Higher Education

Malcolm and Lucas flanked Jess as she cheerily guided them down the hallway of the upper floor of the house of debauchery, taking each of their arms in one of hers. She was brimming with excited energy, faintly humming a jaunty tune to herself and practically skipping. Both men appreciated that the nude blonde's excited stride gave her bare breasts an alluring bounce. Although Malcom wasn't a huge man, he was substantially bigger than Jess. Lucas was a tall, well-built man. Despite this, Jess seemed to pull them with far more power seemed possible given her relatively smaller stature.

"What has you so worked up, Jess?" Malcolm asked. "You're acting like they just released a new Star Wars movie that was actually good."

Jess rolled her eyes at that. "Unlike you, I actually have good taste in movies. No, this is far better. We have new sluts! Two new sluts!"

Lucas looked hurt for a moment. "You didn't tell me you were bringing new girls tonight. You know I love to break them in!"

"Sorry, sweetie." Despite her apology, Jessica’s excitement didn't seem to die down. "But this was a bit of a special occasion."

"What are you talking about?" Malcolm asked. "You and your friends convert girls all the time!"

"Oh, you'll see." Jess winked as the unclothed trio approached the staircase. She let go of her companions arms to ensure they would have a steady gait down the stairwell, and stepped ahead of them, swaying her hips as she did. Despite the fact that both men had sex with Jess many, many times they took the opportunity to admire the movement of her naked ass as she descended down the stairs in front of them.

The group reached the bottom of the stairs, where the orgy remained in full throttle.

"JESSICAAAA!" Anne rushed towards the three excitedly, her bare breasts bouncing. "Where have you been? You've missed some great fun!"

Lucas smiled. "Anne, huh? Well about it's about time. She's held out longer than most."

Anne stopped when she saw Lucas. She eyed him up and blushed, biting her lower lip and looking down at the floor, while swaying back and forth coquettishly.

"So...Lucas..." she started.

Lucas just smiled at her silently. She looked up at and flashed a brilliant smile.

"I've gone black!" She announced proudly. She then leapt forward. The athletic black man caught her in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms his neck, leaning into to kiss him deeply. He had little difficulty carrying her to the side of the room, where he pinned her against the wall, still holding onto him. His body obscured precisely what was happening, but it was clear enough when Anne let out a delighted shriek and her legs began to thrash about.

Jessica smirked at Malcolm. “She’s always had a crush on Lucas, before she even started coming to these parties. I’m glad she’s finally come out of her shell. And she’s not only one who came out of her shell tonight!”

She then started to scan the room, squinting as if searching for something, or someone. Her eyes lit up when she came across a group off to the side, frolicking on a table in front of a couch and armchair.

DeShawn, one of the most muscular and well-endowed members of the degenerate group that relished in interracial sex, was thrusting into a petite white girl with medium breasts who lay on her back. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with the force of the thrusts and her reddish brown fell around her head. Her face was obscured because Christine squatted over her face, turning away from DeShawn as she sucked the cock of another black man.

Jessica grabbed Malcolm by the arm and started to lead him towards the group. “I think you’re going to love this new girl,” she said excitedly. “She’s a rare talent. And hot as fuck!” Malcolm started to think carefully, scanning his recollection of all the pretty white girls who had come to the parties for the past few months to watch, but not participate. None of them had this new slut’s hair color or build.

As Jessica and Malcolm approached, Christine let out a shriek and let the cock she had been bobbing her head up and down on pop out of her mouth. She rolled to her side and onto the ground, gasping for hair. “Damn bitch,” she said out loud. “You really know how to eat pussy!”

Malcolm could see the new girl nod her head in agreement, but she faced away from him and he still couldn’t see her face. Christine looked up at the black man whose cock she had been sucking. “I really need a break. Sorry, hon.” With that, she stood and staggered over to the couch, where she sat with her legs curled up under her body.

The stranger who was laid out on the coffee table swept into action. She turned over and took the man’s cock in her mouth, swallowing it in its entirety. As she did, her hair fell over her face, obscuring it like a curtain, and Malcolm still had no idea what she looked like from the neck up. Jessica had said she was a new girl, but she bobbed her head up and down the cock enthusiastically, taking its entire length with gusto, stroking the shaft as her head moved back and playing with the balls when it was wholly engulfed in her mouth.

DeShawn was undeterred by the change in position. He lined his massive cock up to the new girl’s exposed snatch and plunged all the way into her with a single, forceful stroke. He gripped her by her hips and began to pound in and out mercilessly. For her part, the supposed black cock rookie thrust her hips and forth to match DeShawn’s motions, grinding her pussy against the gargantuan organ and continuing to deliver what looked like a world-class blowjob with aplomb. Malcolm had seen seasoned black cock sluts struggle to take Deshawn. Whoever this girl was, she was taking him like a pro!

