’s screen. Charlotte’s thoughts raced. She should be getting ready for bed. She didn’t want to see whatever horrible things this “study” group was getting into. She could only imagine how racy the topics were, and rolled her eyes at what she was sure would be left-wing platitudes recited like gossip. But…but she had to protect Hannah! The man she was talking to was undeniably handsome, and if he was a professor, Charlotte was sure he was using his intellectual gifts to complement his good looks and charm her academically gifted and always curious roommate.

Charlotte’s doubts faded. She balled up her fists as she realized what she needed to do. She was sure if she came to this debauched “parlor” she’d be able to bring some sense back into Hannah, to safeguard and protect her virtue and to bring her home back safe.

Charlotte grabbed a coat and her car keys as she stormed out the door, eager to save her friend and roommate from making a terrible mistake.

***
Charlotte sped through the streets of her college town, determined to reach Hannah before something terrible happened. Finally, her phone’s map app took her to a large but unassuming house in a quiet, residential neighborhood. She scurried out of the car and began to pound the doorbell. Its ring echoed through the night.

Before long, the door opened and a strawberry blonde woman in her mid-thirties answered the door. She wore a black blazer over a white, button-down shirt paired with a black skirt. The shirt was a little too tight, a little too unbuttoned, and the skirt a little too short to look entirely professional. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she wore dark-rimmed glasses, looking like a sexy professor from some half-witted teenage sex comedy.

She raised an eyebrow at Charlotte’s frantic demeanor. “Good evening, dear” she said, giving a reassuring smile. “You look quite out of sorts…is there something I can do for you?”

“Um…is Hannah here? Or Jessica?” Charlotte asked awkwardly.

“Why yes…” the older woman replied, a dawn of realization flashing across her face. “You must be Charlotte! Jessica said you’d be dropping by. Well, any friend of Jess or Hannah’s is a friend of mine! I’m Professor Suffolk, but please, call me Tracy! Come, dear.” She took Charlotte by her arm and led her deeper into the home.

The pair stopped when they reached the home’s living room. Charlotte scanned the room and saw both familiar and new faces scattered throughout the room on various armchairs and sofas.

Jess, of course, was present, sitting on a loveseat next to a black man with dreadlocks who, absurdly enough, wore a pair of sunglasses inside, at night.

On a larger couch nearby, Charlotte recognized Hannah’s friend Anne, who wore a short blue skirt and a revealing white tank top. Anne had become a frequent fixture at the girls’ dorm room, and Charlotte had frequently lunched with her and Hannah in the past few weeks. Of all of Hannah’s friends, she was perhaps Charlotte’s favorite. Despite her sometimes questionable fashion choices, Charlotte was quite fond of the quiet, intelligent girl. Like Hannah and Charlotte, she was a freshmen and although she didn’t share any classes with her, she had quickly bonded with the bright, studious girl over their academic endeavors.

She was joined on the couch by a redhead who wore a white t-shirt, tied off at the bottom into a knot which left her belly exposed, and a short, black skirt. Charlotte recognized this as Chloe, the student leader of the book club Hannah gushed so much about. Charlotte had also lunched with Chloe a few times and found her to be an intelligent and engaging person, but she wasn’t quite the fixture that Anne had become.

They were joined on the couch by Malcolm and Lucas, two more of Hannah’s friends who Charlotte was beginning to grow quite comfortable with. The couch was quite large, and Charlotte couldn’t help but notice that despite the fact it had ample space to accommodate all four students, they sat quite close to each other, so their bodies were touching.

A slender blonde sat on divan. Charlotte recognized Sophie from an encounter at the gym with Hannah and Jess a few months ago. She almost didn’t recognize her, now dressed in a sweater and slacks rather than revealing gym clothes. Hannah had made increasingly frequent references to the graduate student, and she had occasionally lunched with Hannah and Charlotte’s new group of friends, but Charlotte didn’t know her well. The biggest man Charlotte had ever seen sat next to her. Sophie was a fit girl, but she wasn’t petite, and this man dwarfed her. This was DeShawn—someone Charlotte had barely spoken to but sometimes seen hanging around with Chloe.

And of course, the reason that Charlotte had come to this scene was present. Hannah sat, still fully clothed, still normally composed, chatting happily to the older black man in the pictures that Jessica had sent to Charlotte. Although there were some stained wineglasses and half-empty wine bottles scattered about the coffee in front of the table where Hannah sat, Charlotte felt a sense of relief wash over as she saw Hannah reach for a tea cup and take a sip from it. Whatever moment Jessica had captured, Hannah was still her conservative, moral self!

“CHARLOTTE!” An excited feminine voice cried out. Jessica walked out from a hallway off the living room. “So glad you could join us!”

Jessica’s declaration caught Hannah’s attention, who turned to look at her newly arrived roommate. Charlotte expected she would be surprised, but Hannah only smiled at Charlotte and flung out her arms in a welcoming gesture.

“Charlotte! I told you’d I’d be late! You didn’t need to come check in on me. You’re such a mother hen!” Hannah said, her tone more affectionately playful than annoyed.

“Oh. Um…well” Charlotte stammered, unsure of how to broach the topic of the raunchy photo Jess had sent and which had sent her careening towards this seemingly tranquil scene.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here!” Hannah interrupted. “This really is a lovely group, and you can just see how fun and welcoming everyone is for yourself!” Hannah scooted over on the sofa, pressing her body even closer to the unnamed black man, and patted the now empty cushion, inviting Charlotte to join.

Not wanting to seem rude, Charlotte took a seat next to Hannah and nervously looked around the room.

“I think you know almost everyone here,” Hannah went on as she scanned the room with a thoughtful expression. “This is Professor Duke! We just met! He’s really quite brilliant!” Oh, and that over there is Jerome. He looks like ridiculous with those sunglasses inside, and he can be bit of a dick at times, but I promise you he’s a total sweetheart!”

Charlotte said nothing as she tried to relax and make herself comfortable in this new environment.

“Anyways, Charlotte” Sophie chimed in. “We were just discussing the relationship of the Latin American boom to the rise of neoliberalism and the rise of Taiwanese cinema.”

Charlotte’s eyes lit up at the mention of subjects with which he had both familiarity and interest. Before long, the group was engaged in a wide-ranging and provocative discussion of the past few decades of cultural, economic, and political trends. Charlotte found herself enraptured in the discussion. Her own background and worldview was quite different than the others, but she found her conversation partners treated their differences with respect, and she enjoyed sparring with a group of clearly well-educated and intelligent interlopers.

As the night wore on, Charlotte grew more and more comfortable. She was almost completely at ease when she noticed a jarring sight: Professor Duke’s hand had worked its way back to Hannah’s exposed leg!

“Hannah!” Charlotte spat out.

Hannah turned to her, confusion and innocence in her emerald eyes. “Charlotte?” she asked, surprised by the sudden interruption.

“Ummm…” Charlotte stammered. “I’m thirsty…can you show me where I can get some water?”

Hannah turned to look at her, a confused expression on her face. “Sure…” she said tentatively and rose to guide her towards the kitchen.

“Oh sweetie…are you going to the kitchen? Can you bring drinks for the rest of us?” Tracy asked nonchalantly.

“Oh, sure” Charlotte stammered.

Hannah grasped Charlotte by the hand and led her away from the group. They stopped when the pair arrived at a large, well-appointed kitchen.

“Hannah” Charlotte hissed. “Didn’t you think Professor Duke was getting a little handsy?”

Hannah smirked at her conservative roommate. “He is very friendly. And very handsome!”

Charlotte blinked. “You can’t think that being felt up by a professor is appropriate!”

Hannah giggled and rolled her eyes. “Felt up? Please, Charlotte. We were in an involved conversation. I can’t blame him for getting close. And given how good looking he is, I really don’t mind!”

As Hannah flitted about the kitchen gathering glasses and refreshments like it was her own, Charlotte considered that perhaps her relationship with a faculty member was a little too familiar.

Hannah’s expression and tone grew more serious and she placed a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder.

“Listen,” she said. “I know some of my new friends are different than who we hung out with last semester and I’m sure they’re different from who you’re used to back home. But they’re all lovely, smart people. Give them a chance and I’m sure you’ll see its true!”

Charlotte was about to speak when she heard a loud wrapping from the front door. It startled her enough to cause her to give a sudden jump.

Hannah’s eyes lit up. “More guests are here…this is for the second part of the night. It can get really intense Charlotte…if you want to go, I understand!”

Charlotte shook her head. She was able to stand up to the arguments of a bunch of silly liberals! And besides, Hannah’s nonchalant dismissal of being groped by a middle aged professor only reinforced the need for Charlotte to stay and watch over her.

“I’m here to stay! Let’s get these drinks back to the rest of the group.” She said.

“If you insist,” Hannah said, an odd glint in her eye.

Charlotte grabbed a tray and walked with Hannah back to the living room.

“Really, Hannah,” Charlotte intoned as they walked. “Everyone here is quite nice despite their odd political beliefs…but you shouldn’t let middle aged men fondle you like…”

Charlotte’s speech cut off midsentence.

A white middle-aged man in cargo shorts and a t-shirt was walking into the living room with a group of five other men, black, muscular, and massive like the others who were in the room. Charlotte wondered to herself why this was the sole white man she had seen that evening, and why he was the only man who wasn’t notably large and muscular.

“That’s Jerry,” Hannah whispered. “Tracy’s husband. Total sweetheart! And the new guests…I know three of them, great guys! The other two I haven’t met, but I can’t wait to get to know them better tonight!!”

Charlotte blinked at her once shy and reserved roommate. Then, as she scanned the room, her eyes abruptly bugged out, wide as saucers. “OH MY GOSH!” she squeaked, and clasped her hand to her mouth, dropping the tray she had been carrying as she did. “WHAT THE HECK!?!?”

Hannah turned her head to track Charlotte’s shocked gaze.

Professor Duke on an armchair, his jacket removed, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a muscular, rock-hard ebony chest, and his pulled down around his waist.

Jess and Tracy knelt down together in front of him. Tracy had stripped off her jacket to reveal the sleeveless blouse underneath, which was now untucked. Her skirt rode up, exposing a tiny, red thong which left her ass cheeks largely exposed. Her hair was still tied in a bun but was beginning to come loose.

Jess had stripped down to only a tiny white thong.

Jess and Tracy both had a hand in front of them, doing something in front of Professor Duke, and each had a hand down their respective front. Charlotte could see that their arms were working wildly at something. They moved their heads, one ducking down and leaning forward, the other bobbing their head back and forth at a long, wide, angle. Charlotte couldn’t fathom what they were up to. They couldn’t possibly be doingsomething with the professor’s penis. Jess was a student and Tracy a professor! Another group of students was gathered in the same living room! Tracy’s husband was right there. And besides, Tracy’s husband was right there!!

Charlotte’s illusions were shattered when Jess and Tracy turned to look at her after her stunned outburst. As they turned around, Charlotte saw that Jess’ hand was stuffed down the front of her skimpy panties. Tracy didn’t let go of the massive ebony rod in her hand when she turned to identify the source of the loud burst and clattering of the tray in her living room.

Hannah looked with concern at her friend. What little color Charlotte had drained, and the pale girl now looked white as a ghost. Sweat had begun to form along her forehead and her eyes threatened to pop out of her head as her brow furrowed in disbelief. Incoherent whispers came from her mouth, hidden behind a hand pressed to it in shock. She didn’t even seem to have noticed that she had dropped the tray carrying drinks, creating a mess all over Tracy’s floor!

Charlotte meanwhile, stood and stared at the massive, dark shaft belonging to Professor Duke. She had never been with a boy, had never even seen a porn, and she couldn’t believe the size of the thing! It was surely over a foot long, she thought, straining to think of the size of a ruler from a geometry class. It was slick with…it could only be saliva, given what she had seen Tracy and Jess doing. But how could they handle such a massive tool! In front of a group of men and women alike! In front of Tracy’s husband! Charlotte’s vision began to swim and the rest of the room began to grow blurry—except for the powerful obelisk, which stuck out as some strange symbol of power, seeming to challenge Charlotte with its mere presence.

“Charlotte!? Charlotte??” Charlotte barely noticed Hannah’s frantic voice, or that she was tugging on her arm trying to get her attention.

The room seemed as if it was spinning, and for some reason, Charlotte thought, someone had cranked up the heater despite the balmy spring weather. The room was so hot, and a roaring raged through Charlotte’s ears. She continued to stare at Professor Duke’s weapon, and her throat grew dry. She began to feel lightheaded. Unable to stay standing, she sank to her knees as her vision went dark.

***

When Charlotte awoke, she wasn’t certain where she was. She sat in a comfortable armchair in what appeared to be the tastefully decorated living room of a respectable, suburban home. But she wasn’t sure why she wasn’t in her dorm room. She felt weak, confused, and helpless. Her vision was blurry. For some reason, despite the fact she remembered it was a warm spring evening, she was uncomfortably hot, like someone had cranked the heat up.

“Hey honey,” a soft, female voice said. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Charlotte looked down and saw a beautiful woman in her thirties, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes looking up at her as, brow furrowed with concern and gently holding one of her hands. She wore a sleeveless blouse, which Charlotte could see was unbuttoned to reveal a sheer, lacy bra which did little to contain her large breasts! Charlotte’s gaze shot up as to avoid looking at the lewdly displayed cleavage. Her hair, which had begun the night tied in a tight, professional bun now hung loosely around her shoulders.

As she looked down into the stranger’s concerned eyes, memories came flooding back to her. She had come to this house, in a seemingly quiet neighborhood, to save Hannah from being corrupted by Jessica and Professor Duke. She had been greeted by the older women now kneeling before her, Professor Tracy Suffolk. Her fears had been assuaged as she joined Professor Suffolk, Hannah, Jessica and several of Hannah’s new friends she had met in the past few months in a spirited but enjoyable discussion ranging from politics to culture. Just as she had grown comfortable with the situation, she noticed Professor Duke’s hands crawling across Hannah’s bare legs, and she had hastily concocted an excuse to talk to Hannah away from the rest of the crowd. The ever-affable Hannah had agreed, and when they returned, she saw Jessica and Professor Suffolk servicing Professor Duke’s inhumanly large penis! A penis so large that when Charlotte saw it, she fainted!

This was no quiet, suburban home. This was a den of debauchery! Professor Suffolk wasn’t a concerned teacher, tending to the needs of a student in distress. She was part of this troupe of harlots! And Hannah…where was Hannah in all this? She had seemed so calm when she saw Professor Suffolk’s and Jessica’s debauched acts, and when they pulled away to reveal the gigantic proportions of Professor Duke’s massive manhood, Charlotte could have sworn she saw a strange gleam in her eye before the room went dark.

“Charlotte,” Professor Suffolk said gently, stroking the terrified Southern belle’s hand. “Everything is okay. You look so scared! No one here is going to hurt you. No one here is going to do anything you don’t want! What you saw…it was beautiful and natural.” She giggled a bit. “I can tell you’re sheltered, but don’t you think you may have overreacted a little?”

Charlotte’s heartbeat slowed at the older woman’s soothing tone and calming words. Still, what she had seen wasn’t right. She hadn’t been so surprised to learn that Jessica was a debauched whore, but to see a respected member of the faculty join in such filthy pastimes was shocking, and it emphasized the perils of the situation. She had to find and save her beloved roommate, before she gave up her virtue!

“Hannah…” she murmured, so racked with concern she was unable to form a full sentence.

“Hannah’s here, sweetie.” Professor Suffolk said reassuringly. “She was so worried when you passed out. She wouldn’t leave your side until I convinced her that I’d look out for you! I can she really cares about you. But, well, this is my house and I’m the teacher here. I had to make sure one of my guests and students wasn't kept from having her full helping of fun tonight!”

Charlotte’s nascent calm was swept away with those final words. She had seen what Professor Suffolk regarded as fun! And now she said that she was trying to help Hannah participate in that fun! She tried to stand, but was still weak and quickly fell back into the chair she had woken up in.

Unable to move about the room, Charlotte began to scan it, desperately searching for Hannah. The first sight her eyes came across made them grow wide as saucers, wider even than when she had stumbled upon the double blowjob Jessica and and Professor Suffolk had administered to Professor Duke!

Chloe, the thoughtful, taciturn leader of Hannah’s book club knelt in front of a sofa, facing Charlotte. Her shirt was fully unbuttoned and revealed two bare, medium sized breasts. Her skirt lay discarded next to her, and a only a tiny black thong, covered her lower body. It was clearly designed to emphasize more than to cover; it would have been almost more modest if Chloe had been completely naked! Chloe wasn’t kneeling idly. No, she was flanked by Lucas and Malcolm, who had stripped completely nude! And, like Professor Duke, they sported massive, shafts! Chloe had her mouth engulfed around Malcom’s and stroked Lucas’s with her other hand. Her other hand was shoved under her tiny panties, and Charlotte could see that her fingers were working frantically as her hand made aggressive rubbing movements. After working over Malcom's cock with her mouth and tongue, she pulled her head and took Lucas into her mouth, using her other hand to jerk off Malcom. She was working in a steady rhythm, alternating between jerking and sucking the two men flanking her.

She was nearly naked in public! She was masturbating in public!! She was sucking two gargantuan monster penises in public!

For some reason Charlotte couldn’t fathom, someone had cranked up the thermostat yet again. She undid the top few buttons of her blouse, exposing a bit of her chest but still retaining some of degree of modesty, especially to the surrounding women. The heat around her crotch seemed more intense than anywhere else, and was accompanied by a strange tingling sensation. But she couldn’t very well unbutton her pants! She gulped and tried to think of anything other than the strange sensations coming from her lower body.

“OH YEA SUCK THOSE FUCKING COCKS YOU FUCKING WHORE! TAKE THEM DEEP! DON’T LEAVE A SINGLE INCH UNLOVED!” A feminine voice shrieked. Charlotte was stunned to hear such degrading words come from another woman, and her eyes shot to the source of the vulgarities.

On the couch behind Chloe, a completely nude Jessica lay on her side, leg legs splayed out. Charlotte could see a muscular black leg behind her, and a black hand clutched and massaged one of her breasts. And a massive black rod rapidly plunged in and out of Jessica’s pussy, which was tightly wrapped around it! With one hand, Jess switched between playing with the breast which wasn’t being mauled by her anonymous partner and frantically rubbing her stretched out pussy. Her other hand rubbed and stroked the cock and balls of a naked Jerome, who stood over Jess! Charlotte had been so shocked by the sight of a half-naked Chloe servicing two of her new friends that she hadn’t even noticed the pornographic sight playing only a few feet away!

Charlotte knew that with all she’d seen in just the past few minutes, she couldn’t expect Chloe to respond with indignation, protest the obscenity of Jessica’s exhortations, but she thought she’d at least object to the degrading language. Some part of her hoped that the filthy words would cause the quiet bookworm to come to her senses, jump to her feet, readjust her clothes, and storm out of the obscene scene. Instead, Chloe only stroked and sucked the cocks she was tending to with increased vigor and speed!

“Oh yea, you’re suck a fucking little whore Chloe!! I fucking love you so much!! OHHH FUCCKKK!” Jessica’s speech descended into a wordless groaning and panting as her unknown partner increased the intensity of his thrusts into her pussy. Unable to cheer Chloe on anymore, she moved her head to Jerome’s massive tool and took it in her mouth!

Charlotte knew that Jessica had different values than her. She knew that she liked to flirt. But seeing the woman she had grown to see as a friend and even a mentor in such a vulgar display left her even more stunned. She tried to tell herself she was disgusted, but that word seemed to ring hollow. Without any volition on Charlotte’s part, without any conscious thought, without her even noticing, Charlotte’s hand worked its way up to the buttons of her blouse and unbuttoned a few more. Now, she was actively displaying cleavage! Her fingers began to play with the small, silver cross she always wore around her neck.

Charlotte looked down to the kneeling Tracy, who continued to look up at her with an expression of beatific concern. “I’m sorry to be demanding as a guest in your home, but do you think you could turn down the heat? It’s boiling in here!”

Tracy giggled and smirked up at Charlotte. “Oh, it’s boiling in here for sure! But…the heat isn’t on! I’ve got the air conditioning going!”

Charlotte gulped and rested her head against the back of the chair. The air conditioning was on! What was happening to her then!? She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, attempting to center herself.

But something deep within her, something she couldn’t explain, demanded she reopen her eyes and continue her survey of the room despite all the horrors she had witnessed in the past few moment.

Now, her eyes fell upon a completely naked, slender, chestnut haired girl bouncing her head back and forth in an aggressive, lengthy motion as she kneeled in front of an equally nude DeShawn. Charlotte’s memory came back to the scene which had caused her to pass out, and she realized that, despite the seemingly impossible range of motion, the harlot was bouncing her mouth up and down on DeShawn’s cock! Judging on the range of movement, he was even bigger than Professor Duke!

Charlotte’s suspicions were soon confirmed. The slender brunette stood and leaned forward to make out with DeShawn, and as she did, his cock became fully visible. Charlotte’s heart began to race and the layer of sweat which had been forming across her body became even stronger. It was more than a foot long! Charlotte was no connoisseur of cock, but she knew what a ruler looked like, and this was bigger! The brunette began to stroke his cock as she kissed him, and Charlotte realized that the shaft had to be thicker than her arm!

As Charlotte’s shock and disbelief at the sheer size of DeShawn’s cock began to fade, her shock and disbelief at the scene before only grew stronger. She had always seen DeShawn and Chloe together on the few occasions she’d met them. They held hands, he guided her by the small of her back, she made doe eyes at him…Charlotte had always assumed they were a couple, and they made a rather cute pair given their obvious affection for each other. Now, Chloe on her knees giving a frenzied blowjob to two of DeShawn’s friends while some other woman made out with DeShawn and gave him an equally frenzied hand job!

Charlotte thought her eyes would pop out of her head when the brunette turned around, to face away from DeShawn and towards Charlotte! Anne didn’t notice that Charlotte was staring at her, so focused was she on her sexual frolicking. Charlotte gasped and clasped a hand to her chest as Anne squatted over DeShawn and grabbed his rod as she sank down onto it. She moaned and panted and even let out the occasional howl, but she slid down it slowly and steadily, as if she’d done this many times before. Charlotte marveled as the thick, ebony obelisk split apart her friend’s bare pussy lips, and before long, Anne had completely impaled herself on the monster, leaving only DeShawn’s black balls visible as they jutted below Anne’s well-stretched cunt.

Anne reached back with her arms and rested them on the back of the chair to support herself as she began to bounce and gyrate on the invader lodged deep within her body.

“Oh yea!” Anne cried out. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my cunt! Split this slut pussy wide open you fucking bastard!” As she worked into a steady stride, she dropped one hand to her pussy and began to rub it frantically while using the other hand to play with her breasts.

“You go girl!” Charlotte snapped her head to track the source of the encouraging outburst. Chloe had popped a cock out of her mouth long enough to cheer Anne on. “I’m so proud of you!” Chloe went on, stroking Lucas and Malcom’s cocks as she delivered her pep cock. “DeShawn’s cock is so big—only a truly talented and devoted black cock slut can take it all way! I never knew you were such a nasty little whore, but I’m glad you are!” Anne offered only a guttural moan in response. Chloe giggled and stuffed one of the black cocks flanking her back into her mouth, apparently satisfied that she’d offered appropriate encouragement to the slut fucking her boyfriend.

Charlotte sat transfixed as she watched Anne buck and bounce and moan, her hair flying around, her breasts jiggling with the rest of her body, and a thick layer of sweat covering her naked, normally pale but now flushed skin. She swore and grunted, letting out an incoherent torrent of obscene words and animalistic wails and grunts. The shy, quiet, dignified girl that Charlotte had come to see as a kindred spirit was nothing but a cock-crazed slut!