Jessica saw how impressed Malcolm was. “Would you believe that before tonight she’d never sucked a dick? She’s a natural born slut. She didn’t know it until a few hours ago. But I don’t think there’s any question about it now!”

As Malcolm grew closer, he admired the mysterious slut. She was completely naked, covered only by a layer of sweat and streaks of semen which established the eagerness with which she had embraced the evening’s festivities. Although fit, she didn’t have the hard build of a gym rat, giving her body a soft femininity. She was short, but had delightful curves. Her bare ass was perky and cute, and her breasts, although not huge, looked sizable on her petite frame. They swayed delightfully in concert with the fucking she was receiving from both ends. Malcolm’s cock rose as he watched her perform. If Jessica sang her praises, he knew she had to be quite beautiful. But even without having seen her face, he found her sexy as hell.

Jessica stopped when the pair were only a few feet away from the threesome. A few seconds later, the black man in front of Jessica let loose with a roar. Malcolm could see that the girl was swallowing what he assumed was a river of cum being let loose by the man, who had been worked by Christine before this other girl got to work. Her hair, which was a mess, fell over her face, and continued to veil her full looks.

His suspicions were confirmed when the man stepped back, popping his cock out of the girl’s mouth and spraying cum from his still spurting cock onto her face. A final series of spurts landed in her hair and on her back. The stud took a few steps back and fell back onto the couch next to Christine. The unknown slut’s hair, which was a mess, fell over her face, and continued to veil her identity. Christine, apparently rejuvenated from her rest, began to rub the man’s cock and, once it was sufficiently erect, leaned over and popped it into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Malcolm felt the urge to sample this new girl, whoever she was. He strode forward and stuck his own rigid cock in front of her face. Without a word, without a pause, and without looking up she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. She went to work with the same dedication she had shown her prior patron. Malcolm groaned as he realized that this girl, whoever she was, wasn’t all show. Jessica had told him this was her first night sucking a cock; if that were true, she was some kind of whorish prodigy!

Malcolm leaned forward and brushed the young woman’s hair to the side. A pair of emerald green eyes looked up at him adoringly, clouded with lust. Malcolm thought they looked oddly familiar, but he was enjoying the slut’s blowjob too much to piece his thoughts together. Abruptly, however, the haze lifted from her eyes, and they bulged out in shock, wide as saucers.

The slut opened her mouth in surprise, causing Malcom’s cock to plop out. She jumped up up from her bent over position, and DeShawn’s cock slipped out of her snatch with an audible pop. He shrugged, and sat back on the couch behind him.

“MALCOLM!!??” she squealed out in confusion and surprise.

“HANNAH!!??” Malcolm responded, his voice almost as high as hers.

She blinked and took a few deep breaths, trying to settle herself. She took a sitting position on the coffee table, facing Malcolm and looking at him with a thoughtful look in her eyes, like she was carefully assessing situation and trying to formulate her next few words. She didn’t seem to feel any embarrassment to be sitting before him, nude and in the midst of an orgy, seconds removed from being rammed by a fancifully large cock. She didn’t seem to feel any regret from having just taken his cock in her mouth. She just seemed startled to see a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment, but her breath was slowing as she calmed herself.

For his part, Malcolm looked down at the young woman who had become, in the past few months a dear friend. The Hannah he knew would have been mortified to wore a shirt which exposed her shoulders or a skirt which fell above her knees. She blushed when people used a swear stronger than “damn” in front of her. Now, she sat before him, looking at him calmly but quizzically with those bright, intelligent green eyes he was used to looking at over a board game table. Now, she was covered in cum, fully nude. She leaned back a little, her arms slightly behind her and supported by her palms, which lay flat on the table. Her legs were spread nonchalantly, exposing her obviously well-used pussy.

For her part, once Hannah had gotten over the initial surprise of realizing she was sucking on the cock of someone she knew quite well from quite a different context, she began to realize the situation wasn’t so strange. Jess had repeatedly praised Malcolm’s skill as a lover, had told her that she frequently fucked him and Lucas together, and seemed to shower the otherwise awkward dork with affection. It made sense that he was a participant in these parties.

Malcom’s thoughts also began to settle. The girl before him was Hannah, a few hours ago a kind, intelligent, funny girl who he could geek out with over their shared dorky hobbies. A few hours ago, Hannah was a beloved friend, but also timid, seemingly frightened of her own shadow when she wasn’t in the classroom or pursuing some academic interest, and to be frank, a bit of a judgmental prude. The naked, cum-covered, cock-crazed sex fiend before him was still the kind, intelligent funny girl he had gotten to know. She was still the dear friend with whom he shared many hobbires. But now, she seemed relaxed, confident, and fully immersed in a world of debauchery. And while Malcolm had always known she was pretty, he now realized she was beautiful, and sexy. He really shouldn’t have been surprised. Sarah had also been a quiet, shy, sheltered girl until Jessica took her under wing, and she was now one of his favorite sluts. Sarah’s transformation however, had been far slower than this…

“You know this slut, Malcolm?” DeShawn laughed behind her. For a brief second, Malcolm felt like he should chastise DeShawn for calling his nerdy, younger friend such a crude name. But as he looked down at her, he knew that it was undeniably so. And he knew that the creature that looked up at him unashamedly probably took pride in being called a slut, like so many of his other friends.

As in affirmation that the name was a compliment, Hannah smiled and looked back at DeShawn. “We’re in a board game group together!” She said cheerfully. “Do you play!? We’re always looking for new members!”

DeShawn chucked at that. “Can’t say I do. Seems boring. But you’re a fun chick—if you’re there, I’ll join in!”

“Great!” Hannah responded, with genuine excitement. For a moment, it seemed like she had forgotten that he had just been fucking her brains out. “Ummm…” She glanced over her nude body. “I don’t have anything to take your contact information down with! I’ll have to get your number from Jess…”

“Sure thing sweetie,” DeShawn smiled.

Hannah then turned to Malcolm. She stood up. The corners of her mouth curled up in a wry, uneven smile, and her eyes lit up with humor.

“So Malcolm….” She started to say. “I’ve picked up some new hobbies tonight. Jessica and her friends have expanded my horizons, stretched my boundaries. And, um, other things.” With that, she giggled and glanced down at her crotch. Her pussy lips flared out and gooey, white and clear liquid oozed forth from the stretched opening, coating her inner thighs and matting down her small, but distinct, bush.

“I’ve actually heard all about you from Jess.” She went on. As she spoke, she walked backwards, until she stood directly in front of DeShawn. She licked her lips, still holding eye contact with Malcolm, and reached out behind her to grab DeShawn’s upright monster. “I think the Venn Diagram of our shared interests got a lot bigger tonight.” She giggled at that, slowly descending closer and closer to DeShawn’s cock as she spoke.

Soon, she was almost seated on him, and when his cock brushed against her groin she looked down to check the angle of her descent. She furrowed her brow for a moment, then readjusted his cock and her body so it was aligned with her asshole! She glanced back up at Malcolm, and staring at him, lowered herself down so the head of DeShawn’s penetrated her asshole!

“Ooof.” She grunted. Her breathing grew shallow, and she scowled with concentration. She continued to hold DeShawn’s cock with one hand, and brought the other to her snatch, which was now dripping heavily—likely with a combination of her own excitement and other men’s cum. She continued to slide down his organ, sticking to fingers in her slit and rubbing her thumb over her clitoris. The pace of her breathing grew quicker and more shallow, and her mirthful smile transformed into a determined snarl. Before long though, she was seated in DeShawn’s lap, his 14 inch cock lodged all the way up her ass.

For a while, she stared down between her heaving breasts, as if in awe that she worked the monster all the way up into her tightest orifice. Before long, she looked back up at Malcolm. Her smile returned along with the playful, confident brightness that shone in her eyes before she began the struggle to lodge the monster cock all the way up her ass. Her breathing, however, remained shallow. She began to speak, and despite her confident expression, she struggled to get her words, speaking at a staccato pace as she acclimated to DeShawn’s intense but welcome anal invasion. “Well Malcom. I think its time for you to fuck me!”

With that, she grabbed her legs under her knees and pulled them up, so her ankles rested near her head and her throbbing slit was fully exposed to Malcolm.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He rushed forward and sank his aching rod into her dripping snatch, and began to pound into her like a jackhammer. DeShawn joined in, and Hannah got in the act as well, grinding against the more than two feet of cock that now filled her body as they worked into a steady, cooperative rhythm. DeShawn and Malcolm didn’t have much in common aside from a love of white (and Asian, and Hispanic, and Indian…and really any…) sluts, but they knew how to work together to bring Hannah into a state of pure, mindless bliss.

Hannah wrapped her legs around Malcolm’s waist and her arms around his neck, pulling him onto her and into a deep, open mouth kiss. He looked into her brilliant green eyes and saw they were clouded over with lust and pleasure. They stared deeply at him, but he wasn’t sure Hannah knew where she was, who she was with, or even what her own name was. Malcolm marveled at how tightly Hannah’s cunt gripped her pussy despite just having been stretched open by DeShawn and who knew how many other men tonight. But then, Malcolm himself had an impressively sized tool, and enough experience to know that the pussy was a remarkably resilient thing. Some of the most voracious size queens he knew had some of the most delightfully tight slits. Malcolm suspected that Hannah would soon join these proud ranks, if she hadn’t already.