But if Anne could fall so easily to lust…Charlotte’s thoughts raced back to Hannah. Where was she!?!? Charlotte felt gratitude that she hadn’t seen her roommate take part in the debauchery yet, but a part of her nagged away at her, reminding her that she was in a big room in a big house and she hadn’t seen everything that was going on. She continued to stare at Anne, hoping to maintain her fantasies of a chaste Hannah. Eventually she realized this was selfish. If Hannah were in trouble, she had to help her! She couldn’t do that watching Anne prance about like some sort of porn slut!

She tried to stand, but the room still spun around her and she quickly fell back into her chair.

“Shhh,” Tracy said soothingly, still crouched at her feet. “Take it easy!”

Realizing she didn’t yet have the strength to stand, Charlotte scanned the room from the chair. It didn’t take long for eyes to fall across a scene which left her stunned. If she had managed to stand up, she’d have surely fallen to the ground in shock!

Professor Duke sat in the center of a large sofa, completely nude like so many of the other men around him. His exposed penis was one of the larger organs in the room, but Charlotte couldn’t really muster shock at its large size after all that she’d seen that night. No, what caused her to gasp in disbelief was the two young women “entertaining” the older man.

Hannah and Sophie each kneeled on the couch, flanking Professor Duke on opposite sides. Sophie, clad only in a black thong that was little more than a bit of string encircling her waist and barely covering her most intimate parts, bounced her mouth up and down his shaft, taking the whole thing into her mouth with ease!

Hannah was still more or less dressed. She had removed her shirt, but still a bra—a lacy, black bra that perhaps did more to accentuate than to cover, but a bra nonetheless. Her skirt remained on. As Sophie worked the professor over with her mouth, Hannah stroked her hand up and down the parts of the shaft not engulfed in Sophie’s mouth and played with his balls whenever Sophie’s enthusiasm completely engulfed the cock. She ran her other hand through Sophie’s hair, sometimes pushing her down on the professor’s cock in encouragement, and seemed to be uttering words of encouragement to the blonde.

Charlotte’s heart began to race. Her mouth was dry. She had failed. Sweet, smart, quiet Hannah was now one of these…one of these harlots! Charlotte had come to save Hannah, but her own sheltered prudishness had caused her to pass out at the debauched sights of the evening, and now Hannah had fallen to them! A flood of emotion began to overcome Charlotte.

Sorrow, horror, anger…no, that wasn’t it. Charlotte knew that’s what she should feel at the scene, tried to convince herself that this is what she was feeling, but it wasn’t true. Shock, yes. But something else…She squirmed, uncomfortable with the confusing feelings racing through her mind, at the heat of the room, and now, at what she realized was an accumulation of thick, sticky liquid pooling around her crotch. She hadn’t wet herself…this was something else, something she’d never felt before.

Charlotte struggled to catch her breath. As she did, she realized she hadn’t completely failed. Hannah was still more dressed than most of the other woman in the room. In fact, other than Charlotte and Professor Tracy, she was the most covered of all the woman in the room! She was fondling the professor, but fondling was downright chaste compared to everything else going in the room!

But Hannah’s apparent reservations didn’t last for long. In a stunningly aggressive gesture for Charlotte’s petite, timid roommate, Hannah grabbed Sophie by her hair and pulled her mouth off the Professor’s cock.

“My turn, bitch!” Charlotte heard her declare, playful laughter in her voice softening her harsh words. Then, in a single, swift motion, she lowered her own head and easily took the entire beast into her mouth! Within seconds, Hannah engulfed the entire shaft , leaving only the heavy balls exposed!

Charlotte gulped. How could her innocent, virtuous roommate take such a beast so easily? Still, Hannah wore more clothes than most of the others in this carnival of sin. Charlotte’s anxiety was somewhat mollified when Hannah’s short skirt rode up, revealing that a tiny thong covered her most intimate parts. It was little more than a string, but that little bit of fabric showed that Hannah hadn’t yet succumbed to the most sinful of activities yet. Not tonight, at least. She could still be saved!

As Hannah eagerly-and easily-bobbed her head up and down on Professor Duke’s shaft, Sophie switched between playing with her hair and licking and sucking on his balls. The two worked together smoothly and harmoniously. As Hannah took her turn to bob her head up and down on the rod, Sophie's arm snaked out, and worked at the clasp of Hannah's bra. Without taking her mouth from the cock, Hannah shrugged her shoulders and the now unfasted garment fell from her, leaving her topless! Charlotte couldn't help but stare at Hannah's breasts as they bounced and jiggled in time with Hannah's motions.

Hannah, ever compassionate and generous, pulled her head off Professor Duke and pointed the shaft towards Sophie, who again took its entire length and girth into her mouth. The two settled into a rhythm, sharing the delicious cock between them with an odd mixture of grace and frenzy.

“Delicious cock!?” Charlotte winced. Had those words really flashed across her mind? What was wrong with her? She struggled with her own thoughts and feelings as she stared, transfixed at the synchronized sluts performing so adeptly in front of her.

Hannah popped her head up from Professor Duke’s cock and looked up at Sophie, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She said something to the blonde, who smiled back and nodded happily. Hannah rolled off the couch and knelt before it, grasping Professor Duke’s tool in her tiny, white hand. Her pale skin beautifully contrasted against the dark skin of the penis. Her hand was small enough that most of the shaft was still visible, but she gripped it firmly, confidently. Charlotte had passed out at the sight of the organ in its full glory. Now, she retained consciousness, but her heart beat rapidly and a layer of sweat began to form as she tried to imagine something so massive coming near her own body, her own most intimate parts. Was it terror? Of course it was terror, Charlotte told herself, as her body began to tingle and that odd moisture between her legs became even more pronounced. Yes. Terror. And disgust. So sinful! Surely, Charlotte’s excited state was because she knew the scene before her was so wrong. There could be no other reason than her mind and conscience calling out to her to stop this debauchery, or at least to escape.

As Charlotte tried to understand her own feelings, tried to explain to herself what she was seeing was wrong, Sophie stood and bent over slightly, pushing her tiny thong down her legs. She was now completely naked! As she bent over, Charlotte couldn’t help but admire her smooth, toned ass, couldn’t help but be intrigued when she caught a glimpse of Sophie’s asshole and pussy. She’d never been around naked people before, always careful to bring a change of clothes to the gym so she wouldn’t have to be in public changing rooms, never venturing into the dark places of the internet. The only naked body she could remember seeing was her own, and then only brief glimpses in the mirror when she changed her clothes or got out of the shower. She had been so deeply indoctrinated in the belief that carnal desires were wrong, she hadn't even pleasured herself!

As Charlotte tried to understand her own thoughts and feelings, the slutty duo before her continued their frolics unabated. Hannah held the Professor Duke’s cock straight and upright and the now entirely nude Sophie perched over it, aligning her dripping wet cunt directly over it. Charlotte was not so lost in her thoughts that she was ******* of Sophie’s new position. She watched as Sophie squatted over the massive tool, her bare vagina lowering towards the onyx obelisk. Her vagina—her pussy—was bare, devoid of any hair, and a narrow, tight slit. A part of Charlotte knew what about to happen. But her mind screamed that it couldn’t be so. How could something so pristine and tight accommodate something so large!? And even if it could, wouldn’t it hurt? But Sophie was willingly lowering herself towards the weapon, and Hannah was helping it finds it target. Both girls’ eyes were clouded with lust, desire, and excitement. Everything about Charlotte’s rational mind, everything about her nineteen years of life on this planet, told what she was witnessing was wrong. But Hannah and Sophie seemed so happy with everything that was happening!

After what seemed like ages, Sophie’s opening was now only millimeters from the invading rod. It brushed against her and, after the prolonged descent, Sophie’s thrust herself down in a lighting quick movement! She was now fully impaled! Charlotte’s head swam as she watched the beast split open Sophie’s tiny, pink pussy! How could such a small opening take something so big, so easily and so completely!?!?

Sophie let out an animalistic groan as she impaled herself on more than foot of thick, black cock, throwing her head back and grasping the top of her head with one of her hands in an expression of sheer, uncontrolled delight. For a few seconds, Sophie sat still, squatting over the older man with his giant cock wholly embedded her, obscenely splitting her tender pink folds. Then, Sophie began to slowly grind her hips and thrust up and down, whimpering and panting as she moved along, sweat dripping down her forehead and breasts. The slow grinding gradually increased its tempo, and before long it became vigorous thrusting. Sophie’s gentle whimpers and pants became shrieks and howls and her breasts and hair bounced with the force of her movements. As she worked over the cock, Hannah rubbed at her pussy and the area above it ("the clitoris?" Charlotte wondered), but as Sophie’s movements became more intense and frantic she slapped Hannah’s away and used one hand to play with her own genitals, the other to tweak and play with her nipples.

Hannah didn’t seem put off by Sophie’s decision to tend to her own pleasure. She clapped and giggled happily as she watched the blonde go to work, and her hand dropped to her own crotch and slid under the tiny skirt she still wore. A small shudder ran through her body and she fell forward a bit, grasping onto Professor Duke’s trunk of a leg keep herself from falling.

Had Hannah just masturbated—and finished herself off—in front of room full of people? Charlotte shook her head and let out an audible gasp.

“Hannah!?!?” she cried out, finally forming the wherewithal to form words.

Hannah turned around, scanning the room for the source of the voice that had called out her own name. When her eyes came upon the now conscious Charlotte, her lips curled into a warm, welcoming smile. She rose to her feet and flattened out the small skirt which still covered—barely—her lower body and began to walk towards the chair where her roommate sat.

As she approached, Charlotte stared up at her, a mixture of awe and trepidation. Her quiet, reserved roommate now walked half-naked through a full-on orgy, her bare breasts gently bouncing with her calm stride. Normally anxious, Hannah now had an expression of absolute serenity on her face, which was belied by the flushed tone of her sweaty skin. The awkward dork who lived with Charlotte, who shared meals with Hannah, who jousted with Hannah about so many political issues now resembled some kind of porn star…some kind of sex fiend!

Charlotte gulped and squirmed as Hannah approached her. She had spent so much time with Hannah, had so many conversations with her…she thought she knew her well, that she should be easiest person in the world to talk to outside of her own ****** and circle of friends from her small, Southern town. But Hannah had been transformed. As Charlotte gazed at the piercing green eyes behind thick black glasses and the mane of brownish-red hair of the proud slut who approached, she knew this was the same girl she’d gotten to know so well over the past year…but as her eyes fell to her exposed breasts, her mockery of a skirt and shot back up to the confident gaze in her expression, she realized that this same girl had changed radically in the past few months. Flashbacks to mysterious nights out, awkward phone calls, Hannah’s new more profane vocabulary and scandalous wardrobe all came flooding into Charlotte’s mind. Her eyes began to dart around as she tried not to stare at Hannah’s half-naked body, as she tried to avoid eye contact with the once timid girl now staring at her with fierce determination and she saw and heard men and women in various stages of carnal coupling. Feminine voices cried out in delight, some declaring their love of the vigorous fucking they were receiving and exhorting their partners to continue their depravity, others simply letting out primal sounds of joy and delight. Charlotte gripped the chair tighter at the scene. A part of her mind-a part of body-understood everything that was now before, all the changes she had seen in Hannah over the past few months. All her life, she had been taught that sex was wrong, dirty, the ever-present temptation of a fallen world, something to be guarded against. But all around her, intelligent, beautiful women had dropped their guard and fully succumbed to lust. And they all seemed so happy! So confident! How could any woman resist this?

Charlotte shook her head at the thought, trying to bring herself back to her senses. Of course any woman could resist this! Virtue and chastity would prevail over hedonism and sin! Of course, Charlotte didn’t notice that her hands continued to play at the buttons fastening her shirt, and that a bit of a lacy, white bra now peeked through the half-undone garment. If she’d seen anyone else bearing the amount of cleavage she now displayed, she’d have chastised them! Nor did she notice that her other hand was playing at the clasp of her pants and that they were now undone.

Charlotte turned back to Hannah, who continued to approach, breasts and hips swaying gently as she confidently strode towards her with a sly smile on her face. Hannah soon stood only inches in front of Charlotte. She perched on the arm of the chair and placed her hands on her shoulders, reassuringly. Charlotte gulped and looked up at Hannah. Her warm smile reminded Charlotte that this sex demon was her roommate and friend. Charlotte gazed into Hannah’s bright, clear emerald eyes. A part of Charlotte had imagined, even hoped, that Hannah was under the influence of some sort of drug, that her actions were some artificial chemical creation. But as Hannah looked down and smiled at her, Charlotte realized she was fully lucid, fully herself. Hannah may not have been in her right mind, but her actions were fully her own.

Hannah smiled down sweetly at Professor Suffolk, who remained kneeling at Charlotte’s side, and who continued to coo reassuring words at the terrified Southerner.

“Thanks for taking care of her Tracy!” Hannah said. “She’s a sweetheart…just a bit of a prude. I’d be so upset if anything untoward happened to her!”

Charlotte flinched when Hannah addressed the faculty member by her first name, then flinched again when she realized how absurd it was to be distressed over such a minor breach of protocol in the midst of an orgy.

Tracy looked up at Hannah as she patted gently patted Charlotte’s hand. “Of course, dear! This is my house. I’m going to look over all the guests here. If that means prudes need to babysat, I’ll babysit the prudes. Especially if it lets the sluts get fucked!”

Charlotte’s head began to spin again at Professor Suffolk’s crude words. This was the woman she couldn’t even imagine calling by her first name!

Hannah turned her attention back to Charlotte.

“I’m glad you’re okay, hon.” She said casually, squeezing Charlotte’s shoulders for emphasis. “I know this isn’t really your scene…but…don’t you might have overreacted a little? Everything here is natural…and beautiful!” Hannah giggled a bit at that.

. “Is…is this your scene?” Charlotte asked her words almost a whisper.

Hannah laughed. “What does it look like?” she glanced down at her bare breasts, nipples hard as rocks, before taking a quick glance around the rest of the room and licking her lips lasciviously.

Charlotte just stared up at her silently.

Hannah nodded her head. “Yes…this is very much my scene! Jess, Professor Tracy, Chloe…everyone here has taught me the joys of being a complete and total slut!”

Hannah paused. “Charlotte…not that I don’t love you, and I’m quite glad to see you’ve decided to see what fun we whores can get up to…but why are you here?”

“What…?” Charlotte asked.

“Why are you here? I don’t want you to think you’re unwelcome, but well, I told you I’d be late. If you want to join us, that’s great! It’s soooo much fun, and I think you’d make a great addition to our group. But well…I after you passed after just seeing Professor Duke’s cock-I’d love to welcome you as a fellow slut, but maybe we should just try watching some porn back in the dorms first?”

Charlotte winced as someone cranked up the thermostat in tandem with Hannah’s crude words. The uncomfortably warm temperature distracted her only a moment as the implications of Hannah’s words slammed her like a bag of bricks.

“Join us…great addition…fellow slut?” Hannah’s words screamed in her mind. Hannah thought that she would to be part of this? What the hell? And why was it so hot?

“Professor Suffolk,” Charlotte said, looking down and trying to change the subject. “The heater…it’s cranked up so high…” Another button in Charlotte’s blouse came undone.

Tracy smiled innocently at Charlotte. “What are you talking about? The heater’s not on at all…”

Charlotte looked confused. Why was she feeling increasing warmth then, was it coming from her?

“Charlotte, why are you here?” Hannah asked again, looking down with an expression of concern. “You’re so flushed. Are you okay?”

Charlotte’s attention snapped back to her roomate. “I…I came to help, you to save you!” Her words began to tumble out in a frantic stream. “Jess sent me pictures…pictures of you! And Professor Duke. He was-he was fondling you! He was harassing you! And you weren’t doing anything! I Had to come help you! To save you! To protect you!”

Hannah’s frown grew deeper. “Professor Duke is a complete gentlemen and a sweetheart…not doing anything wrong…I was enjoying the man feeling me up…he’s so strong, so smart, so kind! He’d never do anything to hurt me, or any other girl!”

“YESSSSSSSSS IM FUCKING CUMMING OH GODD YOUR COCK FEELS SO FUCCCKING GOOD!”

Hannah, Charlotte, and Tracy all turned in unison to the source of the sound. Sophie was convulsing in Professor Duke’s lap, her hands each grabbing a breast, her body bright red, her legs waving wildly in the air, sweaty strands of hair draped across her face.

Charlotte watched the orgasming slut with fascination. She had been so poised and sophisticated a few hours ago. Now, she was a bucking, swearing, sweating, ball of sexual pleasure, seemingly incapable coherent thought or speech.

Professor Duke’s balls tightened up and he let out his own roar. “YES! YES!” Sophie cried. “Fill me up!” Thick, white liquid began to leak out from the junction of Duke’s cock and her pussy, and she leapt up. His cock was erupting white fluid like a geyser, and the same fluid came gushing out of Sophie’s pussy as she jumped up. A few moments ago, it had been a tight, pristine slit. Now, the lips were swollen and red, and her opening flared open. In a single, swift motion, she knelt before Professor Duke, grabbing the erupting cock and pointing it towards her face, letting it coat her, before leaning forward and taking the entire thing in her mouth!

“See what I mean!?” Hannah asked insistently. “It’s so beautiful…” her voice trailed off as she watched the scene before her.

Eventually, Sophie rose to her feet and seperated herself from Duke’s cock. “That was a great first fuck of the night dear! I’m off to find some more cock! But we definitely need to do that again!” Duke nodded eagerly, and began to stroke his now limp dick as Sophie wandered off to join the rest of the party.

Charlotte just shook her head in disbelief.

“Do you need to go?” Hannah asked. “No one here is going to hold you against your will. We don’t want anyone to be here who doesn’t want to be here. You drove here, right? I’m sure your keys and purse are right where you left them…”

Charlotte stared into Hannah’s eyes, thinking. She should go….she should leave…

“No…no…I have to stay.”

“Why?” Hannah asked. “To protect my chastity? I think you can see that’s long gone. I may not have been fucked tonight…yet. But there have been plenty of cocks inside my cunt…and mouth…and asshole…in the past few months. I’m a slut, through and through. And I’m afraid, dear Charlotte, there’s nothing you, or anyone else, can do to change that!”

Charlotte blinked. She didn’t want to argue with Hannah. She seemed so proud, so sure of herself in making that declaration. And talking about sexual chastity with her half-naked friend, as men and women fucked all around her…no, that was too much!

Her mind thought back to the scene with Sophie from a few moments ago. She realized why her father had inveighed against sexual freedom so much. She knew why her conservative community tried the best to keep impressionable young women away from temptation. She didn’t want to, but she now knew that any woman who had experienced what Sophie had would be forever turned, forever a slut! And if Hannah had experienced the same thing, she was far beyond Charlotte’s influence.

Still…she didn’t want to go.

“I’m still feeling faint…” she muttered. “I don’t think I can drive.”

“Call a rideshare?” Hannah suggested.

“Ummm…welll….it’s too expensive! And they exploit their drivers!” Charlotte spat out the words.

Hannah arched an eyebrow skeptically. Charlotte was rich, and she wasn’t willing to spend $20 to leave a den of debauchery. Charlotte was an arch-conservative, and she was worried about worker’s rights?

“Jerry can drive you home,” Professor Suffolk offered. “I know he was looking forward to watching me get my brains fucked out…but he can always watch the video!”

Video? Charlotte thought to herself. Her eyes darted around the room and she saw the telling bulbs of cameras scattered around the room. It seemed this group liked to create a record of their sin.

“No…no” Charlotte shook her head. “Look…I don’t want to leave. I don’t know, but I don’t want to leave!”

Hannah and Professor Suffolk both laughed at the prude’s insistence.

“You’re welcome to watch,” Hannah smirked, “But…well…a few months ago I came to an event like this just to watch…and well, it wasn’t that long before I had giant black cocks stuffed in all of my holes!”

Professor Suffolk nodded earnestly. “No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to do…but if you stick around, you’re going to find what you want will soon change. If you think you can just watch…you’re fooling yourself.”

Charlotte couldn’t think of anything to say in response. She just clasped her hands in her lap and looked down.

Hannah grabbed Charlotte’s chin in her hand and gently tugged her face so the two made eye contact. She leaned into Charlotte and stopped centimeters from her face. Charlotte could now only see Hannah’s glittering, green eyes. She gulped as she gazed into the intensity of Hannah’s stare, smelled the sweet perfume and musky sweat that covered Hannah’s body.

“I’m so glad you decided to join us!” Hannah gushed, smiling widely.

Charlotte shook her head desperately. “No…not join…I’m just…I’m just here.”

“Sure,” Hannah nodded. “Don’t worry! I’ll take care of you! I’ll protect you from these big, scary men!”

Professor Tracy laughed underneath the pair. “Well, if Charlotte’s well-tended to, I guess I can go have my own fun!” She jumped up and began to walk towards the center of the room, to what appeared to be the new center of the orgy. Charlotte could make out a mass of delicate white frames and darker, bulkier men, she could hear the sound of bodies slapping against each other and a mixture of femine and masculine groans and moans, but she was so stunned at Hannah’s actions and words, at her actions and words, that she couldn’t make out who was who.

As Professor Tracy approached the amorphous mass, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. She then reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, which she let fall to the floor. Without breaking a stride, she shimmied her skirt and thong down her lips. Now, completely naked, two equally nude, gigantic studs broke away from the group to escort Professor Suffolk, arm-in arm, towards the writhing mass. Charlotte lost track of her as she disappeared into the raging fuck fest.

“Well, Charlotte, I guess it’s just us now! Look, like I said before, I really, really want to fuck Professor Duke! And look, he’s just sitting there, all by himself. Come with me, please!? I promise he doesn’t bite!”

Professor Duke sat on the same couch, still naked, stills stroking his cock. It couldn’t have been that long since he had filled Sophie up with semen, and then bathed her in it, but it was now fully erect again, covered in glistening fluid—presumably a mixture of his sperm and Sophie’s pussy juice.

Charlotte nodded silently. She didn’t what she was doing. Ever since she had forcefully rejected the offer to leave, she didn’t know what she was doing. On the chair, she was safe. Hannah had promised to protect her, and she sincerely believed that whatever sexual depravity Hannah had succumbed to she wouldn’t let anything bad happen…but Hannah’s definitions of “safe” and “bad” seemed to have been radically altered.

Hannah stood and began to walk towards the sofa, where Professor Duke serenely watched the orgy unfolding before him. As she did, she turned back to Charlotte and crooked her finger towards her in a gesture to follow.

Charlotte didn’t think. Her body commanded her to follow. She shot up. As she did, a few different things happened at once. Her shirt fell open. She hadn’t noticed, but she had completely unbuttoned during her chat with Hannah and Professor Suffolk. When she got out of her sitting position, the two sides of her blouse seperated, revealing her bra and stomach! But that wasn’t the most embarrassing thing. She tripped, and fell forward, landing on the floor. She hadn’t fainted again…she wasn’t sure if that would have been better. No, she had unwittingingly unbuttoned her slacks, and as she had squirmed about under the intensity of the situation, her pants had begun to fall down her body. They caught up her legs when she started bound forward enthusiastically, and now she lay in a crumpled mess on the floor!

Within seconds, Hannah was at her side.

“CHARLOTTE!?” She cried out, concern in her voice.

“I’m…I’m okay.” Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh at herself. “I uh…I guess I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction.”

Hannah let out a sigh of relief, and as soon as she realized Charlotte was unhurt, she joined her in laughter. “Oh yes…you were stripping yourself the whole time Tracy and I were talking to you! Quite the little exhibitionist for someone who thinks this is all wrong!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Charlotte protested. “It just happened.”

Hannah patted her on the shoulder gently. “It’s okay…it’s natural. I don’t many girls who’d be able to keep their clothes on in this situation.”

Charlotte shook her head. “It’s not that…it’s just…it’s so hot!”

“Exactly!!” Hannah nodded. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you!”

Charlotte sighed and tried to get to her feet, but struggled as the legs of pants prevented graceful movement and her unbuttoned shirt exposed more and more of her skin.