Hannah knew exactly where she was and what she was doing. Her world right now was black cock, and that was all she wanted it to be. What little rational, coherent part of her mind remained realized that getting fucked by Malcolm wasn’t quite the same as getting fucked by all the other men she’d been with tonight—a number she wasn’t entirely sure of. She knew Malcolm well, and as more than just a thrusting cock stretching out her holes and causing orgasms to tear through her body. Having sex with men and women she’d just met was thrilling and exciting. Getting fucked by Malcolm was too, but it was more familiar, more comfortable. She couldn’t say she liked one experience more than the other; they were both joyful, but different types of joy. And besides, she’d rather liked many of the people she had met and fucked tonight. She knew she’d continue to fuck them; she hoped that with at least some of them, they’d become friends outside of primal, no holds barred sex.

As much as Hannah enjoyed the familiarity and comfort of fucking a friend, she was under no illusions that this was a romantic experience. For one, her ass was getting ruthlessly pounded by someone she’d just met an hour ago. For another, her experience with Malcolm wasn’t tender, soft-lens lovemaking. It was raw, unbridled, power fucking. Malcolm was a good friend, and a fantastic fuck buddy, but Hannah couldn’t really imagine him as a boyfriend. Still, the man knew how to fuck! Hannah’s eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a guttural moan as she climaxed. Neither Malcolm or DeShawn were close to finishing, and they continued to pound into her through her shuddering, profanity-laden orgasm. Malcolm thought to himself that Hannah probably wouldn’t shoot him such a dirty look the next time he used more colorful language to express himself after drawing a bad card or getting a bad die roll at one their game nights.

Jessica, meanwhile, had been watching the scene unfold happily on the arm of the sofa where Christine and her partner were now fucking, Christine sitting in the studs lap and watching the threesome as she took a cock up her pussy and rubbed her breasts and clit. Jessica had also been masturbating, her arousal driven not only by the pornographic scene playing out in front of her, but with her happiness at seeing Hannah fully give in to her inner slut, and watching two of her best friends fuck the daylights out of each other.

She had her own, small orgasm at the same time that Hannah had collapsed into a whimpering, shuddering, swearing fuck beast as she experienced a far more intense orgasm of her own. As she came down, she caught her breath and saw the threesome continued. “I really should record this…” she thought to herself, and remembered the phone she had left charging in the bathroom. She reluctantly tore herself away from the lustful scene, and trotted over to the other side of the house to collect it.

***

Meanwhile, thousands of miles and an ocean away, Sarah Cohen sat in the living room of the suite she shared with Eve and sighed with exhaustion as she clicked save on the most recent draft of her paper. She sighed ruefully as she looked down at the time in the corner of her screen and told herself she needed to get bed. Eve had invited her to a gangbang with a group of six new bulls they had met while visiting an art gallery earlier that week, but Sarah had gotten into a writing streak and didn’t want to lose the opportunity to get her thoughts on paper. As much as she adored black cock, school came first! She felt bad about missing the gangbang—not because she didn’t think Eve, a truly dedicated and truly filthy slut, couldn’t handle herself. In fact, she fully suspected that Eve had convinced some other girls in their group to join in the fun. The two had had already converted at least three other girls into their lifestyle, and Eve had recently announced her intention to bring a cute, short but buxom blonde from Alabama into the fold. No, Sarah’s regret wasn’t from concern for Eve, but disappointment that she was missing out on new cocks and fear that she wouldn’t get to see some new sluts broken in.

Sarah stretched as she stood to walk to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She didn’t really need to change, as she wore only a tiny white thong and white, thin, tank top which cut off just below her breasts, giving any spectators a generous view of underboob with the slightest stretch or movement on Sarah’s part.

After she finished in the restroom, she turned to her laptop one last time to make sure she hadn’t missed any important emails while in her frenzy of scholarly writing. She arched her eyebrow when she saw a recent e-mail from Jessica with a video attachment. She did some quick calculations in her head, and figured that it was mid-evening when the video had been sent. Given the source of the video, she figured it had to be something worth watching

She opened the video and was unsurprised to see a black cock come into focus. It was rubbing across a pale white belly, and when it moved to the side, Sarah saw that it had been obscuring a tight, unspoiled pink slit. She knew very well what a well-fucked cunt looked like, and whoever was in the video hadn’t been fucked yet that evening. A tiny, feminine white hand came into the frame, trembling slightly. It tentatively reached for the cock, struggling to fit its entire girth in its dainty grip. Sarah’s grin grew wider. She was an astute girl, and even from the limited shot could tell that this young woman felt a combination of fear and excitement. That, and the relatively pristine state of her pussy, told Sarah that this was the recording of some lucky girl’s first time being blacked! Sarah shoved a hand under her panties and began to play with her own pussy.