“Here, let me help you!” Hannah declared. Deftly, she pulled off Charlotte’s shoes and tugged at the waist of her pants, pulling them over her legs. Then, she pulled Charlotte’s open blouse over her shoulders. Charlotte didn’t think as Hannah went to work, moving her legs and shoulders cooperatively to let Hannah strip her.

Charlotte blinked as she realized what had just happened. “Hannah! What are you doing?”

Hannah shrugged. “Your shirt wasn’t really doing anything, and you couldn’t walk straight in those pants…and you seemed pretty happy to let me do my thing!”

Hannah’s eyes roamed up and down Charlotte’s body as she spoke. She’d lived with Charlotte for the past year, and this was the most exposed she’d ever seen her. Her pussy moistened at the sight of her conservative roomate, now clad only in a bra and panties. Hannah was a petite girl; her medium sized breasts and ass looked curvy on her small frame. But Charlotte was legitimately stacked! Although fit, she was much taller and thicker than Hannah, and her breasts and ass were legitimately built! Charlotte’s underwear was unsurprisingly dull. Her white bra was lacy, but opaque and cut to cover her large breasts without accentuating them, while her white panties covered her ass and pussy.

Charlotte squirmed a little under Hannah’s appraising stare. “Um, well, with the heat cranked up I guess this is more comfortable. And I’m still wearing more clothes than just about anyone here.” Charlotte tried not to stare at Hannah’s increasingly tantalizing breasts as she spoke.

“That’s the spirit!” Hannah said, as she helped Charlotte to her feet and grasped her hand. “Now let’s go keep Professor Duke some company!”

Charlotte glanced across the room and saw that Duke still sat on the couch, alone. Sophie was now on her knees a few feet away from him, servicing two of the new arrivals with her mouth as Duke’s semen leaked out from between her legs. Duke smiled as he watched her perform, one arm casually draped against the back of the sofa, another stroking his organ.

Fidelity really wasn’t an important virtue amongst this crowd, Charlotte thought to herself, before internally wincing at the obvious nature of the thought. But then, neither was jealousy or anger. And everyone she had met tonight had been nothing but friendly, intelligent, welcoming…and incredibly debauched.

So lost was Charlotte in her thoughts she barely noticed that Hannah had taken her hand and was dragging her towards the naked giant. Hannah was much shorter than Charlotte and had a smaller frame, but the petite woman tugged her half-naked roomate along with ease. Charlotte’s normal eagerness to argue with Hannah about nearly everything seemed to have melted away.

“Hey Professor!” Hannah said cheerily.

“Why, hello there ladies!” Duke’s voice was friendly but deep, loud. It shook Charlotte out of her reverie. “Please, call me John.” He went on. “We’re well past the point of formality!”

Hannah gave a girlish giggle and waved. “You look lonely! Charlotte and I thought we’d keep you company!”

Charlotte just stared at the naked, masturbating gentlemen.

Hannah gave her a gentle, playful punch on the arm. “Don’t be rude, Charlotte! Say hi”

Charlotte just shuffled her feet and folded her arms. After a few seconds of hesitation, she lifted a hand and gave a small wave. “Um…hi. How are you?” Her voice cracked as she posed the question; as if it was asking why she was still and what she was doing more than she was asking about the naked stud’s condition.

Duke just smiled and extended his hand. Charlotte reached out and extended her own arm, barely aware of her own actions. He took his hand in her own and gripped it, firmly but not painfully, and gave it a polite shake.

“It’s look you’ve become more comfortable Charlotte. Are you having a nice time?”

Charlotte just gave a slight nod of her head, and then, as if realizing what that she had confirmed that she was enjoying being a spectator at an orgy that featured some of her best friends and faculty members, she blushed a deep red and looked away as she bit her lip.

Before she could think of a way to walk back that nod, she felt herself moving towards the ground. Hannah, had taken her hand in her own and was kneeling in front of Duke. She had pulled Charlotte along with her. Charlotte now kneeled in front of Duke, clad only in her underwear and her face now inches from his massive, naked weapon!

It almost entirely dominated Charlotte’s field of vision. She found herself unable look away, unable to think. A part of her was screaming that she needed to move, to get away, that it was wrong to kneel before a naked man…let alone a naked older man…let alone a naked professor. A deeper part of her, a part of her that she wasn’t proud of, that she wanted to swat away, told her that she shouldn’t be kneeling, half-naked in front of a naked black man. She knew this was wrong, but distant echoes of her father’s ignorant diatribes reverberated in her head alongside the stupid, awful comments of her high school classmates. In the past few months, she had come to realize how ugly those sentiments were, but somehow, she couldn’t dispel them altogether.

“Charlotte. Charlotte. Charlotte…” Hannah heard a soft, feminine voice calling her name, but it was distant, hard to hear. “CHARLOTTE!” The voice became more urgent and Charlotte slowly turned away from the sight of Duke’s exposed member. “Why slowly?” She thought. Turning her gaze was one of the hardest things she ever one. She silently screamed to herself, trying to understand why she had little control over her own body.

When she was finally able to turn her eyes to the source of the voice, she saw Hannah looking at her, an eyebrow arched expectantly. “You seem distracted, Charlotte!” Hannah teased. She then pulled off her glasses and handed them to Charlotte. “Be a dear and hold these for me, will you? I don’t want them to get damaged with what’s going to happen next. Charlotte heart sank and her stomach felt like it was filled with rocks. She knew what was going to happen next. On an instinctual level, she knew. She couldn’t put the inevitable into words, couldn’t fathom a coherent sequence of events that would logically flow, but on a primal level, she knew something was happening. Something perverted. Something debauched. Something natural. Something…something. She shook her head, unwilling to continue this train of thought.

Hannah’s hands moved, and she pulled a previously unnoticed hair tie from her wrist. As she beamed at Charlotte, she gave her a mischievous wink. “Little slut tip for you, hon! Always keep one of those handy! A good slut is always ready to suck a big black cock, and this can make it a lot more fun!” As she spoke, she tied her hair into a tight pony tail. Charlotte couldn’t help but stare as Hannah’s breasts popped out with the motion, her pale, small nipples hard as diamonds. Charlotte’s bra began to feel increasingly tight as her own nipples began to harden and press against the white fabric. Charlotte began to squirm. She told herself it was because of the strange sights and circumstances, but she couldn’t help but notice that her panties were becoming increasingly soaked. She couldn’t discount the pressure on her bra as part of the same impulse. And the heat…the incredible heat that she had felt since recovering from her fainting fit.

As Charlotte mused about what was happening to her body, Hannah got to work. She took the giant black shaft in her small, white hands. Though she gripped it with both hands, most of it was still visible. Together, Hannah’s hands barely wrapped around the behemoth. The mighty organ had been obviously large, but its enormity was only amplified in comparison to her roomate and friend’s dainty, pale hands. The contrast between Hannah’s pale skin, highlighted by a bright red nail polish that a few months ago would have been wholly out of character for the bookish nerd, held an entrancing, enigmatic beauty.

Charlotte’s breathing grew shallow as she watched Hannah’s rub and twist along the shaft. Her vision narrowed to a pair of hands and the cock. She didn’t think of whose hands they were. She didn’t even think of the cock as a cock…just a beautiful, onyx obelisk. She forgot for a moment where she was. She forget she was half-naked, in a room full of screaming sluts. It was like she was hypnotized.

But the trance didn’t last long. The dainty white hands which had held her transfixed suddenly stopped, and Hannah’s face entered into Charlotte’s field of vision. She held her mouth wide open. It still seemed so much smaller than the cock, now held still in her hands. As Charlotte watched Hannah’s face descend, she realized with a shiver that Hannah was really quite beautiful. She didn’t know why she hadn’t really thought about it before. Why did it take watching her strip down to near-nudity and worship a black cock to cause such an obvious revelation? Well, Charlotte had never really been in the business of considering the physical attractiveness of other women, let alone her friends. Let alone her roommate. But in this setting, how could she not?

Time seemed to slow as Hannah lowered her head towards the shaft. Then, it suddenly sped up. Hannah opened her mouth, wide. It still seemed so small compared to its target. But despite that contrast in size, she swallowed the entire cock with ease! In seconds, the entire thing was engulfed by her mouth, and she began to bob her head up and down, letting out happy moans and groans around the monster. Hannah was certainly audible in her delight, but she seemed to have no difficulty in her task. Charlotte’s mouth formed into a shocked “O” as she watched her roommate’s head bounce up and down, as the she saw the sheer size of Duke’s cock exposed as Hannah moved up, only to be quickly swallowed again as Hannah took the entire girth and length down her mouth! She clasped her hand to her mouth, and realized she was still holding Hannah’s glasses. She looked down at them, the an icon of nerdiness and bookishness, worn a few moments ago by the sucking, bobbing slut in front of her. She smiled fondly as she remembered all the times Hannah had lost them, all the times she had to help her search for them around her dorm room. She was still helping her friend with those same glasses, but the context was oh so different now. Not wanting to let Hannah down by losing them, or worse, breaking them, she closed the earpieces and gently set them on a side table next to the couch where Duke sat.

As Hannah worked, Duke let out the occasional, deep groan of appreciation. His hands began to play with Hannah’s hair, but he never tried to dominate her, never tried to force her or direct her or hold her down. He just laid back, letting her work, and smiling at her with a look of sheer joy on his face. Hannah-petite, shy, awkward, Hannah-seemed to hold so much power over the bigger, older man.

In time-Charlotte had no idea how much time—Hannah popped Duke’s cock out of her mouth altogether. Her breathing was ragged, rapid. As she caught her breath and fanned her face, she smiled at Charlotte. Strands of hair hung down over her face and stuck up from her head, but it was stilled tied back tightly in a pony tail. This had let Charlotte watch every moment of the intense blowjob Hannah had just delivered. Charlotte realized this was probably by design.

Hannah’s eyes now had a dreamy, clouded look to them. She gave Charlotte an equally dreamy smile, and began to languidly stroke Duke’s cock up and down as she spoke to Charlotte. “Charlotte,” she said seriously, invoking her roomates name in a tone that indicated she believed what she was to say was very important, had been very carefully thought. “Charlotte, this may come as a surprise to you but in the past few months I’ve fucked a lot of black cocks! Dozens…maybe more…have pounded my pussy, been in my mouth, plundered my asshole!

Charlotte blinked. A few hours ago, this statement would have been a surprise. Now…it was not.

“And I’ve loved every minute of it! Every inch of them! But Charlotte!” Hannah’s tone became more urgent. “Charlotte, I believe this is one of the finest cocks I’ve ever seen!” Hannah punctuated her statement by kissing the head, an almost chaste gesture after the vigorous blowjob she had just delivered.

Hannah rose from her knees and kicked off her shoes, leaving her feet bare. She bent over and reached her hands under her skirt. She bent over and in a surprisingly graceful gesture stepped out of the thong-g-string really-that Charlotte had caught a glimpse of…it seemed likes ages ago, but Charlotte realized it could have only been minutes.

Hannah dropped the tiny bit of fabric to the ground. Her hands went to the side of her skirt and undid something, as the skirt fell leaving her nude body completely exposed to Charlotte! Completely exposed to Professor Duke! Completely exposed to the dozens of others in the room! When Charlotte had first met Hannah, she wouldn’t even wear a towel in front of others after getting out of the shower, always insisting on getting fully dressed in her room, door locked and closed.

Now, she smiled down at Charlotte, completely naked. Charlotte stared up at her, still on her knees. Hannah’s breasts moved as she breathed heavily. Charlotte averted her eyes, not wanting to stare at her friend’s heaving breasts. But as she looked down, she saw Hannah’s exposed vagina! It was almost completely shaven, a little, neatly trimmed strip of brownish-red hair advertising that Hannah still eschewed any form of hair dye.

She stepped forward, kicking aside the little bits of fabric that were the last guardians of her modesty that had pooled around her feet. She grinned down at Charlotte, holding her hands on her hips. “Like what you see? It’s rude to stare!” She giggled at that, and then gave Charlotte another mischievous wink. “Not that I mind!”

Then, in a single, swift motion, she scrambled onto the chair where Duke sat, squatting over him.

“Oh no…no, she couldn’t…she wouldn’t?” Charlotte thought desperately to herself. For all the depraved words that had come from Hannah’s mouth, all the debauched acts she had participated in…she wouldn’t actually take one of those massive, dark beasts into her tiny, pink pussy!

Hannah began to slowly sink downwards, her bare pussy moving closer and closer to the massive cock that had been in her mouth minutes ago. Inch by inch, the tight slit came closer to being split open by the gargantuan ebony rod.

Charlotte wanted to look away. She told herself that watching such a vulgar act would be wrong. And that she certainly couldn’t bare to see her dear friend and roommate debase herself in such an obscene manner. But try as she might, she couldn’t. It was like her head was held in a vice, forcing her to watch the inevitable plundering of Hannah’s tight slit.

Suddenly, Hannah stopped. Her slow but inevitable descent halted, and Charlotte wanted for a moment if some miracle had caused her to come to her senses. The phantom grip that held her gaze locked upon Duke’s cock and Hannah’s pussy lifted, and she looked up at Hannah. Hannah looked down at her with a sweet, casual smile.

“Charlotte sweetie,” she began, her voice all polite solicitation. “Would you be a dear and help me out? Professor Duke’s cock is just SOOO big…I want to make sure when he finally fucks me that I can focus on getting it all in. Would you…would you hold it for me? I don’t want to risk the joy of his first penetration being spoiled by something silly like it slipping it out or something! I know I’m going to lose control once it starts work its way into my cunt!”

Charlotte winced at the filthy words. So shocked was she by the sweetly delivered, obscene worded request that it took a few seconds to process exactly what Hannah was asking. When it did, her eyes widened like saucers and she stared up Hannah with an enigmatic intensity. How dare Hannah use such nasty language with her!? How dare Hannah ask Charlotte, a virtuous, conservative, Southern belle, to her to “help” in her defilement?! How dare she ask Charlotte, a virgin waiting to save herself until marriage in accordance with the demands of her culture and her faith, touch the exposed penis of a man she had only met minutes ago!?

As these thoughts raged through Charlotte’s mind and she tried to muster the composure to articulate more than a mere burst of indignation, an alabaster, feminine hand intruded on her field of vision. It steadily approached Duke’s exposed, waiting cock. Had some other girl kneeled beside Charlotte, willing to fulfill the request that Charlotte was so adamantly opposed to? Charlotte tried to turn her head to see who the newcomer was, but that vicelike, phantom grip returned. She just watched.

Finally, inevitably, the hand came to the cock. It wrapped its fingers around the base of the beast, confidently and without doubt. Charlotte felt the sensation of warm, soft flesh encasing something hard and unbending as steel. She felt something alive, pulsing with powerful energy in her hand. She felt waves of intense energy rock her entire body, spasms of some unknown but delightful sensation overwhelm her consciousness. She felt the heat, which had been bothering her all night, build up to almost unbearable levels. She heard a deep, guttural, but still feminine moaning sound. She felt the accumulation of fluid which had been building up all night between her legs gush forth in a forceful, powerful which left her panties soaked. She felt her nipples harden like diamonds and begin to push uncomfortably against her bra, as if they would tear through the white, cotton fabric like bullets through glass.

She lost her balance, and slumped forward, losing sight of the cock and pussy, which, for the past few moments, had become her world. Desperate for some release, she grasped the cups of her bra with and popped her breasts out. As she felt the cool air rush across her newly exposed nipples and breasts, she realized the heat which had been so bothersome had nothing to do with the climate control. The room began to spin and shake and the guttural moaning transformed into a desperate but still feminine shriek. Her vision flashed white, the sensations tearing through her body reached a primal crescendo, and for a moment Charlotte had no realization of where she was, who she was with, who she even was!

The white flash began to dissipate, but Charlotte found herself desperately out of breath, gasping for air and panting with exertion. She shook her head, trying to reorient herself, and looked back up. Her eyes ran across her arm, which was extended forward, her triceps exerting as the arm appeared to be reaching towards something above her.

“Oh no…” Charlotte thought to herself. “It can’t be….what did you do!”

Slowly, Charlotte’s eyes traced her way up her arm to see what it was reaching towards. She nearly fainted when her gaze finally confirmed the increasingly obvious surmise which she hadn’t wanted to admit: the hand which she had seen approaching Duke’s penis as she prepared to tell off Hannah was her own! The hand which had so confidently and assuredly gripped it was her own! The feminine voice letting out a torrent of moans and shrieks was her own!

Whatever had happened to her body…she didn’t know what it was, but she recalled all the expressions and declarations of passion and delight that had been bombarding her senses since she had awoken from her fainting fit. Now, she had merely touched one of the beautiful black penises that had been such an important fixture of the evening’s festivities, and her body and mind had been torn about by sensations she couldn’t even imagine. If merely touching it could cause such a feeling, what would having it inside her do???? The past few seconds had been bizarre, primal, unfathomable—and wonderful! She had never felt such pleasure, such thrill! A part of her still screamed that this was wrong, that she could find her clothes and leave, but another, increasingly insistent part told her that the way that so many of the women she had come to love and respect had engaged in such carnal debauchery was right and natural.

“Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte.” A familiar, gentle female voice began to intone behind her, the tone simultaneously playful and scolding. “Whatever have you gotten yourself into?”

Charlotte turned to find the source of the voice, her hand still firmly gripped around Duke’s cock.

Anne approached her, a wicked grin on her face and eyes shining with mirth. Anne, the quiet and intelligent stalwart of so many lunches. Anne, her favorite of Hannah’s new friends. Anne, her sole kindred spirit amongst the new and strange crowd that now surrounded Hannah. Charlotte had seen Anne show her true nature long ago, but her appearance now was no less strange to her.

Her pussy was stretched open and its lips swollen, the lips red. Her entire body had a shine to it, illuminated by an all-encompassing layer of sweat. Globs of white goo were streaked across the entirety of her naked body, and were especially concentrated on her face, breasts, and inner thighs. Strands of the white goo dripped from her breasts and dribbled from her mouth. Her hair stuck out from her head in a tangled mess, and globs of the white goo were visible throughout. Despite her wrecked appearance, the twinkle in her eyes, the vivacity of her smile, and an otherwise ineffable glow cried out that she was filled with happiness and joy.

Charlotte just stared as her friend, the thoroughly fucked whore, sauntered towards her. When Charlotte had first seen Anne fucking like a wanton slut, she had been shocked, disturbed. Now, Anne looked even sluttier than before. Some strange force within Charlotte chastised her for her first reaction to watching Anne’s frolics, told her that the sight before her was beautiful, natural. Charlotte found herself increasingly unable to think of reasons why this was wrong.

In seconds, Anne was beside her, and sank to her knees so she was level with Charlotte.

She smiled sweetly and gently stroked Charlotte’s cheek.

“I’m so glad you decided to join us, honey!” She said, genuine warm and enthusiasm in her face and eyes. As if to emphasize the point, she reached forward and tweaked one of Charlotte’s exposed nipples. Charlotte’s pale skin turned bright red as she another revelation about her own conduct over the past few minutes came rushing to the fore of her mind: she had exposed herself! Exposed herself in front of both strangers and friends alike, all of whom were uninhibited hedonists! Surely they would think that she was one of them now!

She really should cover herself! But it had been so warm before. And the bra had been so uncomfortable against her nipples. And Anne’s fingers felt so nice playing with her nipple. And she might have to let go of one of the wonderful, magnificent cock in her hand…

“What the hell?” Charlotte thought to herself. “This is getting out of hand!” She giggled to herself at the turn of phrase, still rational enough to be self-conscious about the fact that she couldn’t bring herself to pull her actual hand away from an older stranger’s penis.

She quickly regained some semblance of composure and began to shake her head, desperate to contradict Anne’s assumption.

“No, no!” Her words came out in a hurried, frantic rush. “I was just…I was just with Hannah…and…well she asked me for help…”

Her thoughts began to catch up with her words, and she remembered why and how she had ended up in this position. She looked up to see if Hannah was still there, part hoping she would be, part hoping that in the chaos of the past few seconds she had gotten dressed and would be sitting nearby, fully clothed and chaste.

The still strange but increasingly familiar sensation between her legs throbbed when she saw her still nude roommate squatting above the monster cock, her position unchanged. Charlotte wryly remembered the subtle changes in Hannah’s workout routine, an emphasis on exercises which would allow her to squat and place herself into positions like Charlotte had seen tonight for prolonged periods of time, that would give the flexibility to twist her body into positions that Charlotte couldn’t even fathom a few hours ago.

Hannah giggled as her gaze matched Charlotte’s.

“Thanks Charlotte. You’re such a good friend!!”

With that, she dropped herself in a single, fluid motion and impaled herself on the cock! As she descended, her pussy lips eagerly spread to allow the beast to enter her body, and within seconds the pristine, tiny slit was fully split open, and Hannah was wholly impaled on the monster rod. Hannah buit her lower lip, threw her head back and let out deep moans and grunts as she speared herself, but had no difficulty or hesitation in letting the behemoth into her body. More waves of intensity wracked Charlotte’s body as Hannah’s lower body made contact with her hand, but she managed to retain her senses this time. Once the weapon was fully and firmly embedded in Hannah’s pink folds, she looked down at Charlotte. Her eyelids were now hooded, her eyes dreamily glazed over. Her breath was shallow, jagged. She spoke to Charlotte coherently, but with clear exertion, her words coming out staccato, forced out between pants and gasps of pleasure.

“Oh Charlotte. Of all the, many, many, MANY cocks I have taken, this is definitely one of the best! Thanks so much for helping put it in!”

She then began to bounce and grind, high pitched, rapid yelps replacing any semblance of speech or thought. Her pale, dainty hand began to furiously rub at the top of her pussy, a small white knob that Charlotte had noticed as she got a close up view of her roomate’s most intimate parts. As Charlotte watched her eagerly and easily bounce up and down on Duke, as she watched his monster weapon easily pound in and out of her tiny pussy, Charlotte realized that Hannah hadn’t needed any help at all! The little harlot had tricked her! She was a natural born black cock slut, who didn’t need any sort of assistance in taking even such a terrifying monster into her!

The realization didn’t inspire any anger, any disgust, in Charlotte. She just stood transfixed as Hannah joyfully rode the cock, sometimes bouncing up and down with her own energy, sometimes grinding her hips in place, sometimes giving into Professor Duke’s force as he gripped her hips and thrust his own hips up and down, entering and exiting her tight but experienced cunt. Sometimes, Hannah pushed herself so deeply down on Duke’s cock that it crowded out Charlotte’s hand. When that happened, Charlotte found herself unwilling to remove her hand entirely from the fuck fest, and began to fondle and rub the equally impressive ballsack under Hannah’s writhing body.

All the while, Hannah let out a series of shrieks, groans and grunts. There were words too, but they didn’t indicate any sort of deliberate thought on Hannah’s part. They were simply an obscene litany, a recitation of vulgarities that were barely more articulate than the animalistic sounds that erupted from Hannah’s body.

“SPLIT THAT FUCKING CUNT OPEN! FUCK ME! OH SHIT! SO GOOD! SO BIG! TAKE YOUR BLACK COCK SLUT! FUCK MY WHORE PUSSY! IT FEELSS SOOOOO GOOODDDD! FUCCKCKKKKK!!!” Hannah was so smart, so insightful. She had verbally jousted with Charlotte on so many complex and nuanced topics, always showing an incredible degree of wit and erudition. As Charlotte listened to the vulgar words between the desperate sounds of pleasure, she knew this was the same young woman who had been such a brilliant duelist. And she knew that the words that Hannah now spoke were as deeply felt, as brilliantly insightful, as anything that Hannah had said before.

As Hannah bounced and moaned on the cock, she reached her hands back behind her head and pulled the hair tie which had allowed for Charlotte to see such a vivid display of her oral sex skills out of her hair. She threw it to the side and shook her head, allowing her hair to blow out into a brown-red halo, strands of hair falling over her face. Charlotte couldn’t help but admire the way her bouncing breasts stood out as she did so.