Another woman’s hand entered the frame and gently took the novice’s hand in its own. “Don’t worry sweetie,” Jessica’s voice said softly. “I got you good and ready. This is a wonderful moment, one of the best moments of any woman’s life.”

Sarah smiled fondly as she recalled her own first steps on the path to becoming a black cock slut. She knew exactly what Jess had done to prepare this girl for her first monster cock.

The other girl’s hand seemed to slow its trembling at Jess’ touch and her words. Whoever this was had learned to place her trust in Jess. Wisely so, Sarah thought. Jess was a depraved whore. She was also a kind, thoughtful person who wouldn’t place anyone in this situation unless she knew they wanted it, and one of the best people to help introduce another woman to the wonderful world of interracial lust and unfettered sluttiness.

The camera worked its way up the other girls body. It paused for a moment when it reached her breasts, which were heaving as the girl breathed heavily and her heart undoubtedly raced.

The camera resumed its journey up her body, and as it did, another familiar voice, this time from behind the camera, began to speak.

“Tell us what’s about to happen, honey. Tell us what you’re about to do.” Sarah smiled with fondness as she heard Chloe speak. But she also felt a little sadness. She was having a great time in Europe, but she missed her fellow sluts, the ones who had broken her in and turned her. And even if they didn’t share a love for black cock, and if she weren’t so skilled at eating Sarah’s cunt, Chloe would have been one of her best friends based on their mutual love of learning and shared academic ambitions.

Just before the camera reached the girl’s face, another familiar voice spoke. This time, the familiarity of the voice shocked Sarah, and she almost fell out of her chair.

“I’m about to get fucked,” Hannah said, her voice shaky but excited, nervous but happy. Her face came fully into frame. She stared into the camera, eyes shining with a fierce intensity as she tried to maintain calm and tried to speak articulately. “I’m about to take my first black cock—my first real cock—in my little white pussy. I’m about to become a black man’s whore! No—many black men’s whore!”

With that, Hannah’s face contorted with pleasure and she let out an animalistic groan. Sarah knew what was happening out of shot, and her body shook with its own powerful orgasm. A tear of joy ran down her face as she came. She knew it! Her friends back at school had telling her for weeks they’d been trying to turn Hannah, and all of them expressed their fear that Hannah was too stubborn, too scared, too prudish to fall before black cock. But Sarah knew Hannah best, and knew that wasn’t the case. She slammed the pause button, wanting to watch the full video of Hannah’s defilement when she wasn’t so ready to pass out. Hannah’s face, twisted into a joyful grimace, froze on the screen.

More practical thoughts came to Sarah’s mind as her initial elation began to fade. She’d have to change after all, she realized, looking down at her panties, which were now thoroughly soaked through. She had no interest in sleeping in a puddle of her own juices, especially since she hadn’t actually gotten fucked that night.

Her thoughts, carnal and practical alike, were interrupted when the door to her suite began to open. Eve staggered in, looking even more tired than Sarah felt. Her clothes were askew and torn in parts, her hair was a tangled mess, and her make up smudged her face. Sarah smiled as she recognized the trademark appearance of a well-fucked slut.

“Good night, tonight?” she asked the darker girl dryly.

“Oh, yes” Eve gushed. “Those men we met really are bulls. All hung, and all know how to fuck. And remember that cute pair of missionaries from the States we met a couple days ago? Well, they’re still missionaries, but I gave them something entirely new to worship! I’m so glad their church decided to move into the twenty-first century and let women go abroad!”

Sarah giggled in response. “I didn’t even you know you had them in your sights! Good work! I’m sorry I missed out.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Eve replied. “I’m sure all involved will want to partake again soon.” She let out her own giggle, which stopped when she noticed Sarah’s screen.

“Is that your sister!?!?” She asked, startled.

Sarah just nodded and smiled happily.

“She’s sexy Sarah….I think we’re going to have a lot of fun when I come visit. And I think we both have a lot to talk about…but in the morning, I’m exhausted.”

“Agreed!” Sarah nodded her head, more wearily this time.

The two stood and kissed, not quite lustfully but not quite platonically—just fondly—before heading off for their separate bedrooms. Both drifted off to sleep wearing nothing more than wide smiles.

***

Jess opened the door to the bathroom where she had left her phone charging, and saw it resting undisturbed on the sink where she had left it. She had somewhat expected some lustful couple—or bigger group—to have burst into the room and knocked it to the ground in a lust-filled frenzy. “This is why I use covers!” She thought to herself. “And besides…they’re pretty.”