Charlotte knelt, rapt at the sights and sounds before. Her focus was broken by a sharp sensation at her crotch, punctuated by increasingly familiar waves of pleasure cascading through her body. Something was rubbing her crotch, at about the same place where Hannah’s hands so furiously worked her own body. She gasped as she felt something long, but thin and delicate begin to push into her untouched, pink folds! She didn’t know or understand what was happening…she knew it was wrong…she’d been to enough church youth group meetings where she’d been worried about letting anyone but her future husband so close…but she liked it!

Still gasping in shock and delight, Charlotte broke her gaze from Hannah and sharply looked around the room. As she turned to her right, she saw Anne staring at her, giving her a beatific smile, mischief flashing across her eyes. She blinked coquettishly and shrugged her shoulders.

“You seemed to be getting into the moment, Charlotte. I thought I’d help you along!”

Charlotte looked down, and saw that Anne had shoved her hand down her panties, and that it was rubbing along her now unprotected crotch! Charlotte just gulped, enjoying the feelings Anne was producing too much to complain or argue.

“If you want me stop, I will…no one wants you to do anything you don’t want to…no one will do anything to you don’t want…” Anne’s eyes widened and her tone suggested a forthright sincerity, but the smile never left her face, the spark of mischief never faded from her eyes.

She turned to look up at Hannah.

"She's just so beautiful, isn't she? When I first met her, I never imagined she was such a slut...and now...look at her go! God, don't you wish you could be her right now??"

Charlotte gulped and blinked. She tried to scowl, to ball her hands into fists, to stomp and bray in dismay at the prospect that she'd want to be in Hannah's position...but she couldn't. She just continued to kneel, silently, and turned her gaze back to her rutting whore of a roomate.

Suddenly, Hannah stopped her bucking and thrashing about. She continued to pant, and looked down at her speared pussy, eyes wide. "Oh god yes! Fucking flood me, fill up my dirty white cunt!" She gasped the words out with determined desperation as she slammed her body down, taking the entirety of Professor Duke's monster cock inside of her, completely enveloping it! Charlotte's hand was again pushed down and she again found herself caressing the older man's ball sack, which suddenly began to pulse.

"Oh, yessss..." Anne hissed next to Charlotte. "I love this part!"

White fluid began to leak out from Hannah's pussy, which remained stretched out and impaled on Professor Duke's pulsing organ. A guttural, animalistic keening sound erupted from Charlotte's petite, nerdy, naked, sweating roommate, like nothing Charlotte had ever before heard. Hannah thrust herself up, exposing the black shaft that had been buried deep within her, and more white fluid erupted from her now gaping hole as she did. Eventually, the spurting obelisk slipped free from her pussy altogether, and Hannah collapsed to Duke's side, white fluid gushing from her well-used, gaping pussy.

A geyser of thick, white fluid erupted from Duke's now exposed cock, and shot over Charlotte's head. Charlotte blinked, and realized that the spurting organ was flapping around wildly, and threatened to douse her in its emissions! She ducked quickly, not wanting to get splashed with the strange substance.

As she did, Anne pushed her back and took up the position that Charlotte had assumed for the past several moments, kneeling directly in front of Professor Duke. She didn't merely fondle his spurting cock though! No, she quickly enveloped the erupting shaft with her own mouth and plunged her head down on it, throat convulsing as it swallowed the eruption of sperm.

Charlotte struggled to get to her knees before Anne managed to swallow the cock, and as she did, a bit of the sperm struck her exposed shoulder. Charlotte was so caught up in the sights before however, she didn't even notice. She just stared as Anne bobbed her head up and down rapidly on the shaft, still stunned at how big the beast was, still stunned at how easily Anne took it into her dainty mouth. Hannah meanwhile, lay on her side on the couch, next to Duke, gurgling happily as she scooped out bits of white fluid from between her legs and sucked her fingers.

Hannah looked so beautiful. So happy. That hot, strange feeling between Charlotte's legs began to search and she tore her gaze away. As she did, she looked down and saw the warm, sticky fluid that had landed on her. She looked back up at Hannah, who cooed happily as she ate the same substance that was leaking out of her used vagina.

Without thinking, Charlotte lifted two fingers to her shoulder and scooped a bit of the strange substance into her fingers. She lifted the fingers to her nose and sniffed. A jolt of electricity shot through her body. Her lips parted. She put the fingers in her mouth, began to suck. An even stronger jolt of electricity shot through her body. The fluid wasn't delicious exactly...but it was powerful, primal. She felt something she'd never felt before when it entered her mouth.

A powerful moan escaped her lips. It didn't go unnoticed. Anne popped her head off Duke's cock and turned back to look at the source. She saw Charlotte, kneeling, breasts hanging out of her bra, panties soaked through in the front, sucking on her fingers wantonly. She flashed a wicked grin, the look of joy lighting up her entire face and spreading to her eyes.

She turned and crawled on all fours to Charlotte, smiling sweetly at her all the while.

"Charlotte honey," she cooed when she was only inches away from the half-naked, raven haired beauty. "I'm so sorry I pushed you like that. But I just couldn't let that cum go to waste, and you didn't look like you were willing to make good use of it!"

Charlotte stared into her naked friend's eyes, but couldn't think of anything to say to that. Anne took her face in her hands and pressed her face so the two were nose-to-nose. "I'll make it up to you..." she whispered. She then began to stand, and as she did pulled Charlotte up with her.

Anne affectionally wrapped her hand around Charlotte's shoulder and murmured gently into her ear. "I know this has been a strange night for you--you should take a seat, relax. She tugged her hand and began to guide her towards the couch, where Professor Duke sat stroking his cock and Hannah lay curled up.

Charlotte regained some of her senses and resisted the pull. "Anne!" She hissed. "I'm not going to sit next to a naked man who just had sex with my roommate!"

Anne frowned and looked sadly at Charlotte. She supposed that despite having stroked the man's cock and balls and having stripped down to near nudity, some of Charlotte's stubborn prudishness remained. She turned to Duke and gave him a shooing gesture. He smiled up at Anne and began to pull himself up, before turning to Hannah and giving her an affectionate kiss on the forehead.

"I had a lovely time fucking you my dear, but it's time to go play with the others," Hannah murmured happily and pulled herself upright, so she was now sitting on the couch. She saw Anne and Charlotte approaching and smiled widely.

She repositioned herself on the couch, so she now sat up straight and upright, breasts sticking out proudly. Her legs were spread, not deliberately but nonchalantly, as if she didn't care that she was naked and exposing her most private parts to two of her close friends. Charlotte gulped as she noticed that Hannah's once tight slit was now swollen, the lips flared open, and that it was leaking the white fluid that had erupted from Duke's organ.

As they walked, Anne whispered into her ear. "Let's get you more comfortable." She reached behind Charlotte's back, and with a single, swift motion undid the clasp on the back of her bra! The conservative, white heavy garment fell to the floor, leaving Charlotte clad only in her panties and a silver cross that rested above her exposed breasts. Charlotte should have protested, but well--she'd been so hot. She was more comfortable now. Her near nudity seemed natural and comfortable.

Hannah gave an uneven smirk at the approaching bare, hands resting on her knees, cum continuing to drip from her exposed pussy. She patted a hand on the space left by Professor Duke, beckoning Charlotte to join her.

Charlotte felt more calm as she walked closer to her friend and roommate. For all the strangeness of that night, for all of Hannah’s casual nudity, sitting next to her friend on a couch seemed benign, and comfortable. She took a seat next to Hannah. Hannah wrapped her arm around Charlotte’s shoulder and pulled her into an embrace.

“See Charlotte. No one is going to hurt you. You’re safe here.” She said reassuringly.

Anne leaned forward, her inches face from Charlotte.

“You’re so gorgeous, dear. But you need to relax. Let me take care of you.”

The chestnut-haired waif then slid down, so she kneeled between Charlotte’s legs, just as Charlotte had kneeled before Professor Duke moments ago.

Anne rubbed Charlotte’s legs, moving her hands gently along her calves, her thighs, and the sides of her leg, and eventually hooked her fingers into the waistbands of Charlotte’s panties.

Charlotte looked down at her friend as she worked, bare breasts heaving with anticipation, confusion, and, although she didn’t realize, it, excitement.

Anne looked up at her, eyes shining. “I’m sorry about before. I just can’t control myself around black cock! And I feel I should make it up to you.”

Hannah was nuzzling her face against Charlotte’s cheek and neck, gently nibbling and kissing her. Charlotte was floating—she felt vague pleasure at her friends’ ministrations but didn’t comprehend what they were doing to her.

Hannah took one of Charlotte’s hands in her own and spoke into her ear. “Anne is quite the skilled cunt eater! Believe me, I know. Of all the fellow sluts I’ve had go to town on my pussy, she’s one of the best!”

Hannah’s crude words brought Charlotte crashing back to reality, at least a bit. She turned to stare at Hannah, and the two girl’s eyes locked as Charlotte stared at her. Charlotte was about to ask Hannah what the hell she was on about when she heard Anne giggle. She looked down at the woman perched between her legs and saw that she was beaming, a look of pride lighting up her eyes.

“Hannah here is the most skilled slut I know, more than girls who’ve been taking cock for years! That means a lot to me. Now Charlotte, may I?” Anne asked the final question sweetly, politely, as if she was asking if she could take Charlotte’s coat.

Hannah used her free hand to tweak at one of Charlotte’s nipples and urged her on. “You have to let her have a go at you!” A jolt of pleasure erupted from Charlotte as Hannah played with her nipples. She felt Hannah’s hot breath against the side of her face, her neck, her shoulders. She felt Anne’s hot breath against her crotch. For a moment, that pleasure crowded out any of her other thoughts. She wasn’t floating, half aware of where she was. No, her mind was clear. She wanted to feel good. She wanted Hannah to keep making her feel good. She wanted Anne to make her feel better.

She looked down at Anne. She nodded.



A part of Hannah debated making Charlotte beg, to articulate what she wanted Anne to do. But she knew that a dangerous prude still lurked within Charlotte, and if she pushed too hard, that prude would emerge and erase all of the evening’s progress.

Hannah clasped her hands together and let out a delighted squeal. “You’re gonna love this sweetie!”

Anne quickly went to work.

She pulled on Charlotte’s panties, sliding them down her waist. Charlotte lifted her hips and extended her legs, making it easier for Anne to remove her last bit of clothing, to expose her womanhood to the room where a sex party raged around them.

As Charlotte’s tight, pink slit was exposed, the two veteran whores raised their eyebrows in unison. The prudish virgin was shaved completely bare! Not a single patch of hair covered the beautiful sight of her unspoiled hole! Charlotte giggled a little and shrugged when she noticed their surprise. “It’s important to stay tidy!” She explained.

As the surprise at Charlotte’s cleanly shaven crotch wore off, Anne licked her lips. The tight, virgin slit before her was dripping wet! If Anne didn’t know any better, she’d have thought Charlotte had already taken a load or two from some of the studs at the party. But this was all Charlotte’s excitement! Intoxicated by the sight and the sweet smell, Anne dove between Charlotte’s legs. Charlotte let out a gasp as, for the first time, she felt a tongue make contact with her labia. Anne started by licking Charlotte’s pussy lips, delivering small but passionate kisses to Charlotte’s inner thighs and around her pussy, provoking little squeaks of awe-inspired pressure from the virgin. Charlotte’s breathing grew ragged, and Hannah gripped one of her hands in her own again, using the other to run her fingers through the other girl’s long, black hair.

“Do you like it, sweetie?” She asked, her tone more compassionate and curious than mocking. She knew this was her roommate's first sexual experience, and she wanted to make sure she enjoyed it—that she wouldn’t shy away from the path of becoming a true slut.

Charlotte just whimpered.

Anne sensed the time for teasing was ending. She stuck her tongue out, lapping Charlotte’s pussy with a long, sensuous stroke, before sticking it into Charlotte’s virgin folds. Charlotte gasped with shock and her eyes rolled back into her head. As Anne worked her tongue into her hole, her whimpering became more intense, and rapid, and eventually devolved into a long, mournful groan Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she arched her hips and back up, pushing her vagina deeper into Anne’s face. Her breasts heaved and her chest flushed red. The silver cross, the last item on her body, moved to the side as she began to thrash about.

Hannah grabbed her head and turned to the side, so they now faced each other. Their faces were less than an inch apart. Charlotte couldn’t focus to meet Hannah’s gaze. The new, wonderful sensations that Anne was drawing out were too much. But Hannah held her face, stared deeply into her eyes, and brought her mouth to Charlotte’s. The warm, soft lips against Charlotte’s intensified her pleasure. Hannah’s smell, her taste, drove her wild. She opened her mouth, and Hannah stuck her tongue in. Charlotte’s tongue lashed out to wrestle with Hannah’s. The roommates were locked in a passionate make-out session, french-kissing each other with mutual passion and ardor.

Suddenly, Charlotte broke the kiss and her breathing became even more ragged, her panting more intense. Her eyes widened in amazement and confusion and she let out a primal squeal. An even more intense pleasure was tearing through her body, centered around a spot right above her pussy. She looked down to see what happening! Anne was now longer lapping at her pussy, but had moved up, and was now working her tongue over the bit of a white nub at the top of her pussy! Charlotte looked shocked but pleased as moans and grunts escaped her mouth and she gripped Hannah’s hand even tighter.

Her head began to thrash about, her cross necklace bouncing about, as the world spun around her. She eventually made eye contact with Hannah. “What…what is this?”

“Anne’s found your clitoris!” Hannah smiled. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Ohhhhhhhhh” was the only response Charlotte could muster.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Charlotte moaned even louder as Anne stuck one, then two fingers into her vagina and began to work them in and out of her hole, as her tongue switched between flicking at her clitoris, licking her pussy lips, and joining her fingers inside her pussy.

Charlotte melted with pleasure. Just as she didn’t think she could feel any better, Hannah bent her down and kissed one of her nipples before taking it in her mouth. Before long, Hannah opened her mouth wider and was sucking and licking as much of Charlotte’s large breasts as she could.

Charlotte melted. The tongues and fingers of her slutty friends were bringing her places she didn’t know existed. A tiny part of her still coherent mind worried that she was a lesbian, that she’d be shunned back in her Alabama hometown. Another, more powerful part of her mind told her this was worth being shunned. That she’d rather be accepted by these sluts than the idiots back home.

The debate ended when waves of pleasure, similar to what she’d experienced before but far more intense, began to wrack her body. A powerful howl, a sound she didn’t think she was capable of making, erupted from her mouth. Her legs thrashed about uncontrollably, her head swung back and forth. One of her hands frantically tweaked at the nipple that Hannah was not working with her mouth, the other, still held by Hannah, clutched the other girls in a death grip. Her body was now convulsing, her pale flesh flushed red.

Charlotte was no longer in control of her own body. She felt an incredible pressure coming from her crotch, and her pleasure reached new heights as she felt fluid come pouring out of the hole being tended to Anne! Oh no! She had just peed on her friend! Surely Anne would be disgusted and walk away. But Anne held affixed her mouth even more tightly to Charlotte’s spasming pussy, seemingly determined not to let Charlotte’s thrashing deter her from her feast.

Eventually, Charlotte’s pleasure reached a peak and she felt her mental faculties return, her control over her body increase. A warm, pleasant feeling suffused her entire body, in contrast to the intense waves that had wracked it a moment ago. Still, she blushed. She had peed on Anne’s face!!

Anne looked up at her, clear fluid dripping from her face. It was covered.

“Anne…oh my gosh….I’m so sorry!”

Anne just smiled sweetly and stood, pulling her body forward so her soaked face was inches from Charlotte. Anne’s face glistened with a clear but viscous liquid, more thick than urine but not as thick as the rivers of white liquid she’d seen erupt from the black penises that night. It smelled…sweet.

Anne grinned at her. “Why?”

“I uh…I lost control…I made a mess on your face.” Anne licked her lips. “I um. I peed on you!’

Hannah and Anne burst out laughing. “No, no, no!” Anne said. Hannah stroked Charlotte’s hair. “Honey, you didn’t pee on her! You’re a squirter. Our little Southern belle is a squirter!”

“More like a fire hose!” Anne giggled.

Charlotte blushed even more. She wasn’t sure if that was any better. Gosh…she was now completely naked….well completely naked except for her cross necklace. She had just had what even she recognized as a powerful orgasm brought on by two women…one of whom was one of her closest friends, the other someone who became one of her closest friends. The part of her that worried she was a lesbian began to cry out. She tried to rationalize what had just happened. Okay, she’d just made out with her roommate and squirted all over her friend's face, but Hannah and Anne had taken the lead on everything. She hadn’t done anything to them! She’d been overwhelmed by the events and was a passive participant. Not even a participant! A recipient! She’d just been swept along. Anne and Charlotte might be lesbian sluts, but she was still a virtuous paragon of Southern, traditional values!

Anne plopped down on the couch next to her. Professor Duke had been too big, and only two people could fit on the couch if he were one of them. Anne, Charlotte, and Hannah made a tight squeeze, but they still fit. Still, Charlotte felt herself squeezed between the two nude girls, and her excitement began to grow as she felt the bare, soft, warm flesh against hers.

“Who the hell am I kidding?” She thought to herself. “I left traditional, Southern values behind a long time ago…” She smiled to herself. She realized that she was quite pleased to have done so.

Anne began to play with Charlotte’s breasts, tweaking her nipples, and licking and sucking at them. Hannah placed her hand between Charlotte’s legs, and Charlotte, without thinking, spread them to allow Hannah to do whatever she pleased. Her genitals were now being wantonly displayed, but she didn’t care.

Hannah stroked her pussy, and it was a warm, familiar, pleasant sensation. She enjoyed it, although it was quite a bit less intense than the working over Anne had delivered.

“Anne,” Hannah said pensively. “I think Charlotte’s ready.”

Anne looked up from one of Charlotte’s breasts and smiled.

“I think you’re right!”

Charlotte gulped. Her mind reeled. She waited for that paragon of traditional virtue that had been yelling at her for the past several minutes to remerge, to tell her to get the hell out. To provide a good reason why she shouldn’t take one of those momentous, giant…penises into her tight, wet vagina…pussy! To explain why she shouldn’t feel such incredible pleasure as she’d witnessed from the others. To explain why she shouldn’t give her body and soul over to the power of black penis. No, of black cock!

It never happened. She couldn’t think of a reason to contradict Anne or Hannah’s statements.

“Well, Charlotte, what do you think?” Hannah asked, taking Charlotte’s chin in her hands and turning her face towards her, staring at her with intense, emerald eyes. “Are you ready to get FUCKED!?” She emphasized the last word, almost shouting it.

Charlotte just nodded. “Yes….please….I need to know…I need to know what it’s like. I think….I think want to be one of you. I want to be like you. Like Anne. Like Professor Tracy and Jess and everyone else! But I need to know!”

Hannah remembered her initiation into black cock slutdom. She remembered how Jess and the others had made her beg, explicitly, for cock. She frowned a bit. Charlotte had just told her that she wanted to also be a black cock slut, but she was indirect about it. She was still being coy. She couldn’t get the words out. Still, Charlotte had more hangups than she ever did. Hannah couldn’t push her too hard.

She gave Charlotte a warm, affectionate smile, and stroked her hair. “I understand. And I’ll be right here with you.”

“Yes, please,” Charlotte said, almost in a whisper. “Please stay here with me. Please show me. Please help me.”

Hannah again took Charlotte’s hand in her own and pulled it towards her chest. “It would be my honor.”

Anne stopped lapping at Charlotte’s and sat up next to her. “Who do you think be a good person to break our Southern belle in?” she asked.

Charlotte scanned the room. Professor Duke was kneeling on a coffee table across the way, pounding into Chloe from behind while she ate Sophie’s pussy.

“How’d you feel about being broken in by a professor, an older experienced man?” She asked Charlotte.

Charlotte’s legs snapped together and she looked down at her still tiny, pristine slit. “It’s…it’s awfully big…” she said quietly.

Hannah nodded. “You’re right. Duke is a great fucker with a marvelous cock, but it may be too much for you.”

Hannah continued to scan the room as Anne rubbed Charlotte’s shoulders.

Tracy lay on her back on a coffee table, legs spread open as Jerome pounded her pussy. Her head was flanked by Lucas and Deshawn. She sucked the cock of one while giving the other a hand job, deftly maneuvering and switching off between the two.

Hannah stroked her chin. “You know Jerome was my first black cock. I’ll never forget the first time he fucked me. He did a wonderful job. He’s still one of my favorite fucks And a total sweetheart!.”

Charlotte arched a skeptical eyebrow at Hannah. The arrogant, dreadlocked wannabe thug had broken Hannah into this world? She “Oh, I know he likes to look and act tough, but deep down he’s a total teddy bear. Still, I can see why he might not be the best choice for you. Believe me though, once you’re a committed black cock slut, we’re going to fuck him plenty of times together!” She patted Charlotte on the knee reassuringly.

“DeShawn is too big. What about Lucas?” Anne chimed in.

“Lucas could be a good choice…” Hannah said. “But Tracy is working him over. He looks like he doesn’t have that much longer to last, and I want Charlotte’s first time to last a good while, for her to experience one of these bulls at their full strength.” As if to confirm Hannah’s point, Lucas suddenly roared and cum erupted from his cock. He sprayed Tracy’s face and breasts before sitting down on a chair near the coffee table. Tracy didn’t miss a beat and grasped DeShawn’s cock with both hands and gave it her full oral attention.

Hannah grinned. She knew how to read an orgy!

Jerome responded to the change in the configuration by grabbing Tracy and standing. His cock never left her body, and she continued to bounce up and down on it as he held her in the air. He then repositioned himself so that he lay back on the table and Tracy straddled him. DeShawn, not wanting to be left out of the action, crouched behind Tracy and lined his monster cock up with her open asshole. The older, married professor sensed what was happening and turned her head back to face him, eyes wild with lust. “Oh god, fuck my ass!” She commanded, before reaching back to spread her cheeks in invitation. DeShawn didn’t need the order and soon he was balls deep in Tracy’s rectum. She began to pound the table with her fists as DeShawn and Jerome worked into a steady rhythm.

As hot as the scene was, it didn’t help Hannah or Charlotte achieve their goals.

Hannah resumed her scrutiny of the room, determined to find just the right stud to deflower her inexperienced roommate. Her eyes brightened and her mouth stretched into a brilliant grin as she seemed to come across an acceptable candidate.

Malcolm was sitting on a couch watching his favorite professor get tag-teamed by two of his good friends. To his sides sat Sophie and Jess. The trio chatted casually as Malcolm spread his arms out to rest on the girls' shoulders, one of the girls occasionally stroking Malcom’s erect cock. The scene was altogether tranquil compared to everything that had transpired in the past hour.

Hannah ran her hand through Charlotte’s hair and spoke excitedly. “MALCOLM! He’s perfect for your first black cock! His cock is perfectly sized—gigantic, but not so big that having him pound away at your pussy won’t be too overwhelming for the first time. He knows how to fuck, and he’ll be as patient and gentle or rough and dominating as you prefer…”

Charlotte raised a skeptical eyebrow. She had grown to like Malcolm, and his apparent physical gifts were undeniable, Jess and Sophie’s dainty, pale ends only emphasizing the truth of Hannah’s statements. But…he was such a dork!

Anne clasped her hands together. "You're absolutely! He's perfect for the job."

Charlotte started to say something but stopped when she realized she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to say. She never thought that she'd have sex with anyone other than her husband, let alone in front of a group of friends and strangers, let alone with such a nerdy person, let alone...and she hated to admit this to herself, with a black man. But here she was. Stripped naked. Recovering from an orgasm brought on by another woman. Tonight was a night for the unexpected. And Malcolm at least, was a friend and a kind person. He wouldn't treat her like a piece of mindless fuck meat. Although perhaps that's how she wanted to be treated.

This internal debate--which despite all its contours had lasted less than a second was interrupted by a cry from Hannah.

"Malcolm dear!" She called out. Charlotte was surprised that the petite, reserved (formerly reserved) girl could project her voice so well. "Can you come over for a minute? We need your help with something!"