She picked up the now revived phone and woke it up from sleep mode, ready to start snapping photos and recording videos. Before she could open her camera, though, she saw that her screen was flooded with a flood of notifications. More than a dozen missed calls and text messages had come from Charlotte since she had left her phone.

“Are you with Hannah? Hannah’s not answering her phone! Where’s Hannah? Where are you? Is Hannah okay!!?? What’s happening!” The text messages grew increasingly frantic. Jess figured there was no point in listening to one of the many voicemails which had been left, as they undoubtedly covered the same topics.

She rolled her eyes at the conservative prude, and was prepared to send a brusque assurance that Hannah was fine. As she began to type the text message, a mischievous smile flashed across her face as a fun idea popped into her head.

“If this mother hen wants to talk to Hannah, she can talk to Hannah.” She thought to herself. She deleted the nascent text message and called Charlotte instead. Charlotte immediately picked up, as if she’d been staring at her phone.

“Hey Charlotte!” Jessica greeted the Southerner, cheerfully but nonchalanty. “I saw you called. What’s up?”

“WHATS UP?” Charlotte spat back indignantly. “Do you know what time it is? I haven’t heard at all from you or Hannah!

Hannah silently chuckled to herself at Charlotte’s shock over the time. It wasn’t even midnight yet!

“I didn’t know you gave your adult, college roommate a curfew!” Jess giggled. “Hannah and I are still at the party. Hannah’s fine, more than fine! Malcolm’s here, and she’s made a bunch of new friends! She’s having a great time! Our little wallflower is really coming out of her shell!”

Charlotte sighed suspiciously. “It’s not like Hannah to stay out this late. She usually answers my text messages and calls too, but I haven’t heard back from her.”

“Oh…ummm….maybe her phone battery died?” Jessica improvised.

“Really?” Charlotte asked, continuing her sharp interrogation. “That’s not like Hannah either. You know how she is. She always makes sure her phone is as charged as possible before she leaves the dorms.”

“Listen, Charlotte, what do you think I’m going to do her? Hannah’s great. Do you want to talk to her?”

“YES!” an exasperated Charlotte spat out, almost shouting.

“Let me go grab her! She um…talking…to a few people right now.” It took all of Jessica’s willpower not to burst out laughing at the statement. She supposed that screaming out a tirade of incoherent vulgarities while getting her brains fucked out by more than two feet of black of cock was talking. She told no lies!

Jess placed the phone on mute before leaving the restroom to return to Hannah and the fuck fest. She didn’t want Charlotte to be tipped off to what precisely was going on.

She strolled back across the room, passing various groups partaking in various combinations of sex acts before reaching Hannah. She was a little disappointed to see the double penetration had stopped, but also figured that it would allow her to carry out her plans more easily. She’d need some degree of focus and cooperation from Hannah.

Christine was now kneeling in front of the still unknown black man who had been a bit player in Hannah’s most recent sexual escapades, devotedly sucking his cock. DeShawn meanwhile, plowed into her pussy from behind. Christine’s moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Hannah had returned to the coffee table, where she knelt on all fours as Malcolm continued to fuck her from behind. She squealed, panted and cursed like the fuck-slut she was, unhindered by any obstruction to her ability to speak or make noise.

Jess looked about the room. The group was far enough away from any others that their sex sounds would likely be too distant for Charlotte to figure anything out, if she could hear them at all. Christine was fully occupied, and therefore unlikely to be the source of any inopportune outbursts.

Hannah though…this would be a test for Hannah. Either she’d maintain her composure under the full power of being fucked by black cock, and play along with Jess’s game, or she’d be unable to control herself and reveal her new outlook to Charlotte that night. Jess smiled to herself, as saw either outcome as a win.

Jess walked over to Hannah and kneeled, so she was eye level with the bucking whore.

“Hannah, sweetie.” She started. Hannah didn’t respond, other than to continue her moaning and thrusting. Jessica gently stroked the side of her cheek and moved some strands of hair that had fallen in her eyes.

This got Hannah’s attention, at least. She didn’t stop or even slow the pace of her fucking, but she acknowledged Jessica through eyes hooded with lust.

“Hannah, sweetie.” Jess repeated, smiling gently as she looked straight into Hannah’s eyes. “Charlotte’s on the phone for you.” She then held up the phone in front of Hannah’s face. Hannah’s eyes widened with surprise, and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds of lust she couldn’t quite yet bring to a stop. A look of concern came across her face as she stared at the smiling profile picture of her blue-eyed, raven haired roommate’s displayed on Hannah’s phone.

“Don’t worry, Hannah you’re on mute!” Jess soothed her. “But well…Charlotte wants to make sure you’re okay. And I thought it would be nice of you to explain that you’re doing great..but I mean, it’s up to you how much detail you want to share her with her.”