Malcolm turned to see who had called out to him and his eyes bugged out in shock to see Charlotte sitting naked between Hannah and Anne, legs slightly to give him a glimpse of her glistening pussy. But he wasn't a stupid man, and he excused him from Jess and Sophie and slowly, confidently began to walk to the trio of two sluts and one virgin.

Jess and Sophie turned to see what kind of spectacle could have torn Malcolm away. Sophie clasped her hand over her mouth in surprise before dropping it to her pussy to masturbate, a wide grin on her face. Jess flashed Hannah a double thumbs up and winked, mouthing the words "proud of you" to her protege.

Hannah beamed pride at Jess' approval nearly rivaling the sexual assignment of watching Charlotte's imminent conversion into a black cock slut as a source of pleasure.

Charlotte didn't notice the sweet exchange between her two friends. No, her focus was entirely on Malcolm and the truncheon that swung between his legs as it approached. She stared and felt that mysterious warmth and tingling sensation from earlier in the evening grow to even greater heights. She unwittingly spread her legs as he strolled towards her, her unspoiled pussy dripping with an ever more intense stream of juices as he grew closer.

Deep down, Charlotte knew that the ebony rod that came ever closer was her future, the harbinger of a new life and a shattering of the last vestiges of her current values and worldview. She knew, but couldn't fully comprehend, what she had agreed to. What this marvelous, terrible monster would do to her. What it would make her become.

After what seemed like an eternity, Malcolm stopped directly in front of Anne, Charlotte, and Hannah.

"Good evening ladies!" He said casually but politely. He then turned his gaze to Charlotte, eyes friendly but smoldering as he looked up and down her nude form, admiring her large breasts which heaved with the deep, ragged breaths she was taking.

"It looks like you're settling in," he smirked, tone more playful than mocking. "Welcome to our world!" With that he stepped forward and leaned down, taking one of Charlotte's hands in his own and planting a gentlemanly kiss on it. He looked up at her from his kneeling position, eyes filled with laughter, making it apparent that he realized the absurdity of the gesture in the debauched environment in which the group found themselves.

But as he bent down, his rigid cocked rubbed against Charlotte's inner thigh. Its size and weight became very real to Charlotte then, and the sensation of a naked cock against her naked leg caused her to snap back to reality. She snapped her legs shut and scooted back against the couch, away from Malcolm.

Hannah turned to her roommate, a look of grave concern on her face. "Are you okay!? If you're having second thoughts...well, I'll be heartbroken, but nobody here is going to make you do something you don't want."

Malcolm nodded in agreement. "If you need to leave, let us know...we only want willing participants here."

Charlotte paused before she responded. She was being offered a way out of this filth. But her friends had mistaken her response. She wanted to shed the sexual morays that had caused her to faint at the sight of something she now recognized as natural and beautiful. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry...it's not that...it's just...it's so big!!"

Anne frowned. "Well yes, that's the entire point!"

Charlotte winced. "I um...I want to do this. But I don't see how it's possible."

Anne placed a reassuring hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "The vagina is a remarkably flexible thing. You said you wanted to be like us. We take cocks much bigger than Malcom's all the time!"

"Hey!" Malcolm protested, the friendly look on his face suggesting he understood Anne's comment was in good fun.

"Oh don't be offended," Anne rolled her eyes. "You know how much I love fucking you. But facts are facts!"

"Charlotte," Hannah said quietly, taking Charlotte's hands in one of her own. "You've never seen a penis before, have you?" She intentionally chose a less vulgar term, trying to soothe the terrified Southern belle.

Charlotte looked down and shook her head shyly.

"Well, we knew that!" Anne responded. "She's a virgin!"

"No, it's more than that." Hannah went on, her voice a model of patient acceptance.

"You've never even seen a picture of a penis before have you?"

"I mean, not really..." Charlotte whispered.

Anne blinked. "Wait, I get not watching porn...but you peeked on the internet You were never even curious? What about biology class?"

Charlotte shook her head again and spoke timidly, stuttering out the words in her Southern lilt. "No...there were some diagrams...but well, the local school board was very determined to keep immoral teachings away from us...Daddy was a big part of that campaign...and he installed filters on all of our computers....and well, I knew...I thought...it was just wrong!"

"You poor, poor dear." Anne shook her head sadly.

"It's okay, Charlotte," Hannah said, sweetly, patiently. "I think I understand. And I think I can help you."

Hannah stood and extended her hand to Charlotte. Charlotte, not thinking about what was happening, took Hannah's hand. She pulled Charlotte up and, walking backward, guided her away from the couch. She pulled her close until their naked bodies touched. The feel of Hannah's naked breasts pressed against her body caused those feelings of warmth and electricity in Charlotte's body to reach even greater heights.

Malcolm turned to watch the scene, and Anne leaned forward, observing the interplay with curiosity.

Hannah placed her hands on Charlotte's shoulders and looked up at her.

"Charlotte." Charlotte looked down to meet her roommate’s gaze at the sound of her name. Hannah's eyes shined with an intensity she had never before seen, not in all of the myriad political debates they'd had or in the debauchery of the preceding hour.

"Do you trust me?" She asked.

For all the bizarre sights of the evening, all the questions that had rocketed about in Charlotte's mind, she knew the answer to that one. That was one thing she could be certain of.

"Yes." The answer was simple. That was all that needed to be said. The one fact that Charlotte could hold onto in all this chaos.

Hannah nodded. "Good," she smiled and began to gently push down on Charlotte's shoulders. Her actions weren't forceful, but Charlotte had chosen to place her fate in Hannah's hands and readily accepted her guidance. The girls sank to their knees together on the floor. Hannah removed her hands from Charlotte's and wrapped her arms around the larger girl's body. She then laid on her back, pulling Charlotte along with her.

Charlotte was now perched on all fours above Hannah as Hannah laid on her back, her unprotected, naked pussy facing Anne and Malcolm. Charlotte's large, bare breasts hung down, resting against Hannah's smaller but still perky and full breasts. Her silver cross also dangled, still hanging from her neck.

Hannah brushed a bit of hair from Charlotte's face and began to speak.

"These cocks...they're so big. And our little pussies are so tight." She now chose words she believed more appropriate for the moment, words that were vulgar but true. "I can understand why if you haven't experienced one before, or even seen a video of a big black cock stretching out a little white cunt...I can see why you wouldn't think it was possible."

Her tone began to grow more passionate, more intense.

"But believe me, it is possible! It's not only possible, it's wonderful. It's what meant to be. It's the most beautiful and natural thing in the world!"

"Charlotte," she spoke her name with affection. "I've taken so many of these cocks so many times. And I know you can too. And I'm going to be here with, you when it happens. And I promise you that you'll love it. I promise you that I'll be here to take care of you and support you. And I can't wait for you to become like me. To become you truly meant to be!"

"So Charlotte. I just need you to relax, and look into my eyes, and let Malcolm do his thing. Can you do that for me? Can you do it for yourself?"

Charlotte gulped. Everything Hannah said made complete sense. Her body told her this and now her mind joined in. But she still couldn't bring herself to fully articulate everything she thought and felt.

"Ok." This was all she could muster.

A wide smile erupted across Hannah's face, the widest smile Charlotte had ever seen.

"OH MALCOLM!" She called out, voice louder than needed to be as she was carried away by the excitement of the moment. "Malcolm, we're ready for you!"

Malcolm walked over to the pair and gently sank to his knees, not wanting to be too eager or forceful for fear of once again frightening the naked virgin who lay before him. He lined his cock up with Charlotte's tight but dripping hole and brushed it against the entrance. Charlotte squeaked at the sensation. Malcolm rubbed the length of his cock against Charlotte's labia and stomach. Charlotte shivered at the sensation, both at the pleasure of the weapon rubbing against their pussy lips and the realization of just how deep it would penetrate her. When she felt the head touch the entrance of her unexplored hole, she clenched her fists and closed her eyes, bracing herself for unknown pleasures and her entry into a new world.

"WAIT!" Hannah shouted.

Charlotte's eyes shot open and she stared daggers down at her roommate.

"What....?" She hissed. Hannah had stripped her of her clothes and her virtue, brought her to her knees, convinced her to abandon all of her virtues, and told Malcolm to wait. What the heck?????

"I'm sorry Charlotte. But I know tonight's been...well, I know there have been a lot of surprises tonight. You might be confused. Maybe you're still going to be in a lot of shock. But I want you to understand, very clearly, that once that cock enters your pussy...there's no going back. I don't just mean your virginity. I mean you're going to be a slut. Malcolm, talented as he is, won't be enough for you. You're going to want even more cocks pounding into that little tight little snatch of yours. You're going to be a black cock slut, eager and willing to fuck any stud who asks you. I know all of this very well...I have personal experience with the issue. Extensive personal experience." She giggled a bit at that.

"So Charlotte...becoming a black cock slut, a depraved whore, a cock slave for any stud that wants you....is that what you want?"

Charlotte stared down at Hannah, blue eyes burning with fire. But she gave a simple, small nod.

"Malcolm," Hannah commanded. "Do your thing!"

Less than a second later, Charlotte let out a decidedly unladylike grunt. Her eyes grew wider than saucers and shined with a look of awe. Her face contorted into an expression--an expression Hannah had seen on many other women's faces, but one she'd never seen Charlotte come close to making. It looked beautiful on her.

"Oh my gosh," Charlotte said quietly in her Southern drawl. "Oh my gosh, he's going inside of me...Oh, Hannah...it's so big...oh my gosh...oh wow!!!"

Charlotte stammered the mild words out between whimpers, and Hannah couldn't help but be amused at the memory of her deflowering, how Jess had insisted that she debase herself with crude words before she'd let Jerome fuck her. And as much she had enjoyed that experience, she knew this wasn't the right approach to take with Charlotte. She'd convinced the nascent slut to take a black cock into her body...she'd let her discuss the joys of profanity for herself.

"Oh, it's stretching my vagina out so much!" Charlotte cooed. "It...it feels so good! I can't believe it feels so good!"

Charlotte's breasts and cross began to bounce gently in tandem as Malcolm worked his organ back and forth into Charlotte's outstretched vagina.

The look of shocked awe in Charlotte's eyes began to be replaced with a dreamy haze as Charlotte acclimated to the giant invader.

Hannah just smiled up at her roommate, took one of her hands in her own, and began to stroke her hair with the other.

"Oh wow...he's sliding in and out of me...gosh that feels nice!"

"I told you you'd like it!"

"Like it?" Charlotte retorted. "I LOVE IT!"

She then looked down, no longer afraid, eager to witness the cock working its way into her body.

"It's...it's not even halfway in!" She cried out frantically.

Malcolm paused. "Do you need me to go slower?" He asked.

Charlotte looked back at him and shook her head indignantly.

"NO!" she almost shouted. "No, I want it all! Fuck me! Fuck my slutty white pussy! Shove the whole thing in my cunt! I'm so fucking soaked I can take it! I can take all of it!"

Malcolm gave in to the demand without comment or hesitation. With a single, forceful, stroke he shoved the remainder up Charlotte's needy hole, his balls striking the back of her pussy and upper thighs.

"GOAHHOAHAHOHHHOAAH OH MY GAWWWDDDDDD FUCCKKKKKKKKK." The size of the weapon, and the force of the sudden intrusion, left Charlotte without the capacity for speech or thought beyond the most primal and intense pleasure and expressions thereof. She threw her raven-haired head back at the force of the intrusion and clenched Hannah's hand so tightly the more seasoned whore let out a little squawk of surprise.

Malcolm held himself still, his cock entirely lodged in Charlotte's once virgin, formerly traditional cunt, and leaned down to kiss her neck and back. He whispered in her ear.

"You are one goddamn sexy bitch. Your little cunt feels so fucking good around my cock. It's so goddamn wet, it's me so tightly...you've needed this. You're a whore, you've always been a whore, and now I'm giving you what you need...what you deserve."

"YES! YES! YES" Charlotte frantically nodded. "I'M A FUCKING WHORE! A WHORE FOR BLACK COCK! YOUR WHORE! YOUR FRIENDS' WHORES! I WANT SO MUCH BLACK COCK! I WANT IT SO BAD!"

Charlotte looked down and made eye contact with Hannah. "You! You're a filthy little nasty slut! She then grabbed Hannah's face in her hands, leaned down, and kissed her firmly on the lips. Hannah returned the kiss eagerly, sticking her tongue out and parting Charlotte's lips, and the two began to make out deeply and passionately.

Charlotte broke the kiss. "You're a nasty, filthy slut! Like me! You made me a slut! I'm so happy we can be sluts together!"

Hannah shook her head. "Charlotte, dear. I didn't make you a slut. You've always been a slut. I just showed you who you are."

She then giggled. "But Charlotte...sluts don't just lay around making out with other girls with a cock lodged up their pussies...sluts get fucked!"

Charlotte looked confused for a moment, and then embarrassed. Not embarrassed to have been stripped naked. Not was embarrassed to be naked, on all fours, in someone else's house and surrounded by men and women alike as nearly a foot of black cock was firmly embedded up her cunt. No, embarrassed that for all of the proud proclamations of sluttiness, she wasn't even really fucking!

She turned back to Malcolm. "What are you waiting for?" She asked pointedly. "FUCK ME! POUND THIS WHORE PUSSY!"

Malcolm grabbed her hips and began to thrust, back and forth, happily complying with Charlotte's demand. Charlotte's eyes rolled back into her head and her pale skin flushed red. Malcolm was moving must faster and more aggressively before, his cock pulling almost entirely out of Charlotte's increasingly stretched pussy and then pushed back in, balls deep.

"OHH EM FU GAW FU" syllables shot out of Charlotte's mouth, punctuated by groans, gasps, moans, and grunts. Her breathing was a frantic, ragged panting. Still, she couldn't form entire words...not even the nonsense babble of obscenities that she had uttered moments ago.

Hannah admired Charlotte's breasts bouncing about with the force of Malcom's vigorous fucking, and watched as the tiny silver cross, her last remaining garment, flailed about in the air.

Hannah knew the sensations Charlotte was experiencing were likely overwhelming for the newly christened fuck fiend, but she also knew that Malcolm was holding back. He may not have been patronizing Charlotte anymore, but he wasn't delivering the full force of his sexual power. Hannah figured this was a good thing...Charlotte would likely pass out if Malcolm didn't reign himself in, and she had a long, full night of taking black cock and eating white pussy ahead of her.

For the relatively tame fucking, Charlotte was still an inexperienced slut and was still lost in a sexual reverie. Hannah looked at her rolled-back eyes, and her flailing head, and decided that she didn't need to be there to support Charlotte anymore...or at least, she could support her differently. She worked her hand free of Charlotte's--no easy task since she held it in an iron grip. Without getting up, she scooted forward, deftly working her petite body between Charlotte and Malcom's legs, until she faced the junction of Malcolm's pistoning cock and Charlotte's stretched-out pussy. She admired the dark rod hammering into the tight, pink folds, the way the pale skin and labia stretched out to accommodate the girth. It was a sight she'd seen many times, but she never tired of it, and it was all the more special knowing that it was prudish, traditional, conservative Charlotte's cunt now being pounded into oblivion. She listened to the squelching sound Malcom's cock made as it hammered in and out of the soaked hole, sodden with Charlotte's sex juices. Hannah loved the sound that a cock made as it pounded in and out of a pussy. No one had yet cum inside Charlotte, but the sounds coming out of her as Malcolm hammered away were like the sounds that came out of a cunt that had multiple loads dumped into it! And this was just from Charlotte's sex juices!

For a moment, she felt a twinge of regret that she hadn't seen it enter Charlotte's hole for the first time, hadn't directly witnessed Charlotte's deflowering. But, she knew she needed to be a good friend, and that Charlotte's christening as a true slut wouldn't have gone as easily if she hadn't been there to offer her support, to talk her through the experience. She figured there'd be plenty of other virgins whose cunts she get to watch penetrated for the first time. She hoped that Charlotte would join her as a spectator--as a participant--in those future deflowerings.

Hannah had held Charlotte in her arms as she was deflowered and talked her through the process. She was proud to have supported her fellow slut in this way. But, now it was time to support her in another way. A way that Hannah knew from personal experience was one of the best experiences someone could ask for.

Hannah supported herself on her elbows and pulled her body, face approaching the hammered pussy. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick the stretched-out pussy lips. Charlotte howled at the extra sensation. But Hannah wasn't done yet. She found her target--a little, white pearl above the abused orifice. Hannah dug in, using her tongue to caress Charlotte's clit with vigor and determination.

Charlotte screamed. Her entire body began to shake, to convulse. The creamy liquid became to erupt from her crotch, coating Malcom's cock and visible whenever he pulled out of her pussy. When he shoved back in, it began to accumulate around her inner thighs and crotch. Her mouth hung open, and her tongue lolled out, as out of control of her limbs.

Charlotte's scream became a high, mournful howl. She collapsed, head getting to the ground, but the lower body still facing up as Malcolm continued to grip her hips as he pounded her.

Having another slut lick her clit while a massive black cock pounded her pussy was one of Hannah's favorite things. She knew precisely how much pleasure Charlotte was experiencing. And she knew that the inexperienced girl's mind was likely reeling with the new but welcome sensations.

Malcolm continued to fuck the bucking slut through her orgasm. Animalistic sounds erupted from her body, reflecting someone experiencing deep, intense feelings but beyond the realm of conscious, intelligent thought.

Eventually, Malcolm decided to show the new whore some mercy. He kept thrusting in and out of her pussy, but slowed the pace. Charlotte's screams and howls were replaced with whimpers and softer moans. Speech still seemed beyond her.

Hannah scooted back up the up the length of Charlotte's, towards her head. Charlotte's body was bent over at a sharp angle, her fists pounded the floor, and her head rested on the ground as the waves of pleasure brought on by her orgasm left her unable to support herself. Hannah snaked around the Cumming, hollering girl and sat in front of her, legs spread open. She watched her roommate thrash around and cry out in pleasure as her orgasm continued, smiling in part at the speed and extent of the conservative Southern belle's transformation, smiling in part with pride and a sense of conversion at having converted her first white girl into a black cock slut.

She began to rub her pussy, bringing herself off. She looked up and saw that Anne was still seated on the couch where she had watched Charlotte's deflowering, but she had mounted one stud and was sucking off another.

Malcolm looked up and saw that Hannah although Hannah lay with her legs outspread and pussy exposed only inches from Charlotte's face, she had to rely on her fingers to bring her sexual pleasure. This wasn't right! He couldn't leave his favorite slut to her own devices amid an orgy. What kind of friend would he be if he left Hannah to masturbate while he plowed another whore's pussy?

He reached around and pulled Charlotte's head back by her hair--careful to ensure that he could bring her head up to his own so he could speak to her without causing her any pain. Charlotte turned to look into his eyes.

"Charlotte. I think Hannah just made you cum pretty damn hard."

"Oh yes...." Charlotte moaned.

Malcolm nodded. "She's quite the talented fuck fiend. But Charlotte... who is taking care of Hannah?"

A look of panic crossed Charlotte's eyes. How could she be so selfish to forget about her friend's need, especially l after she had delivered her so much pleasure? Charlotte swung her head around and saw Hannah, splayed out on the floor in front of her and masturbating calms. The two roommates made eye contact, and Hannah removed her finger from her pussy to make a beckoning gesture towards Charlotte.

Charlotte bent down and lowered her face until it was less than an inch from Hannah's pussy. For a moment, she was a little confused. Not that long ago, she'd seen Professor Duke's massive shaft plunge into Hannah's pussy, and seen that in the aftermath the remarkably tight gaped open a bit. Her pussy was still more noticeably stretched than it had been at the beginning of the evening when Charlotte still maintained some notion of "saving" Hannah but it wasn't gaping the way it had right after Duke had erupted inside of her. After giving it some thought, Charlotte realized that it made a certain amount of sense. Hannah had told her she'd taken hundreds of black cocks in the past few months, and each of the black cocks she'd seen tonight were huge. If Hannah were going to be permanently resized, she wouldn't have begun the evening which such a tight, pristine twat. Charlotte felt relief at this--she knew that she would be taking plenty of giant cocks in her holes in the future, and if Hannah and the others had kept their tightness, she knew she would too.

Charlotte's musings were interrupted when Hannah began to stroke her hair and gently pull her head even closer toward her warm, wet, welcoming slit. Charlotte realized she needed to stop her navel gazing (well, her pussy gazing) and get to work. She tentatively gave some gentle kisses to Hannah's inner thighs and labia, before flicking her tongue out and giving a few lashes to Hannah's pussy. Her body shuddered a bit as she tasted her first pussy. It had a sweet, light flavor mixed with a stronger, saltier flavor. She realized the second flavor was the same as the bit of cum she'd dabbed from her shoulder after being hit by a stray bit of Professor Duke's ejaculate. She was lapping up some of the cum that had been deposited inside Hannah--and she loved it! She knew she'd have to get some more in her mouth and belly tonight.

Hannah let out small, gentle gasps at Charlotte's tentative, initial efforts.

"You've squirted all over another girl's face today after letting her eat you out, you're taking a massive black cock up your cunt as we speak, and you're eating your first cunt! I'm so proud of you, you dirty slut!" Hannah spoke the words with genuine enthusiasm, and Charlotte felt genuine pride at her roommate’s approval of her newfound life direction.

But Charlotte realized that Hannah's moans were subdued, her ability to speak unimpeded by the gasps of pleasure. Hannah lacked the marks of a truly satisfied slut! Charlotte realized she needed to redouble her efforts, and leaned further even more, and shoved her face in Hannah's dripping wet cunt! She began to lash at with vigor, sticking her tongue as far it would go, occasionally bringing it out to lavish her labia with attention, and, as Hannah's moans began to grow louder, more intense, and higher pitched, the former prude located her slutty roommate's clitoris and went to town on that! Hannah shrieked and grabbed Charlotte's head.

"YES! YES YOU FUCKING WHORE! EAT MY SLUTTY PUSSY! GODDDD YOU'RE NOT JUST A SLUT, YOU'RE A LESBIAN SLUT!" Hannah cried out the words, unable to speak with any sort of reservation or restraint. Charlotte lost herself in the moment, enraptured by Malcom's cock continuing to slam into her from behind, enamored with Hannah's desperate entreaties, and fully absorbed in her task of satisfying the more experienced whore.

Hannah grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up, interrupting the lesbian lovefest. She looked down at Charlotte and brushed aside the curtain of dark black that had fallen over the girl's pale face so she could lock eyes with her. She breathed heavily, breasts heaving with her desperate gasps.

"Charlotte," she said, gathering her thoughts. "You are one hell of a cunt licker. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

Charlotte just shook her head and giggled between moans.

Hannah clasped her hands together in an expression of pride and affection. "I guess you just have a natural oral talent, then! I think Malcolm deserves to experience it!"

With those words, Malcolm stopped his pummeling and pulled out of Charlotte's hungry pussy. Charlotte let out a little, sad moan as her ravaged, well-used cunt now felt empty, vacant, neglected. She looked back at Malcolm with a pout, but couldn't help but feel a certain sense of satisfaction at observing that his still-hard cock was covered in her juices and that he wore a blissful smile.

After pausing to catch his breath, he spoke. "I saw Hannah's face after you decided to be a good little lesbian slut," he told her. "And I have no doubt your oral skills are top-notch!" With that, he strode over to a sofa in front of the trio and sat down, cock sticking up, and looked at the two girls expectantly.

The delicious taste of the male cum she had just lapped up from Hannah's pussy was still fresh in her mind. Without needing any further prompting from Malcolm or Hannah, she began to crawl over to Malcolm, breasts and cross swaying, knowing what was expected of her and eager to comply. Hannah joined in her crawling on the ground, and before long the naked roommates knelt before Malcolm.

Hannah reached out to stroke Charlotte's hair. "You haven't done this before, I know. And it's going to involve a lot more than just passively taking a cock from behind. But I believe in you! I know you can do this!"

Charlotte nodded with determination. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and took the head in her mouth. It fits!! It was hard, and it wasn't something she was used to, but it fit! And it was wonderful. Was it delicious? Charlotte couldn't quite say that. But it was powerful and erotic, and having something she knew was so powerful and bringing her so much pleasure brought her lust and arousal to new levels. She felt her pussy began to spasm a bit--not quite an orgasm, but a definite, involuntary, and welcome reaction of sexual delight.

Charlotte continued to push down but eventually reached her limit. She hadn't even swallowed a third of the cock. Malcolm and Hannah saw that Charlotte was struggling. Hannah wrapped an arm around Charlotte's shoulder in a supportive gesture.

"Don't force yourself Charlotte!" Malcolm said from above her. "Of course, I'd love it if you swallow as much cock as you can, but I don't want you hurting yourself!"

Hannah stroked the back of Charlotte's head. "Just start sucking what you can get...move your head and up down...that's it, that's a good girl."

Charlotte had taken her friend's advice and was bobbing her head along the portion of the truncheon that she could fit in her mouth.

"You're doing such a good job honey," Hannah cooed. "Just keep going, it'll get easier as you go!"

Spurred on by Hannah's kind words, Charlotte lowered her head further and managed to swallow another inch of cock.

"Use your tongue! And even if you can't get it down, you can use your hands for the rest!" Hannah continued to exhort her.

Charlotte nodded and began to lavish her tongue around the part of the cock in her mouth, and reached around to stroke the part of the shaft that she couldn't quite swallow.

Malcolm was enjoying the attention, but even with Hannah's encouragement and her best efforts, Charlotte could get down much further. She popped her head off the cock and turned to Hannah, a sad expression on her face.

"It's just impossible! I love it, I want to get it down...but I don't think I can." She continued to stroke Malcolm as she spoke.

Hannah smiled patiently. "That's what you said about getting up your pussy before, and think about how great it felt to have that entire thing thrusting in and out of you, balls slapping against you..."

Charlotte smiled dreamily at the memories of those delightful sensations. "I know...but...it's just so hard!"

"That's the point, dear!" Hannah laughed. "Look, if you can't work it down right now, I understand, and Malcolm does too. But trust me, it's possible."

Hannah swept in and brushed Charlotte's head aside. She grabbed the cock in both hands and pointed towards her mouth. She opened wide, and then, in one swift, easy motion, swallowed the entire thing down to its balls!

Charlotte gasped. She'd seen Hannah suck cock before, but watching her take down the beast she'd just struggled with hammered home just how talented a slut Hannah was.

Hannah began to bounce her head up and down the shaft, never quite letting it leave her mouth, but pulling up until all but the head was exposed and pushing down until only the balls were visible.

Hannah was far more petite than Charlotte...if the smaller girl could do this, then surely Charlotte could do it at some point! But Hannah also had much more experience with black cock than Charlotte. Charlotte thought as she tried to calculate how long Hannah had been a slut. It was a couple of months ago that her behavior, wardrobe, and social habits had begun to change after she'd been out all night with Jess. And Charlotte thought back to all those strange telephone conversations, mysterious errands that Hannah said she had to run, late nights out with Jess and Anne at the other girls at this party. She figured that even though Hannah hadn't been a slut for very long, she'd been making for lost time.

Charlotte knew that she'd be able to match Hannah's sexual skills, but she needed practice. Charlotte was eager to get that practice and knew that she'd have many more experiences with black cocks. But, for now, she sighed with envy at the realization that Hannah was simply the bigger whore of the two.

Charlotte heard the sound of masculine laughter and whispering and turned to find its source. She gasped as she saw three, naked black men surrounding her. Two of the men had cocks well over ten inches. The third man's penis was somewhat smaller--Charlotte estimated it was about eight inches--but he was quite handsome. And although the tool he was working with was smaller than the others Charlotte had seen that night, it was still bigger than what she imagined a man's penis could have been a few hours ago!

Hannah paused her oral onslaught at the sound of Charlotte's sound of surprise and looked up to see the men approaching. She stood and smiled at the new trio.

"Gentlemen! Phil! Reggie! Tyrone! So glad you could make it to the party! Have you met Charlotte? She's my roommate! Oh, and a total slut! But she's only a slut for a couple of minutes!"

"We haven't had the pleasure," the man named Reggie said and extended his hand towards Charlotte. She took it, unsure of what he was doing but pliable to the gestures of another naked stud. She imagined he would do something to defile her, but he simply helped her to her feet."

The man named Tyrone looked thoughtfully at her. "Charlotte...isn't that the roommate you told us about...the one you said kept us from gangbanging you in your dorm room? I thought she was some kind of prude."

Charlotte blushed but then giggled when she realized that, until recently, she really couldn't disagree with that statement. "I was about a half hour ago!" She said. "But now...complete whore. I LOVE BLACK COCK!"

Malcolm stood next to her and gave her an affectionate kiss on the top of the head. "She does! I think this girl's going to be a great talent. But we're teaching her..."

Phil nodded thoughtfully. "Welcome to the crew, Charlotte." He said. "It'd love to get to know you better."

Charlotte grabbed Malcom's cock. "This sweetheart he has been doing a wonderful job of breaking me in...but he hasn't cum in me yet! I want to get to know you all...but I feel like I won't have been broken in until I can make him."

"Well," Malcolm said. "As much as I enjoyed your first blowjob, you've got some more work to do on that front. I could still use some pussy though!" With that, he embraced and her pulled her down onto the couch. She lay on the couch at an angle, resting against it on the side, her pussy fully exposed. Malcolm knelt to line his cock up with her welcoming cunt, and she pulled a leg up to give him easier access. He slid in, this time without any ceremony or hesitation, and began to pound away. The now familiar sounds of groans, moans, and profanity poured forth from Charlotte.

Hannah sat on the couch next to Charlotte and spread her legs.

"Well, I don't want to leave you boys hanging. Who wants to fuck me first!"

Reggie leaped forward and positioned Hannah so she was in a similar position to Charlotte, before sinking his cock into the veteran whore's pussy. Hannah began to gasp, grow, and swear, forming a symphony of slutty entreaties along with Charlotte.

The two girls looked into each other's eyes, both glazed with pleasure. Their faces and bodies were both covered in sweat. They pulled closer to each and their hands began to roam over each other's bodies as they were fucked together. When the thrusts brought their faces together, they took the opportunity to exchange kisses, but their make-out sessions were interrupted by cries of delight and commands to their studs to fuck them harder, nastier. One of Hannah's hands found one of Charlotte’s, and she took it in her own. The two roommates now held hands as they were getting savagely fucked.

Hannah and Charlotte were different in so many ways. Hannah, a Midwesterner. Charlotte, a Southerner. Hannah, a liberal. Charlotte is a conservative. Hannah, a secular Jew. Charlotte, a church-going Christian. But they were dear friends. And now, they were fellow sluts, both reveling in the sensation of ebony behemoths plundering their eager, willing cunts. Neither was able to form words or to carry on any semblance of a conversation beyond pants, moans, and outbursts of obscene profanity. But they still understood each other, understood that for all their differences they now shared a deep, unbreakable bond.

Charlotte felt a pressure against her shoulder and saw that Phil had knelt next to her, and was poking at her with his smaller but still impressive tool. Her newfound instincts took over, and without hesitation, she took his shaft in her mouth. Although Malcom's plundering of her pussy made focusing hard, it also made her more relaxed. It took a bit of effort and a few tries, but she got the whole down her throat! Sure, Phil wasn't as big as the other guys, but he was still quite impressive, and Charlotte had shown she could fit an entire black cock in her mouth!

Charlotte know how much time had passed when Malcom's savage hammering of her stretched-out pussy paused. But when it did, she looked up at him, concern in her eyes. What had caused the cessation of her sexual delights? His cock begin to twitch and pulse and Charlotte turned to Hannah, a confused look on her face. Hannah sensed her friend's distress and turned to see what was happening, straining to gather her thoughts to understand the situation even as Reggie continued to plow into her. She looked up and saw the expression and Malcom's face, and knew what was about to happen.

"Oh, don't worry sweetie! You're going to love what happens next!"

Wanting to share in the experience with Charlotte, she turned to Reggie and urged him on further, increasing the rate at which she thrust her hips in tandem with his pounding and tightening her pussy around the large cock.

Charlotte turned to look back at Malcolm, trying to understand what was about to happen. Suddenly, Malcolm roared and Charlotte felt the intensity and speed of his cock's pulsing go into overdrive. Thick, powerful liquid began to flood her stretched-out hole, and drove them into greater heights of pleasure! Her cunt began to spasm around Malcom's pulsing cock and for a moment she forgot her name and where she was.

Charlotte was brought back, a little bit, into reality when she heard an equal roar from Reggie and noted that Hannah was also thrashing about, caught in the throes of her orgasm. She felt an incredible sense of closeness to her roommate, knowing the two were experiencing such powerful orgasms at the same time, knowing that they were having their tight, wet pussies flooded with black seed at the same time.

Malcolm pulled out of Charlotte's soaked cunt with a loud plop, and the fluid began to pour out of the stretched-out hole. Thick strands of cum coated Charlotte's side, her breasts, and her face. Hannah gestured for Reggie to mimic Malcom's action, and he pulled out as well, spraying Hannah's body with baby batter.

Hannah grabbed Charlotte's wrist and pulled her to the floor, and the two girls kneeled next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, bare, sweat and semen-spattered skin touching. Hannah pulled Reggie's cock and pointed it to the two girls, so his eruption of sperm covered both of their faces and breasts. Charlotte, following her lead, did the same to Malcolm. Hannah took Reggie's still spurting cock in her mouth and swallowed the last remnants of his cum explosion down her throat. Charlotte, who had regained enough presence of mind to watch Hannah's actions and follow her lead, did the same to Malcolm. Phil joined in, spraying both of the girls with his ejaculate.

The two girls lay against the couch, holding each other, gasping for breath, breasts heaving with exertion, as they tried to recover from their orgasmic haze. Hannah, the more experienced of the two, was the first to regain the ability to speak and think. She took Charlotte's chin in her face and turned it towards her own.

"Wow, Charlotte. You look so beautiful covered in cum! I'm so glad I got to see you like this." She placed her other hand on Charlotte's shoulder in a tender, caring gesture. "So...now that you've been thoroughly fucked, now that you've made a stud cum...do you like this? Is this for you?"

Charlotte smiled weakly and nodded. Her ability to form thought was coming back, but not as quickly as it had for Hannah. She continued to make small thrusting motions with her hips as if bucking against a phantom invader, her body speaking at least in part for her.

"More...I want more...I want more cock! I need more cum! PLEASE!" She turned to face forward to face the trio of men who hadn't yet fucked her fully.

"I think we can help with that," Tyrone, the sole stud who hadn't taken part in the little mini-orgy, declared. He leaped forward and lifted Charlotte back onto the couch, sliding his cock into her willing pussy as he did. He began to pound away to delighted sounds from Charlotte. Reggie, once again hard, kneeled to Charlotte's side, and she turned her head to begin sucking on his cock. Phil joined the crowd on Hannah's other side, and she took his cock in her hand and stroked it lovingly.

Malcolm helped Hannah to her feet, and the pair stood and watched the scene fondly. Hannah took Malcom's arm in her own and kissed him, almost chastely, on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much. You did such a good job of breaking her in. I'm so happy for her. And...well, this may be a little selfish, but my own life is going to be much more fun and easy now that I live with a fellow slut." She gave Malcolm's arm a grateful squeeze.

Malcolm smiled at her. "That was quite the blowjob you delivered. But we haven't gotten to fuck yet. It looks like Charlotte's in good hands and quite capable of handling herself now...I'm a little tired from trying to hold my load so long while I was getting Charlotte adjusted...you want to find a quiet spot to fuck, just the two of us?"

Hannah nodded eagerly. Malcolm offered his arm to Hannah, and she clutched into it. The two began to walk away from the foursome unfolding on the couch, looking for a place they could have some quiet time together.

As they did, Malcolm began to excitedly describe the newest expansion to one of the pair's favorite board games. Hannah expressed skepticism as to the new product, concerned that it would disrupt the careful flow and balance of the base game. As the two debated the merits of the new feature set, they finally found a couch that wasn't hosting sexual shenanigans.

Malcolm sat down on it his erect cock facing upwards. Hannah straddled him, and, before she sank to take his organ into her body, concluded their debate. "I guess we'll just have to try next time we go to Ethan's" she shrugged. She then slid down, letting out a low moan as her friend's penis slid into her pussy. She began to grind as he grabbed her hips and thrust, forcefully but slowly, into her. She lowered her head to Malcolm and the two began to make out, Malcolm playing with her swaying breasts as they did. Hannah smiled at the calmer but still incredible sex. As much as she enjoyed getting taking on multiple studs at once and trying out new cock, there was a lot to be said for familiar sex with someone she cared for, someone who knew her body, and someone whose body she knew. The two entered into a familiar, comfortable rhythm and before too long they came together. Hannah plunged her hips down, taking all of Malcom's load in her pussy. The two looked at each other in post-coital bliss for a moment before exchanging a kiss.

"That was lovely, Hannah, as always," Malcolm said. "But I don't think you've gotten as much cock as a whore like you needs tonight, what if taking care of Charlotte...and there are some other sluts I'd love to fuck tonight too."

"Of course," Hannah said, kissing him on the forehead. "It's time to get back to the fuck fest! I'm sure that lovely cock of yours will make its way back into one of my holes tonight anyways, but thank you for the lovely break!" With that, she slid off of him. The two exchanged a fond hug and went their separate ways for the moment.

Hannah thought she should check on how Charlotte's evening was progressing. After watching her take on three men at once without any prodding or games, she figured that she'd be able to join her as a peer in getting her brains fucked out, and looked forward to it.

As she went back to the location where she and Malcolm had left Charlotte as she was being gang-fucked, she came across a sight that warmed her heart. Sophie and Jess kneeled on all fours on a large couch, facing each other. They were holding hands and making out. Sophie had converted Jess into becoming a black cock slut, and Hannah understood how special that relationship was. She kind of saw Sophie as a kind of mentor emeritus, since she had been present for her turning. Lucas, Jess' close friend and kind of paramour, pounded her from behind.

Lucas pounded into Jess from behind. Jess had explained to Hannah many times that she wasn't looking for a boyfriend at this time in her life, but she and Lucas spent a lot of time together, even when they weren't fucking, and Hannah knew their relationship went beyond just fuck buddies.

Phil had left Charlotte behind and was pounding Sophie from behind. Phil had taken Hannah's anal virginity the night she became a whore at Sophie's urging, and Hannah noticed that since that night, Phil and Sophie always seemed to end up with each other at the end of the group sessions they attended together, that they frequently showed up for and left lunches together, and that they seemed to truly enjoy each other's company outside of fuck fests. Hannah surmised that this was another pair that had found love in the pit of debauchery.

Jess whispered something in Sophie's ear and Sophie nodded. The two girls leaned forward, the cocks of their respective paramours sliding out of their bodies. They gestured towards the men together, and the men smiled and laughed. Sophie and Jess stood from the couch as Lucas and Phil took seats. Jess stood in front of Phil, facing away from him, and Sophie did the same with Lucas. In tandem, the two girls sat back and straddled the men, sliding down to mount them and to begin bouncing on their cocks as they held hands and made out with each other.

Hannah mused that in this world, this was the equivalent of a wholesome double date.

As she watched the romantic scene play out, someone tapped on her shoulder. She let out a delighted squeal and smiled brightly when she saw the person trying to get her attention.

Cassius had led the group that gangfucked her and Jess together the morning after Hannah had become a black cock slut. For all the studs who had plundered her holes in the intervening months, Cassius remained a favorite of Hannah's. They'd exchanged texts-Cassius was working on his thesis and had been impressed by Hannah's insight and intelligence, and they'd swapped several book recommendations. But she hadn't seen him since that delightful morning. She embraced him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her bare skin against his.

"CASSIUS!" She cried out. "It's so lovely to see you!"

"And I'm glad to see you," he said, pulling her into a warm hug. "I was so disappointed that we haven't gotten to fuck again after such a wonderful experience in your room...but, well, you know, grad student life."

Hannah smiled up at him. "Well, we're here now, at an orgy. We can fix that."

"Of course," Cassius nodded. He pulled from Hannah and turned to the side, gesturing towards another naked black man whom Hannah hadn't noticed who stood next to him, looking nervously at Hannah.

"Hannah, this is my friend Julius. He's been part of our group for a while, and he was telling me he's seen you around campus and was blown away by how hot you were. He said when he saw you here, he was shocked to find out you were a black cock slut. When I told him we had fucked each other, he begged me to introduce you. But, well, I think he's kind of shy now."

Julius was like most of the other men she'd met at these parties...tall, muscular, and blessed with an enormous package. He gave Hannah a gentle wave and smiled at her. Hannah pulled away from Cassius and wrapped her arms around the neck of the new stud, pulling her body close to his.

"It's great to meet you! But you shouldn't be shy with me! Believe me, I'm a total slut, if you want to fuck me...just ask!" She reached down to grab his cock and gave it a little shake. "I like what you're working with here!"

She turned back to Cassius. "I want to fuck both of you, but I need to find my roommate...she just became a black cock slut tonight and I left her in a little mini gangbang! I want to see how she's doing. So, we need to be efficient. Both of you fuck me at once! Who wants which hole?"

Cassius grinned. "Well, I've missed that tight little cunt of yours, and Julius wouldn't stop raving about how cute your ass was."

Hannah nodded. She directed Cassius to sit on a nearby armchair. When he did, she climbed on top of it, facing him, and in moments his cock was embedded balls deep inside of her. She turned back to Julius and wiggled her butt. "Come and get it, big boy!" she giggled. Julius didn't need any more prompting, and he lined his cock up with Hannah's exposed asshole, easily sliding it in with a single motion. Hannah let a little grunt as she now had nearly two feet of cock embedded in her petite body, but she quickly acclimated to being fully stuffed and began to grind her hips back and forth as Julius and Cassius began to piston into her, quickly finding a smooth pattern.

The inevitable happened and Hannah began to thrash about and scream as an orgasm overtook her, triggering the two friends buggering her from both friends to unleash their love juice inside both of her holes. Julius slipped out of Hannah's now stretched, cum-filled asshole and Hannah slipped off of Cassius' cock, letting cum ooze from her pussy and asshole. The trio squeezed together on the chair. Hannah caught her breath before addressing the men.

"You both did great guys. Cassius, don't be such a stranger. Julius, I'd love to fuck you again. I can't take your number!" She looked down at her nude form, devoid of a single stitch of clothing or means to store a phone. "But Cassius, please give him mine! I know you have it." She gave the head of each man's deflating cocks a squeeze and a kiss on the head before standing and resuming her search for Charlotte.

She approached the sofa where she'd left Charlotte, but it was now occupied by a dusky, curvy exotic-looking brunette who lay on her side as an anonymous black cock thrust back and forth into her. Hannah recognized her as Christine, Sophie's sometimes rival, sometimes sapphic lover, who competed to see how many fresh, innocent coeds they could seduce into becoming black cock sluts. An auburn-haired woman Hannah didn't recognize who looked like she was in her 30s perched on the arm of the sofa, also getting pounded by a black cock and occasionally leaning down to exchange passionate kisses with Christine.

Hannah arched her eyebrows in surprise. It was a school night, and tonight was supposed to be a relatively quiet and tame affair. This was a major part of the reason she had chosen the event to be the venue for Charlotte's inevitable seduction.

"Hey Hannah, can I get you anything? Water? Food? Lube?" Hannah turned to the source of the quiet, nasal male voice and smiled warmly when she saw Jerry, the host's husband the only fully clothes person left in the house.

Hannah smiled warmly when she saw the kind, generous man. "No thanks, sweetie! But hey...it looks like we've had a lot of new additions show up...it seems like things may be getting out of hand!"

Jerry shook his head. "You saw how many gentlemen came through earlier. Tracy was worried that things WOULD get out of hand if we didn't bring more ladies to even out the ratio. So she called some of her friends to come help out.

Hannah chuckled a bit at that. "Ladies, huh? I think you mean filthy sluts! Or perhaps dirty whores?"

Jerry blushed and looked away. "I mean, if you say so..."

Hannah nodded vigorously. "I do! We should take pride in what we are!"

Her expression grew more serious. "Hey, have you seen Charlotte?"

Jerry stroked his chin as if thinking. "Charlotte...ah, your roommate. Such a lovely young lady. She's been quite the hit tonight. It looks like her fan club is holding a meeting across the way."

He pointed and Hannah saw a semi-circle of about a half dozen naked studs, talking calmly but enthusiastically to each other. Once again, she found her eyebrows arching in puzzlement and surprise. Why were so many studs unattended to? Especially after Tracy had called in reinforcements?

She strolled over to the group and found a stud she'd fucked several times before. They hadn't formed a relationship outside of sex parties, but he was a nice enough guy and a pretty solid lay. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned to smile with recognition.

"Hey...Rob right?"

"No...Ron..." he nodded. "But that's okay. How've you been Hannah?"

"Good...but hey, I'm looking for my roommate, Charlotte. Taller than me, but not that tall...black hair...busty....blue eyes...very pale. Southern drawl. Have you seen her?"

"DAMN!" Ron said excitedly. "That slut is your roommate? I got assigned to the wrong dorms as a freshman. Yeah, I've seen her..." He gestured back with his thumb, through the crowd. "I've been waiting my turn...I hear she's a brand new whore, and the guys who've gotten to fuck her can't stop singing her praises...well, a lot of us figured we'd like to get lined up for a chance with the talented new girl rather than fuck some of the regulars..."

Hannah playfully punched Ron on the arm at that comment. "Hey! Us regulars deserve cock too!"

"Oh...I'm sorry..." Ron said, looking abashed.

"I'm just teasing, silly!" Hannah giggled before turning to the wall of black muscle in front of her. The diminutive girl gently pushed the studs aside, occasionally letting out a polite "excuse me" or "beg your pardon" as she approached the center of the group's attention. Although they dwarfed her, the studs readily made way for her as she progressed, partly out of a sense of chivalrous deference to a young lady, partly out of a hope that the naked and well-fucked veteran whore would join in the festivities.

Before long, Hannah found her target. Charlotte was perched on the couch, half-seated, half lying down. Jerome, the stud who had taken Hannah's black cock virginity and who liked to play at being an aggressive thug, stood over Charlotte, pounding into her. When Hannah had left Charlotte, she was at the center of an imminent mini-gangbang at the hand of three other bulls. Now, only stud was fucking her. But whereas Charlotte, the freshly minted black cock slut, had laid back and passively let the trio of men take her, she now clearly took a much more active and assertive role in her fucking. One hand gripped her leg, just below the knee, holding it up and spreading it wide so her pussy was more fully accessible to Jerome. The other hand was at her crotch, her fingers holding open her pussy lips to further ensure that Jerome had access to her most intimate depths, the thumb rubbing at her clit. When Hannah guided Charlotte down her first steps on the path to slutdom, Charlotte had to take her first black cock from behind because she was too nervous to watch it enter her body. Now, her head flitted back and forth between making eye contact with Jerome and watching his monster rod plunder her pussy. When her face raised met to match his gaze, a smoldering, adoring look came across her eyes and her lips curled into a loving smile. When her face lowered to watch the beast ravaging her increasingly stretched out but still tight hole, her eyebrows shot up in amazement her eyes widened with awed disbelief, and her mouth formed an "O" of delighted shock. All the while, she thrust her hips back and forth in tandem with Jerome's fucking. Occasionally, she lifted the hand holding her pussy open to one of her breasts to play with the nipple, and sometimes even to lift it to her mouth so she could suck on it herself!! Her body was covered in a shiny layer of sweat, and splotches of cum were splattered about her nude form, particularly concentrated on her face, around her mouth, and dripping down her large, bouncing breasts. Jerome may have been her only paramour right now, but it was clear that many other men had enjoyed her delights since Hannah had left her to her own devices.