A glint of mischief sparked in Hannah’s eyes as she realized Jessica’s game. She took a few moments to catch her breath before twisting her head to turn to Malcolm as she remained on all fours.

“Malcolm, honey.” She began. “PLEASE keep fucking me. But I need to calm down my neurotic roommate, so slow down a bit, okay?”

Malcolm nodded and slowed his thrusts, while still plunging the full length of his cock in and out of Hannah’s sheath. Now, he was more of a metronome than a jackhammer. Hannah still panted and struggled to keep from moaning under these slower exertions. Hannah and Jessica locked eyes and smiled at each other, in an unspoken agreement that this challenge would only add to the fun of the imminent conversation. Hannah nodded silently, and Jess unmuted the phone and placed it on speaker, so the group could hear Charlotte’s side of the conversation.

“Heyyy…Charlotte.” Hannah stretched out the first word and a small but awkward pause punctuated her greeting, as she tried to maintain an ordinary cadence while being fucked. “Jess said you wanted to talk to me?”

“HANNAH!” Charlotte called out frantically. “Do you know what time it is? Where are you? Where have you been? ARE YOU OKAY!?!?!?”

Hannah mirrored Jess’s earlier expression in the bathroom and rolled her eyes as she twirled around her finger around her ear in a gesture that indicated she thought Charlotte was acting crazily.

She gulped and took a deep breath before she began speaking again, as if preparing for a great effort. “I’m good…so good…soooo soooo good.” Her words were labored as she panted. She shook her head and tried to refocus herself. “Met so many new people. Good….good people….feels good…feels good to meet good people.” She silently mouthed an elongated form of the word “fuck” after struggling to get sentence out and gently pounded a fist on the table, as if trying to release her expressions of pleasure through striking the table rather than screaming out.

There was silence from the other end of the phone line for a few moments, as Charlotte tried to process Hannah’s strained statements. “When are you coming home tonight?”

“Cumming…cum…cumming…cumming home! Yes I’d love to cum…come home! But…I’ll come home later….I need to cum here…”

“That doesn’t make any sense…you’re already there…why are you going to come there? I asked if you’re coming here?” Charlotte

“Oh sorry….yes…I came here…I definitely came here.” Hannah giggled before regaining her composure. “I’ll come home THERE later….much later…have to finish cumming here.”

“Oh my gosh Hannah, why are you so out of breath? Why does nothing you say make sense?” Charlotte’s tone became more frantic. “Are you on drugs!!?!?!?”

Despite the fact Charlotte couldn’t see her, Hannah shook her head in vigorous opposition to the idea. In truth, her opposition to the prospect of drug use was sincere. She didn’t want to fry her brains—and besides—she doubted any drug could compete with the pleasure of black cock. Perhaps, though, the occasional puff of a joint or drink would complement her new lifestyle…

She snapped back to the conversation when she heard Charlotte began to frantically call out her name again. “Hannah? Hannah? Are you there??”

“No drugs! I’ve been…dancing?” The last part came out as more of a question than a statement, but Charlotte didn’t seem to notice. Hannah and Jess exchanged a look of silent laughter, as both realized the irony that Hannah’s claim to have been dancing was the only thing that either slut had said during the conversation that wasn’t entirely true.

Charlotte seemed relax a bit as she let out a friendly laugh. “Dancing!? You? Don’t take this the wrong way, I love you dearly, but you’re not most graceful mover I’ve ever seen.”

Hannah shrugged at the statement, unable to disagree. Although in the past few hours she’d developed a skill for quickly and deftly switching between sexual positions and partners…

There was a pause on the other line and Charlotte again began speaking, her tone again growing concerned and serious.

“Listen, Hannah” she said under her breath, as if whispering. “Dancing is how guys try to feel you up, maybe even have sex with you! Don’t let your body get to close to some guy! Don’t let him put his hands all over you!”

All three people listening in on the conversation nearly bust into laughter at that. Malcolm released Hannah’s waist and clapped both hands over his mouth. Sophie, who was still holding the phone up, brought her hand up to her mouth and bit down on the back of it, trying to stifle a guffaw. Hannah, who was supporting herself on her elbows, let one arm fall and threw her face into the crook of her elbow. All three began to shake with the laughter they held within. When Hannah regained relative control of herself, she began to speak into the phone again. Malcolm’s thrusts had been interrupted by his efforts not to laugh out loud at the absurdity of Charlotte’s statement, and she was able to speak far more articulately now.

“Listen, Charlotte, it’s sweet of you to look out for me. But I’m a big girl! I can look out for myself! I still want to hang out more with Jessica, here at the party! I may spend the night…I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” Before Charlotte could get another word out, she swung her hand out and slammed the disconnect button.