Hannah was so proud of her. Her heart felt like it would leap out of her throat. She might not have been fucking a single man, but the reserved, conservative Southern belle who had come to "rescue" her and who had spent the past few months in silent judgment of the new Hannah was now clearly a willing, enthusiastic, and devoted whore!

Hannah climbed onto the couch, perched on her knees so she loomed over Charlotte.

Charlotte felt the couch cushions shift a bit as the smaller girl settled in, and she turned to see who the new arrival was, her mouth open as if expecting another dark shaft to be shoved into it. When she realized who had joined in her fun, she smiled widely in recognition.

Her lips began to move to form words.

"Ohhh han....ohh fuck fuck fuck me oh god."

That was all she could get out in her distinctive Southern drawl.

Hannah reached out a hand to stroke Charlotte's hair and forehead, tucking back a strand of black hair that had fallen across her pace.

"Thanks, Charlotte...but I'm not him!" She laughed at her joke. Charlotte just groaned. Hannah couldn't tell if it was a reaction to the *** joke, or if it was an expression of pleasure. As she watched Charlotte's eyes roll back and her head thrash about, she admitted it was the likely the latter. Hannah knew that look very well, and the girl was too overwhelmed with sexual delight to comprehend even the lamest of jokes.

Jerome had been too involved in fucking Charlotte to notice Hannah's initial arrival, but her words and laughter finally drew his attention. He turned to her and spoke casually. "Hey, Hannah! I hear this new whore is your roommate! I think she may be almost as slutty as you!"

Hannah balled up her hands into fists and placed them on her sides in a feigned expression of indignance.

"JEROME!" She said, sounding annoyed but with laughter in her voice and a bit of laughter under her sharp tone. "Charlotte is one sexy bitch! And she is most certainly a dirty, nasty slut..." Charlotte's groans intensified and her smile widened at these comments, suggesting that despite most of her higher faculties being pounded away by the giant cock sliding in and out of her cunt, she was still somewhat aware of what was going on.

"But," Hannah continued. "She has a long way to go before she can catch up with my sluttiness!" With that, she reached a hand back and stuck two fingers up her asshole. She pulled her hand back and displayed it to Jerome and Charlotte. It was dripping with cum. Hannah made deliberate eye contact with Jerome as she stuck the fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. A wicked grin grew on her face and she reached her hand back, two fingers again emerging and again coated with cum. This time, she placed the fingers next to Charlotte's face. Charlotte turned to look at them, face still contorting into a series of awkward, crazed expressions. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward as she opened her mouth, taking Hannah's fingers into her mouth and sucking them dry.

Hannah patted her cheek before stroking her fingers through her hair. "I am, however, very, very proud of her for all she's done tonight. And I know it won't take her too long to catch up with me. And I am looking very forward to being with you every step of the way."

Charlotte smiled happily at the words and looked up at Hannah with admiration and adoration.

Hannah grabbed Jerome by his arm. "Ease up a bit, would you?" She asked. "I'd like to have a conversation with Charlotte, and I don't think she can quite handle that if you pounding into her like a jackhammer."

Jerome readily complied, not halting his power fucking but slowing down and softening the force of his thrusts. As he did, Charlotte seemed to calm down. Her breaths still came out in ragged pants punctuated by moans, but her vision became clear, and the intensity of her thrashing and moaning diminished as her breathing became somewhat more steady.

Hannah lowered her body; she was still on her knees but her face was now only inches from Charlotte's. She gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and continued to gently run her fingers through her black hair, which was now spread out in a dark, black mane.

She smiled down sweetly at Charlotte. "Are you having a good, my friend?"

"Oh fuck....oh my fucking god Hannah." Her speech was still profane and a little unhinged, but she seemed more in control of her words now. "It's so fucking big Hannah. It feels so good sliding in and out of my tight little cunt... I didn't know I could feel anything like this..."

"CHARLOTTE!" Hannah clapped her hands to the side of her face in an expression of faux outrage. "Since when do fine Southern ladies talk like that? What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking...uhhhhh....I'm thinking there's nothing I like more than getting FUCKED like the dirty, nasty whore that I am...FUCK! And I'm thinking that I should use language appropriate..fucking...appropriate for the situation."

Charlotte's face contorted into a particular ecstatic expression as it appeared Jerome's strokes reached a particularly delicious spot and she had to shake her head to regain her focus.

"And I'm thinking you made me this way. And I think I fucking love you did!"

Hannah shook her head solemnly. "There's one point you raised I have to disagree with." She spoke seriously but calmly like she and Charlotte were debating the merits of the welfare state or progressive taxation back in their dorm room.

"I didn't make you this way. No, you were like always like this. I just helped you find who you truly were."

Charlotte frowned slightly, looking pensive...or at least as pensive as one could be while naked, covered in sweat and cum, and panting groaning, and writhing about while a foot-long cock slid in and out of one's body.

She turned to look at Hannah and opened her mouth to speak. It was either to argue further with Hannah or argue with her, but that would only ever be known to Charlotte. Her prospective speech was cut off as Hannah's eyes rolled back into her head, a loud moan escaped her lips, and she lunged forward. Charlotte's mouth snapped shut and she looked to the side to see that one of the studs who had been waiting about for their turn with her had crawled onto the couch behind Hannah and was now fucking her from behind! The debate between the two girls was cut off, at least temporarily, when Hannah lowered her head to Charlotte's and the two began making out as they were each fucked. Hannah broke off the kiss to begin sucking on and playing with Charlotte's heaving tits just as Jerome increased the intensity of his thrusts, and Charlotte forgot whatever she was going to respond to Charlotte with as she again descended into a thrashing, moaning, profanity-spewing fuck doll.

Hannah only lifted her face from Charlotte's massive tits when she threw her head back while letting loose with a deep howl, her hands clenching into fists which pounded wildly and mindlessly at the couch, and her body spasming and convulsing wildly. The unknown stud who had brought Hannah to this state began to jackhammer more wildly as he put his primal yell. Charlotte now understood perfectly well what was happening. They were cumming together. The stud pulled back, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto Hannah's back, and at their highest point arching over Hannah's petite frame and onto Charlotte's face. She stuck her head up and opened her mouth, hoping to catch some of the love juice for herself. And, much to her delight, bits of it splashed across her face and into her mouth.

The display pushed Jerome over the edge. His cock twitch and pulses in Charlotte's love tunnel. Charlotte now knew exactly what this meant and her body sang in anticipation at what was about to happen. Sure enough, Jerome unleashed his powerful river of cum deep into Charlotte's body, warm and strong strands filling her with delight and triggering the pale brunette into her own screaming orgasm. He pulled out of Charlotte, and of course, his ejaculation continued, spraying Charlotte's already cum-soaked body. Hannah jumped down off the sofa and took the spewing cock in her mouth, eagerly swallowing the rest of Jerome's loud. When she pulled her mouth off the spent cock, she proudly opened her mouth, displaying that since she leaped into action, the remainder of Jerome's emissions had found their way down into her belly.

Charlotte now lay on the couch flat on her back gasping for breath as cum oozed out of her stretched-out fuck hole. It didn't take long for Ron, Hannah's acquaintance from the gathering of studs watching Charlotte at work, to approach the deliriously happy black cock addict. Charlotte smiled up at him as he approached, and spread her legs in anticipation. Without the two exchanging words, Ron aligned his cock with Charlotte's eager pussy and sunk balls deep into it, hammering his full length in and out of her in deep, intense strokes.

As Charlotte wailed and thrashed about under the power of the new stud, Hannah climbed back onto the couch and sat next to Charlotte, rubbing her pussy as she watched Charlotte get fucked. Another of the students approached Hannah. Hannah smiled up at him and scooted forward a bit, spreading her legs and holding them up under her knees as she offered him her pussy.

The stud began to lean forward before cringing at the sight of Hannah's stretched-out, drenched hole, which oozed with the cum of several other men. "Yo bitch. You're hot, but how many other guys have you fucked tonight? I ain't sticking my dick in that."

Hannah's face broke into a sorrowful pout. She looked crestfallen. Charlotte's joy at being railed by an eleven-inch black cock was marred by the tragic sight. She was heartbroken to see her beloved friend so dejected. She knew she had to do something to help her fellow slut.

It took all of her willpower and mental might, but she grabbed the arms of the stud pounding into her. "Wait!" She said. "Stop fucking me for a bit." She winced at the words which sounded so stupid and nonsensical to her. Ron looked confused, a little hurt, as he pulled out of Charlotte.

"Oh baby, you didn't do anything wrong," Charlotte explained. "But I have to help look out for Hannah!" She rolled off the couch and onto the floor, crawling on her knees until she was positioned in front of Hannah. She looked up at her naked roommate, whose legs were still splayed out, and the steady stream of cum that flowed from her spread-out snatch.

In a way, she knew that the details may have shifted a little, but her goals for the evening had changed. She wanted to help Hannah, who despite all their differences, she dearly loved. Sure, a few hours ago she thought she was coming to safeguard and protect her innocent, virginal friends' virtue. And now she was going to help a fellow slut take more black cocks as a mutual participant in a no holds barred fuckfest. But the principle was the same.

She lowered her face to Hannah's drenched hole and got to work, thrusting her tongue into the well-used cunt and licking up the torrent of cum that had flooded her roommate.

Hannah gasped and moaned in appreciation, her legs flailing about and her hands grabbing Charlotte's head by the hair. The irony of the moment was not lost on her, and she also realized that Charlotte hadn't deviated THAT much from her normal self. Even when they clashed, Hannah understood that Charlotte was trying to look out for her. And now, as Charlotte lapped away at her cum-soaked pussy, preparing the fuck tunnel for an invasion by another massive, ebony rod, Hannah understood that Charlotte was doing the same as she always had: acting as a mother hen, trying to protect Charlotte's best interests. It was just that the two girls now had a more mutual understanding as to what a sexy young woman's best interests were. Charlotte was a dear, caring friend a few hours ago when she had rushed to a stranger's house to protect Hannah's innocence. And she was a dear, caring friend now as she cleaned Hannah's dirty cunt with her eager tongue so that some random stranger would be willing to fuck the shit out of her.

As Charlotte diligently worked away, she felt a pair of strong hands grab her hips. She lifted her face from Hannah's pussy for a moment to groan as she felt a thick, black rod sink into her well-used pussy. She spread her legs out a bit to help the cock work its way into her. When she felt the balls slap against the back of her thighs, she knew he was in. As she'd taken several cocks inside her this evening, she felt comfortable estimating that the new cock was about a foot long, give or take. As the unknown stud began to slide in and out of her, she realized this was someone she hadn't fucked yet. She wasn't sure how many men had fucked her tonight, but each cock felt different, each stud his style of fucking. She loved all the cocks she'd experienced so far, all the methods that had been deployed to bring her to orgasmic heights. This was no different, but it was new. Before she could turn around to see who the welcome stranger pummeling her was, he pushed her head back down towards Hannah's pussy, and Charlotte resumed her efforts. Hannah's hole was not largely clean, but well, she liked eating her roommate’s pussy!

As the stud increased the intensity of his fucking, Charlotte increased the intensity of her cunnilingus She alternated between sticking her tongue up the tunnel and licking at its interior and licking along Hannah's labia eventually lifting her hand to work her fingers in and out of her friend. As she explored Hannah's most intimate parts, her tongue came across a small, hard bit of flesh that stuck out above Hannah's opening. She flicked her tongue across, and Hannah let out a high-pitched shriek, her thighs clenching around the side of Charlotte's head, and a bit of sweet, light liquid spurting out from her pussy and onto Charlotte's chin and neck. Charlotte felt a small, dainty but strong hand push her head deeper into Hannah's crotch, and she realized that Hannah was far stronger than her petite frame suggested!

Charlotte felt like a helpless fuck doll as she knelt between the stud and her slutty roommate, the stud pounding into her and Hannah's surprisingly strong legs wrapped around the sides of her head as her surprisingly strong hand pushed into her cunt. And...she liked it!

Charlotte had lost herself in sensual delights and she didn't know how much time had passed when she felt the grip of Hannah's legs and the pressure of her hand grow even more intense. Her hearing was muffled by Hannah's legs, but she could still make out an animalistic shriek coming from just above her. A few hours ago, Charlotte would have thought some coyote had wandered into the city and was howling at the moon. Now, as Hannah's pussy spurted out liquid onto her face, she knew it was the sound of a whore in rapture. Her heart filled with pride because she was the source of that rapture. That pride pushed Charlotte over the edge, and she erupted into her orgasm, her pussy clamping down around the stranger's cock which had been ravaging her pussy. His grip on her hips tightened as he let loose with his load which flooded into Charlotte.

As Hannah came down from her orgasm, her grip on Charlotte's head relaxed. Charlotte fell to the ground, gasping for air as she was freed. After she caught her breath, she pulled herself up and sat on the floor against the couch. She turned to see the stud who had been fucking her as she cleaned Hannah's pussy so that more studs would be willing to fuck her again. As her vision cleared, she realized it had been the stud who had refused to fuck Hannah because she said her pussy was too cum filled.

Charlotte realized she had been tricked! Her pussy was at least as flooded with cum as Hannah's, and the dirty hole had to have been on full display to the man as she knelt in front of Hannah, eating her out. The man hadn't been disgusted by Hannah's cum-filled cunt! He'd just wanted to incite a lesbian display. Still, Charlotte couldn't be mad at the situation.

Hannah pulled herself into a sitting position as she caught her breath.

"Charlotte," she said, "Meet my friend Malick. Malick, meet my roommate...and very DEAR friend Charlotte."

Malick bent down to offer Charlotte a hand. She grasped, and he helped her to her feet.

As she stood, Hannah admired her roommate’s nude form from behind. Charlotte was fit, but her curvy figure meant that she had plenty of junk in the trunk-especially for a white girl. Hannah couldn’t wait to dive in between her cheeks. But as she admired her naked roommate's butt, she couldn't help but notice the asshole was still puckered tight, and while her body was covered in splotches of cum and a steady river of cum flowed from her stretched out cunt, her asshole seemed to be free of the marks of any fucking.

"You guys know each other?" Charlotte didn't notice Hannah's appraisal. asked.

"Yup," Hannah nodded happily. "Malick was there the first time I got fucked by black cock!"

"And many times other times she's been fucked by back cock!" Malick contributed.

Charlotte frowned. "Somehow, I don't think you were turned off by how many guys had dumped their loads in Hannah..."

Hannah and Malick began to laugh.

"Guilty!" Malick confessed. "What can I say, I love watching sluts lez out with each other."

Charlotte couldn't help but join in the laughter.

"You know, you don't have to resort to tricks to get me to 'lez out' with Hannah. Or to get inside my pussy!" Charlotte retorted.

"Oh we know," Hannah said, standing behind Charlotte and kissing her neck. "But it's so much more fun that way. Besides...we need to get you to lez out with some more whores!"

"We're gonna get to that," Malick said. "But do you know how hard it was turning down Hannah when she was baring that pussy to me? I deserve an Oscar that shit!"

"Well," Hannah said. "I think you'll have to settle for just fucking me right now instead."

"I can live with that," Malick said, moving around Charlotte. As he did, Hannah leaned forward so her forward pressed against Charlotte's. She whispered. "Hey, sweetie. It looks like you haven’t been fucked in the ass yet...have the studs been holding back on you?"

Charlotte let out a little squeak and placed her palm over her mouth. The weapons which had plundered her little white pussy had stretched it out, and she loved it. But taking one in her asshole! That was...that was...the corners of her mouth twitched up in a smile. That was a wonderful idea. But it was something she'd need to work up to. "Oh, my lord..." Charlotte muttered. "One of these beasts in my little asshole...I admit, it sounds divine. But...I don't think I'm ready for that tonight."

Hannah smiled. "Does that mean there will be more nights filled with black cock?”

“Of course!” Charlotte nodded.

As he did, Hannah turned so her back was towards Charlotte's back. Malick continued his jaunt and stood in front of Hannah. For a moment, Charlotte was worried she would be forgotten. But then, another of the studs who had been watching the scene play out quickly replaced him, standing in front of Charlotte.

Hannah turned her head back and spoke directly into Charlotte's ear. "Hey, sweetie. Let's show these studs what two roommates can do!" She then sank to her knees. Charlotte couldn't see what Hannah was doing, but she fully understood the meaning of her statement. She swiftly followed Hannah's lead and sank to her knees. She was now face to face with the stranger's cock. As she took it in her mouth, she heard a groan a masculine groan from wet, sucking sounds from behind her. She smiled as she knew she had the right, and her pussy spasmed and squirted a bit as the sexy image of her and Hannah, back to back, engaged in synchronized cock sucking, filled her mind.

Hannah popped Malick's cock out of her mouth and turned, her mouth to Charlotte's ear. "As much I love sucking dick, my pussy is crying out to get stuffed. How about you Charlotte?" Charlotte smiled around the cock in her mouth and nodded her as she continued to suck.

Hannah stood, and Charlotte reluctantly pulled the cock out of her mouth, following her roommate's lead. Hannah gestured for Malick and the other, unknown stud, to sit on the couch. The two sat side to side, monster cocks sticking in the air, glistening with the saliva of the roommates.

Hannah took Charlotte's hand and turned her back to the two studs, even as she backed up closer to them. Charlotte fust followed her lead. Soon, the two girls were right in front of the men. Hannah let go of Charlotte's hand and squatted above the unnamed bull whose cock Charlotte had just been cocking. She repositioned herself so her hungry pussy was right above Malick's obelisk, and hissed as she lowered herself. Charlotte, picking up the hint, mirrored Hannah's motions and was soon impaled on Malick's cock.

Once both girls had cocks firmly embedded in their bodies, any idea of graceful synchronicity left their minds. They needed to get fucked! They began to bounce and grind on the fuck meat stretching their little, white holes.

"Gentlemen!" A new female, voice exclaimed. "I know fucking teenagers can be fun, but us older ladies have a lot of experience to offer too!"

Hannah, whose head had been lowered to admire the way that the stranger's cock stretched out her cunt, looked up to see who the newcomer was. She smiled when she the auburn-haired older woman she had earlier seen getting fucked with Christine. She was joined by three other naked women who appeared to be in their thirties and 40s, all of whom showed the telltale signs of having been thoroughly fucked. The quartet represented a variety of body types and looks, but all were fit and beautiful. Hannah began to grind her pussy more aggressively onto the stranger's shaft as she was turned on by the bevy of older sluts.

It appeared the remaining studs who had formed Charlotte and Hannah's audience felt the same. They all turned to embrace and fondle the new arrivals. The female leader of the group pulled two studs by their cocks and tossed her head to the group.

"I think these two whores have things well in hand...let's go find a space where we can fuck each other's brains out!" With that, she guided the group away towards another part of the house.

Hannah turned when she heard a frustrated sound coming from Charlotte. She smiled and turned towards her roommate, an obvious look of disappointment at having the studs led away.

"Don't worry, roomie!" She instructed Charlotte. "There's more than enough cocks here for everyone! Never be jealous of another slut!"

It was now Charlotte's turn to take the initiative. She reached over and stroked Hannah's outstretched pussy, rubbing the lips and playing with the clit. Hannah, pleased that Charlotte was getting with the program, returned the favor. i

As the two roommates bonded with each another pair of sluts was getting fucked, side by side across the room. Chloe and Tracy perched next to each other, knees on a couch and elbows on a coffee table in front of it. Professor Duke pounded into Chloe while DeShawn pounded into Tracy.

The twenty-year-old undergraduate and thirty-something professor tightly held hands as they bucked about with the force of the cocks splitting them open, moaning and gasping obscenities.

Tracy, of course, was an accomplished and award-winning comparative literature professor. Chloe was her protege. Her protege as a budding academic--Chloe's first day of college classes had been in Tracy's freshmen survey course. And her protege as a whore. Tracy had introduced the innocent, shy, bookish freshmen to the world of black cock. Two years later, Chloe was still bookish but far from shy and innocent.

The moment the first black stud pushed the head of his cock past Chloe's tight pussy lips and began siding it back and forth into her then-virginal hole, Chloe knew that she was born to be take cock. Tracy of course, had been present for the precious moment, and as she watched Chloe's eyes roll back into her head and listened to the moan that erupted from her throat, she knew that she was a kindred spirit, not just someone to accompany to gangbangs, but someone to help convert other undergrads into black cock addicts.

Since then, the two were inseparable. Tracy had ensured that every semester, Chloe served as both her research assistant and teacher's assistant. This wasn't a mere pretext or sinecure; Chloe was a brilliant scholar and teacher in her own right. Chloe had also become the student leader of a book club sponsored by Tracy. She had started college with plans to go to law school, but under Tracy's guidance realized that her true calling, aside from getting pounded by monster cocks, was in academia. Of course, both Tracy and Chloe were serious about their intellectual pursuits and helping to develop curious young minds. But they had also used their position to ensure a steady supply of eager young pussy for their black lovers.

One of their rare disagreements occurred when they met Sarah, Hannah's older sister. Tracy had called her out as a prospective black cock devotee the moment she laid eyes on her. Hannah liked Sarah, but couldn't believe that the awkward, prudish girl would ever join their clique.

Of course, Jess, one of the most brazen sluts in their circle of friends, quickly proved Chloe wrong. Chloe realized should have trusted the wisdom and experience of her mentor. And so when Chloe met Hannah for the first time, and Tracy enthusiastically endorsed the younger of the Cohen sisters as a prime candidate for blacking, Chloe was eager to befriend the Midwesterner. Of course, Jess swept in and took the naive freshmen under her wing.

Now, the student and teacher were taking the two biggest cocks in the room together. Tracy had introduced Chloe and Duke that night, and now Chloe marveled at the power and endurance of the older man, who could put many younger bulls to shame. Tracy meanwhile, had just erupted into an orgasm as Chloe's boyfriend of late plowed into her. She let loose a decidedly undignified, un-professor-like scream as her pussy convulsed around the sixteen inches, her free hand pounding into the coffee table, the hand which held Chloe's tightening its grip like a vice. As her orgasm ripped through her body, her elbows gave way and she fell forward onto the table. In time, the orgasm subsided and Tracy gathered her senses. DeShawn was still thrusting into it, not having blown his load despite Tracy's cunt clamping down on his cock like a vice.

Tracy brushed a bit of hair out of her face and looked forward. Hannah, now a dedicated black cock slut and a fixture at fuck parties large and small, was of course happily bouncing on some unknown stud's cock. But Charlotte, the roommate who had come because she thought the study group of a few hours ago was up to no good and who had passed out when she saw her first live cock (let alone her first live, giant, black cock) who now next to her, naked, sweaty, and also bouncing along happily on a stud of her own.

Tracy let out an excited squeal of delight. Another prude broken! Her sixth slut sense had told her that Charlotte was another cock waiting to break out of her shell the moment she opened the door for her a few short hours ago. She turned to Chloe, eager to share the news with her. But Chloe was lost in her world of sexual pleasure, her head thrashing about and her eyes staring off into the void.

For now, she'd need to leave Chloe to her in devices. Still, she wanted to go visit the new slut. She slid forward and off of DeShawn's cock. He gave his squawk of protest, but his annoyance halted when his eyes locked on the source of Tracy's distraction.

Tracy grabbed his cock and tugged him towards the couch where the slutty roommates frolicked. As she approached with DeShawn in tow, Charlotte leaned over and whispered something in Hannah's ear. Hannah grinned and nodded, and the two girls popped off the cocks they had been riding. Their slutty adventures weren't coming to an end though; they merely positions. Hannah turned around to face Malick before she mounted him, while Charlotte continued in the reverse cowgirl position on the unknown soldier.

Tracy sidles onto the couch next to Charlotte, kneeling next to her. She began to kiss and nibble at her neck. "I knew you were a slut the moment you walked in this door, baby. You didn't know it yet. But I knew you'd be stripped naked and taking a giant fuck stick up that little pussy of yours."

Charlotte just moaned.

"I heard so much about you from Hannah, you know. She loves you. Despite all of your differences. Well, all the differences you used to have. I think tonight you've found you had a lot more in common than you thought."

"Yessss," Charlotte groaned nodding her head in a sign that she understood Tracey's statements through her orgasmic haze.

"You know, when Hannah started to hang out with Jess, a lot of us never thought she'd turn. But, well...look at her now." Charlotte turned to look at her roommate grinding her hips on the stranger's cock as he continued to thrust into her. He had fucked Charlotte quite well, and Hannah looked like she was also enjoying his efforts. Charlotte reflected that they should get the man's name.

As Charlotte watched Hannah in action, DeShawn and his monster weapon came into view. He stood behind Hannah and placed his hand on her shoulder, using the other to hold his cock as he came closer and closer to her as she continued to fuck the stranger. Hannah turned to look at him and he whispered something in her ear. She smiled and nodded.

Charlotte's eyes grew to their greatest circumference of the night--greater even than when she had first seen Jess and Tracy servicing Duke, back when she was still a virgin- as Deshawn aligned the beast with Hannah's asshole. Hannah had asked her point blank about anal sex not that long ago, and her asshole gaped slightly and, like her pussy, dripped with cum. Charlotte knew Hannah loved getting fucked in the ass. But surely, not with something so big! Charlotte's disbelief was shattered when DeShawn slid into the girl's unused hole in an easy, swift gesture, burying his entire shaft in seconds. Hannah grunted when it first penetrated her, threw her head back, and let out a deep moan as it worked its way in, but she smiled happily and continued to thrust her hips. DeShawn began pumping the beast in and out of her, and Hannah pounded her firsts and cried out, but Charlotte recognized her reactions as delighted, not pained.

Charlotte realized that she was jealous. She wanted to be able to take that much cock! She felt a gentle stroke of her hair as she watched Hannah's conquest in fascination.

"Not an anal whore yet, are we?" Tracy asked. Charlotte turned to her, a sad look in her eyes, and shook her head.

"It's okay sweetie," Tracy said kissing her forehead. "We all need to go at our own pace. When you're ready, and I know you will be, your asshole will be another nasty little fuck hole to be plundered by a legion of black studs."

The mix of tenderness and vulgarity drove Charlotte to new heights of pleasure, and she came all over Malick's cock, triggering his orgasm. Charlotte slid off him. After less than a minute, Malick's cock was once again hard. But he didn't return his attention to Charlotte. No, he got up, walked around the couch, and stuck his cock in Hannah's face. Her hands were clenching the stranger's shoulders as she was fucked at both ends, and she didn't have the strength or coordination to grasp the offered cock with her hands. Instead, she leaned forward and swallowed it whole, bobbing her head up and down in a hands-free blowjob.

"Mmmm,'" Tracey murmured next to Charlotte. "I love being airtight!"

She then pulled Charlotte up by her hand. "I think Hannah's going to have her hands full keeping these guys occupied. Let's go find some new meat for you!"

She tugged Hannah towards a part of the large living room she hadn't paid attention to before, and Charlotte was surprised to see an out-of-place piece of furniture.

"Is that..." She asked.

"A bed? Yup!" Tracy nodded proudly. "Yea it's not standard to keep something like that in your living room, but well, if Jerry and I are going to invite anyone here we're going to trust them with the knowledge that being a cumdump is one of my favorite hobbies."

Tracy pulled Charlotte over the bed. It was currently unused, but the sheets were rumpled and covered in liquid--cum, sweat, and lady squirt, Charlotte inferred. The out-of-place piece of furniture had seen a fair amount of use tonight. As she did, another group of studs began to form around them.

"Hey boys," Tracy said coquettishly. "Guess what? Charlotte here was a virgin a couple of hours ago. Charlotte, how many black cocks have you had up your cunt in the past couple hours."

Charlotte looked pensive, trying to calculate. She started to count on her fingers, but before long they were all outstretched and she wasn't done. "You know, Tracy. I have no idea the exact number. But," she lay back on the bed as she spoke, spreading her legs to fully display her pussy as she did, "It's not nearly enough!"

Tracy laughed. "This girl may have been a virgin a couple hours ago, but I'd say she's a bona fide whore now! Come and get it, boys!"

One of the studs ran forward and thrust into her exposed hole. Charlotte grunted with the impact and laid flat back on her back, but welcomed the new cock as it slid into her. Within seconds, another stud climbed onto the bed and kneeled at Charlotte's head. Charlotte laid her head back and grasped the cock, taking it in her mouth. She felt the bed shift as two heavyweights flanked her. She knew what this meant, and held the cock she was sucking in her mouth using only suction as she stretched out her arms to grasp the cocks that she now knew lay next to her. Her mind was now focused only on pleasuring the four men. Tracy and Hannah were pushed out of her mind by the power and volume of the cocks that surrounded her.

Charlotte's world was now black cock. Any other thoughts or memories were wiped away by the pleasure she was receiving from the men who pounded away at her. Her only concern was experiencing that pleasure, and giving it back. She was, for the moment, no more than a receptacle for black cock. She didn't want to be anything else.

When one of the men dumped his load in her or let loose a torrent of cum across her body, another man immediately took his place. Charlotte didn't have the interest, or even the ability, to count how many were fucking her in one way or another, or to mark how much time this ravaging went on. She didn't care. All she cared about was what she felt in the moment.

And so she didn't know how much time had passed when she let loose a primal scream the last of the coterie of men which had surrounded the bed unleashed his load into her well-fucked pussy. She didn't know how much time had passed, how many orgasms she had, how many men had erupted in her pussy, on her face, splattered her body with their baby batter.

As the last of the cocks plopped out of her pussy, she curled up on the bed. She felt vacant, but she was okay with that. She was exhausted from all the fucking-happy, but exhausted. She relished the soft feeling of the luxurious fabric, but not as much as she relished the sticky remnants of sweat and cum she now wallowed in. She wasn't sure where she was, what she'd been doing before her gangfuck session, or even what her name was. She just knew she had been and truly fucked, and she loved it!

As Charlotte lay on her side, she saw another young woman approaching her. She was, of course, completely nude except for a pair of black, horn-rimmed glasses which did nothing to dampen the brilliance of her emerald eyes. Her reddish brown hair was a mess, sticking out around her head in the ruddy halo and with splotches of white cum throughout. Her medium-sized breasts looked larger than they were on her small frame, and her body was covered in sweat and cum. The cum was especially concentrated on her inner thighs as a steady stream of the life-giving substance flowed from her stretched-out pussy, some falling to the floor, some running along the girl's legs. As she approached Charlotte, she wore a knowing smirk and her eyes twinkled with mischief and delight.

Charlotte thought she was beautiful. And, somehow, familiar. But Charlotte couldn't even remember her name right now--she couldn't put her finger on who this angelic slut was.

Charlotte played with her pussy as the mysterious redhead continued her approach. The girl has a sense of sweet friendliness about her but had been thoroughly fucked. Charlotte thought she was incredibly sexy, and shamelessly masturbated as she admired her nude form.

The naked girl lay down next to Charlotte on the bed and gently stroked her hair. Charlotte quivered as butterflies began to fly about in her stomach at the feel of the girl's naked, soft, warm flesh against her own. "Well, Charlotte," she said, "You look like one well fucked whore!"

Charlotte blinked at the mention of her name. A rush of memories came back and her identity and the events of the past few moments came back to her. She was Charlotte Lumiere, Alabama native, a star student, and an up-and-coming leader in the campuses College Republicans and bible study groups. A few hours ago, she was a virgin. She had come here to save Hannah nude woman who lay next to her. And now she had spent the past few hours getting pounded by any stud who wanted her, eating out the pussies of her fellow sluts, and getting covered in cum. And she loved it!

Charlotte had come down from the sexual coma which had shut down her brain and wiped her memory. She knew who she was now.

She was Charlotte Lumiere, Alabama native, a star student and up-and-coming leader in the campuses College Republicans and bible study groups-and a devoted black cock slut!

"Oh Hannah," Charlotte groaned. "I am a well-fucked whore. So much cock....so much cum....it's so fucking amazing."

Hannah beamed at her. "I'm so happy for you...and so proud of you! How many cocks did you just take on all by yourself?"

Charlotte blinked. "I don't even know. I was having way too much fun to keep a tally." Yes, turning into a senseless fuck doll for a horde of anonymous black men was now very much Charlotte's idea of fun.

"I hope you don't mind us joining you," a cheerful feminine voice chimed in. Charlotte and Hannah turned to see that it was Chloe who had spoken, and she was accompanied by Jess, DeShawn, and Professor Duke.

"Of course not!" Hannah chirped, and gestured for the new arrivals to join her and Charlotte on the bed.

"Damn girl, you are just completely covered in cum!" Jess said. "Don't me wrong...it's a great look. But we may need to get you cleaned up or some of the studs might be reluctant to fuck you. She cupped one of Charlotte's breasts as she spoke.

"Mmmmm." Hannah made an eager, hungry sound at Jess's suggestion." "I have an idea of how we can do that." She turned Charlotte's head to her lips and pulled her into a deep French kiss.

"You girls are right...and I know exactly where we should start." Chloe scooted around and lowered her face to Charlotte's flooded cunt, and dived in with her fingers and tongue. Charlotte moaned deeply into Chloe's mouth at the sapphic ministrations. In seconds, Charlotte's world was again a world of sensual delights as her three friends ran their tongues and hands all over her body, eagerly licking away the layer of cum that covered her body, each taking special care to lap away at her pussy---even after it seemed there was no cum left to clean. Charlotte could only moan and whimper as the women did their work, awash in delight. She had loved being at the center of a savage fuck fest in which stud after stud ravished her, using whatever parts of her body (except her ass!) they wished to bring themselves and Charlotte to mind-blowing orgasms. But the more tender, softer attention she was receiving from the three women was also intensely delightful. The inevitable happened, and Charlotte's body began to convulse into Chloe's mouth as she made out with her, squirt erupting from her pussy and onto Jessica's face as the blonde lapped away at and fingered the stretched hole.

Charlotte had been exhausted from her gangbang, but the lesbian love fest left her again aroused and energized.

"Ladies," she said. "That was lovely...but I need more cock!"

DeShawn laughed loudly from above her. Charlotte lifted her body a bit, supporting herself on her elbows, and looked at him. His monster cock, the one she had seen slip so easily into Hannah's asshole, was fully erect, and pointing towards her he stroked her.

She gulped. That was certainly some more cock! She had been disgusted, and then frightened by the thing. But now, she felt her pussy twitch and spasm with hunger as she eyed it.

"YES!" She cried. "Shove that beast up inside me!"

Chloe, who now knelt above and behind Charlotte, grabbed her shoulder. Charlotte looked up at her and saw a thoughtful frown on her face. Charlotte was puzzled. Surely with all that had gone Chloe couldn't be upset that she had demanded her boyfriend fuck her?

"His cock is no joke," Chloe said. "Believe me I know!" Her frown turned into a smile. "But I think you can take it!"

Hannah nodded and spread out her pussy with one of her hands, inviting him to plunder her.

DeShawn grabbed Charlotte by the waist and pulled her forward so her pussy was aligned with the edge of the bed. Chloe crawled forward so she was directly over Charlotte's head, and began to stroke and caress her face as she cooed reassuring words. "You're a total whore Charlotte, a natural-born slut. Your pussy was built for black cock. I know you can take it! I believe in you!"

Hannah and Jess crawled to Charlotte's sides, flanking her. Hannah took one of Jessica's hands in her own. Jess leaned down to suck on and play with Charlotte's heaving tits.

DeShawn rested his cock on Charlotte's stomach. She gasped at its weight, the sheer strength and power of the weapon sending shivers down her spine before it had even entered her. Her head began to spin as she thought about what was going to happen to her.

DeShawn readjusted his cock and lined the head up with her opening.

"DO IT!" Charlotte hissed.

DeShawn moved forward, the head pushing aside Charlotte's pussy lips. She gasped at the sensation. The tends in her neck popped out as she perched her head up, determined to watch the sixteen incher slide into her tight, young cunt.

Charlotte nodded eagerly, eyes wild with lust, as she silently urged the stud on.

He slid deeper into the willing slut, forcefully but carefully. Charlotte's breathing became shallow and ragged. DeShawn was only a few inches inside her, and countless cocks had gone far deeper into her that evening. But he was so thick! The nerve endings in Charlotte's pussy exploded into an electrical storm around the invader. Charlotte threw her head for a moment as she lost some control of her body and mind, but she shook her head as if to focus and looked back at the cock which was now embedded a few inches in her body. Charlotte whimpered and panted, her face contorted in ecstasy and disbelief, as she felt an impossibly girthy rod stretch out her recently virginal cunt.

"You're doing such a good job, honey," Chloe cooed from above her.

Seconds seemed like minutes as DeShawn worked his cock deeper and deeper into the receptive hole. He was forceful but careful, maneuvering so that Charlotte could experience his sexual power without experiencing pain or discomfort. He seemed to sense her feelings, and he calibrated his invasion to heighten Charlotte's excitement without overwhelming her or causing her pain. Charlotte realized why Chloe liked this guy so much. He wasn't just a monster cock, but a skilled fucker.

DeShawn was no more than halfway in. He was more deeply embedded than a normal man could ever hope to be, but Charlotte still had several cocks to penetrate her more deeply. The stretching though! Her pussy never felt more stuffed. She arched Her whimpering began to turn into a howl, and the hand which had been holding her hole open for DeShawn shot out. Jess grabbed it in support.

Charlotte tried to calm herself, using all her willpower to slow her breathing and keep her eyes on her pussy and the cock. She tightened her grip on Jess and Hannah's hands, drawing strength from the support of the more experienced sluts, who all offered words of encouragement support.

DeShawn was now deeper than most of the men had gone. Charlotte's battle to keep control of her body took a turn for the worse, and she arched her back as her head began to roll around the bed. She could no longer watch her conquest and although she could feel how deep DeShawn was, she didn't know how much further he had to before he was fully embedded in her.

Until she felt his balls slap against her ass. She again mustered her strength and lifted her head to look at her defilement. She couldn't see any more of DeShawn's cock! His upper pubic area now made full contact with hers.

"What...what are you waiting for? She gasped as she struggled to get the words out. "FUCKING POUND ME!!!"

DeShawn grinned and began to thrust in and out. Charlotte cooed and whimpered at the amazing sensations. DeShawn remained the skillful gentleman, his initial motions more massaging her cunt than pounding it.

As Charlotte became more comfortable, DeShawn increased the power and speed of his thrusts, and soon she was thrashing about on the bed, a howling sex demon.

She was barely cognizant of her surroundings, or anything other than the monster pounding into her, but she looked when she heard Chloe let out a happy moan. Jerome had pulled her away from Charlotte's head and was now pounding her from behind. Hannah felt a flash of envy; of all the men who had fucked her that night, she felt a special affection for the man. The feeling was quickly extinguished as Chloe's boyfriend continued to hammer into her.

Professor Duke, who had been watching the scene patiently, climbed onto the bed to replace Chloe's position. But whereas Chloe had caressed and soothed her, Duke gently slapped her face with his cock. He didn't need to say anything more, and Charlotte stretched out her neck so she could take him in her mouth, using her last bits of control to suck and stroke the older man's shaft and play with his balls.

DeShawn grabbed Charlotte's hips and flipped her over, so she was now on all fours on the bed. In the few seconds it took to execute the maneuver, Charlotte marveled at how strange it felt to have an empty cunt after it had spent so long getting stuffed by such a huge cock. That feeling of vacancy didn't long though, as DeShawn thrust into her, this time in a single, forceful motion, with no ceremony or trepidation. Charlotte let out a moan and her head fell to the sheets before she remembered that she was leaving cock neglected! The dedicated slut got a hold of herself and leaned forward to take Professor Duke's cock back into her mouth. As the two biggest cocks of tonight's event used her body from both ends.

Another cock gently slapped the side of her face. Duke's cock popped out of her mouth as she turned to look at the intruder. She smiled widely when she saw it was Malcom! In the first few moments of her conversion into a slut, she hadn't been able to take his entire cock in her mouth. Now, she was confident she could handle it! She grabbed the cock in her hand, pulled it into her mouth, and sure enough, swallowed the entire thing in a single motion! She began sliding her mouth up and down it, working the full length in and out of her easily. Not wanting to a stud unattended, she lifted a hand to stroke Duke's cock. Now a skilled multitasker, she moved her head back and forth between the two men, sucking one and stroking the other in a chaotic frenzy.

DeShawn's cock began to twitch and pulse. Charlotte knew what that meant, and her pussy so tightly clutched the massive rod, that she could feel its every motion. Sure enough, thick warm powerful streams flooded her pussy. The volume and force of the cum explosion was greater than anything she'd yet experienced. Her pussy began to spasm and she lost her ability to service Duke and Malcolm as her upper body collapsed into the bed. She screamed into the sheets as she tightly grabbed bunches of fabric and a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.

DeShawn pulled his cock out of Charlotte's abused hole, and she felt a torrent of cum burst forth from her. She looked back and saw that DeShawn’s cock was still fully erect! She'd realized that these studs had incredible recovery power, but DeShawn's cock hadn't even deflated after dumping a truly prodigious amount of cum inside of Charlotte!

The man grabbed Jessica's legs, pulling her forward. When Jessica was aligned on the edge of the bed, she grabbed her legs and pulled them back, so her knees were next to the bed, smiling up at him as she knew what was about to happen. Sure enough, he plunged into Jess, again without ceremony or hesitation. The veteran whore didn't need to be gently broken in to deal with his giant cock!

Charlotte's now gaping pussy felt desperately empty, and it continued to spasm even after her orgasm passed as if asking to get stuffed with another cock. Duke was ready to oblige. He swung around and slid into Charlotte, pounding her from behind just as DeShawn had a few seconds ago. Charlotte made happy sounds at the resumed conquest of her cunt. DeShawn was slightly bigger than Duke, but his cock was still bigger than nearly all of the dozens which had fucked Charlotte that night! And Duke seemed to modulate the force and pattern of his thrusts so he drove into Charlotte's body exactly where she wanted it the most, exactly how she wanted it the most. The men she'd been with tonight were all skilled lovers, but DeShawn's skill was amplified by the sheer size of his tool. Duke, an older, more experienced man, was even more talented than DeShawn. As Charlotte adjusted to the new cock splitting her open, she looked up and saw that Malcolm still looked down at her patiently, and, obedient slut that she was, she took his cock back in her mouth.

After at least three more eye-rolling, body-shattering orgasms that ripped through Charlotte's body, Duke grabbed her hips in a vice-like grip and unloaded his baby batter into her. Charlotte remembered the emotional arguments she'd had with her mother about birth control and felt gratitude that she'd eventually given in. If she weren't protected, she'd have been undoubtedly impregnated tonight. She knew she wanted a ****** and children, but only with the right man. Whether the right man would be an ebony sex god or a quiet, kind man like Jerry Suffolk, she didn't know. She loved sex, but sex and love were now decoupled in her mind. And regardless of who she married, she knew she'd spend the rest of her life getting fucked by legions of black bulls, eating the cunts of other whores. And besides, Charlotte had only been a slut for a few hours. She had a lot more fucking to do before being slowed down by a pregnancy!

While had these thoughts, Duke pulled out and ropes of cum coated her back. Charlotte turned around and laid on her back, allowing Duke to spray her belly, breasts, and face. Malcom soon joined in soaking Charlotte with cum, and in shorter Jerome and DeShawn added their sprays of semen to Charlotte's body.

"That shit was off the hook!" Jess cried out.

Jessica, just lay back, panting, as Hannah held her hair and stroked her hair.

"You catch your breath, honey, I'm going to get fucked some more!" Jess said as she jumped up from the bed, pulling DeShawn and Duke by the hands. Chloe and Malcolm followed, and Hannah and Charlotte were again left alone.

Charlotte just lay on the bed, soaking in the blissful aftermath of having been ravaged by two of the biggest cocks she'd seen in her life. She laughed a bit at the realization that, before tonight, she hadn't seen any cocks. Now, she was comparing the dozens of cocks she had seen, which had worked their way into her pussy, her mouth, her hands. All in the past two hours!

"Ready for more?" Hannah asked.

"Oh yes," Charlotte chirped. "Let's go!"

Hannah helped Charlotte climb off the bed and onto her feet and offered Charlotte her elbow. Charlotte wrapped her arm around it. The naked pair began walking towards one of the larger clusters of men and women.

As Charlotte walked across the room, she surveyed her surroundings. All her life, she had heard about the evils of porn. In a world where porn littered the internet and had begun to pollute the culture, she had diligently avoided it. Now, the scene which played out before her was more obscene than what, a few hours ago, would have been her most sickening idea of what porn would look like. But Charlotte wasn't sickened. She was enthralled! The sounds of feminine screams and moans, profanity-laden tirades, and masculine roars echoed in her ears. A few hours ago, she would have yelled at Hannah or anyone else who dropped a "damn!" Now, the familiar sounds of women begging studs to pound their tight pussies in the most vulgar of ways seemed like the most insightful words from the most revered tomes of wisdom. Charlotte saw the debauched partygoers not as fallen sinners, but as her compatriots. She no longer looked upon the filthy, no-holds-barred debauchery with judgment or fear. She felt only approval. A few hours ago, she would never have exposed her shoulders or midriffs. Now, she walked naked across a room full of people, a steady stream of cum flowing out of her stretched-out pussy, some of it dropping to the floor, some of it coating her inner thighs.

Hannah and Charlotte approached the group. Hannah pushed aside the wall of black muscle on the outer banks of the group, and the roommates walked closer to the center of the group.

On a coffee table, Charlotte saw the muscular legs, torso, and arms of one of the studs. But she didn't know who it was, because a blonde, one of the MILFs who was a late arrival to the party straddled his face. Tracy rode his cock on his other end, and the two older women made out with each other.

Sophie stood at an angle over a couch, one foot on the couch, one foot on the ground, hands grabbing its back, as DeShawn pounded into her from behind.

Next to her, Malcolm knelt on the couch. Chloe supported herself against the lower couch as she lay upside and Malcolm pounded down into her from above while she played with her breasts--a position that Hannah later explained was called a pile driver.

Jess was next to the couch, standing but their body bent into an "L" as a stud fucked her from behind and she sucked another.

Another stud stood as he gripped the auburn-haired leader of the MILFs by her lower thighs as she leaned against him, legs in the air. His cock split open her asshole as he thrust in and out of it, and one of the other MILFs s alternated between licking his balls and her friend's pussy.

Two powerful studs pulled Hannah and Charlotte apart. They gently but firmly pushed the girls' shoulders, guiding them to kneel on all fours, facing each other. Hannah's face turned into a grimace and she let out a primal grunt, and as her breasts began to bounce back and forth it was obvious the stud was now fucking her. Charlotte's stud wasn't far behind, and soon she was moaning and bucking about on another stranger's fuck meat.

As they were each fucked, Hannah and Charlotte locked eyes. They looked at each other with deep understanding. They couldn't speak coherently, and even if they weren't being fucked powerfully enough to deprive them of their power for thoughtful speech, the sounds of fucking around them would have made talking impossible. But they still managed to have a conversation or at least some form of deep understanding, as they looked deeply into each other's eyes.

But eventually, Hannah's moans began an animal-like keeping and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her elbows gave out and her face pressed against the floor, and she began to desperately run her hands through her hair as she became lost in her orgasm.

Charlotte wasn't that far behind, and as her pussy began to spasm around the cock hammering away at her, triggering another explosion of sperm into her body. The stud pulled out. "Damn, you got a fine ass pussy, bitch!" was the only comment he made before wandering off. Within seconds, another cock filled Charlotte from behind. She pulled herself back up, and saw Hannah had done the same, saw that another, new stud was drilling the redhead from behind.

The two roommates shared a smile.

Charlotte didn't want this night to end. She knew it would have to, at some point, and soon. But she also knew that this was the first step in a journey she wanted to firmly embrace. She had many more black cocks in her future, and she couldn't be happier for it.