With that, Jessica, Malcolm, and Charlotte collapsed into peals of laughter. Malcolm slid out of Hannah as he sat back on the floor, lost in the humor of the situation. The trio on the couch paused their fucking to look at them quizzically, but only for a moment, and before long, resumed their carnal frolicking.

“I’ve got to admit,” Malcom spoke first. “Charlotte’s a tight ass, but she’s fucking hot…and that accent of hers is pretty sexy. I wouldn’t mind seeing her at one of these!”

Hannah shook her head furiously. “Charlotte is so conservative! She’d never go for this! And she is a tight ass…but she means well.” Despite having made her an object of harmless fun, she felt the need to defend her friend’s honor. She felt something else too. She’d learned to look at other women sexually tonight, and, if she were honest with herself, she had to admit she thought Charlotte was gorgeous. A vision of her religious, conservative roommate, riding naked on an anonymous black cock as her golden cross bounced between her large tits caused Hannah’s pussy begin to slicken with juice and tingle with electricity.

Jess smirked at her. “There’s someone else I can think of who I’d have the same thing about…” she looked down at her phone to check the time…about four hours ago.

Hannah blinked. Had she really been fucking for four hours? How much had her body count grown in four hours? She didn’t know, and she didn’t really care. But she knew she wanted to keep going.

She sat up on the table, before rising to her feet. “Malcolm, it’s been a real pleasure. We’re going to be fucking, lots and lots, from now on. But…there’s still so many more black cocks I want to try!”

Malcolm laughed happily. “Welcome to our world Hannah. I’m glad to have you as a fuck bunny. And I totally understand! Let’s see what everyone else is up to!”

Hannah bit her lip and smiled bashfully but happily at Malcolm calling her his fuck bunny. She then took Malcom’s hand in one of her own, Jessica’s in the other, and led the group back towards the center of the room, where the main orgy continued to rage in full force.



***

On the other side room, Lucas and Anne cried out together as Lucas unleashed another river of cum into deep into Anne’s bowels. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d filled up Anne up his semen in the past several minutes, but he’d unloaded in each of her holes multiple times. He knew that Anne had had a crush on him for some time, and while Jessica would always be his number one slut, he was genuinely fond of Anne and thought the lithe, chestnut haired girl was sexy as hell. He held himself over her body, deflated from the most recent orgasm but not wanting to crush her. She pulled her head up and twisted her head to face him, and two began to make out. Lucas felt a twinge of concern and guilt. He enjoyed fucking Anne and he liked the girl’s company. But he saw her as a friend, and now a fuck buddy, and he was worried that the girl had been holding a flame for him and who was a freshly minted black cock slut would grow attached. Even setting aside his special relationship with Jessica, this wasn’t a group where scenes from romantic comedies came true. He was concerned that despite the pornographic events around them, Anne might get confused and develop some fanciful, unrealistic ideas about their relationship. He didn’t want to hurt her.

Anne broke the kiss and looked at him lustfully. She began to speak, and Lucas braced himself for an awkward declaration of love.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since forever…and it was everything I had hoped and imagined.” Anne began. She then paused to gather her thoughts. “But…we’ve been fucking for almost an hour now…but there are plenty of other bulls and whores here I want to fuck! Let’s get back to the others!”

“Agreed!” Lucas nodded, relief washing him over. Anne was no lovesick puppy-she was a depraved black cock slut!

He stood and bent over to help Anne to her feet. He took her hand in his own, and the two walked back to the center of the room.

As they approached, they came across Malcolm, sitting in an armchair and receiving a sloppy blowjob from Jessica. Anne, still new to this world, felt a bit of trepidation as they approached. Would Jessica be bitter or jealous that she had stolen away Lucas for too long?

Anne’s anxiety diminished as Jess looked up at the pair, smiling and stroking Malcolm’s cock as she greeted them.

“Anne, you’ve been eyeing Lucas here for months! Hope you enjoyed fucking him! He’s a master!” She said it without a hint of reproach.

Lucas leaned over and affectionately kissed Anne on the head. “Anne here’s quite the hellcat. I need a breather!”

Jess pouted a little at that. “We haven’t fucked tonight…” She shrugged. “Get rested, then!” With that, she went back to sucking Malcolm’s cock.

Malcolm smiled up at Lucas. “Hey man. This is a great party. Check it out. Even if you just want to watch, it’s quite a sight” He gestured towards a cluster of black men, milling about a few feet away.

Anne and Lucas exchanged curious glances. Anne glanced over and licked her lips. Whatever was going on, there was a fair amount of idle black cock—black cock she would happily entertain. She tugged on Lucas’s hand, wanting him to join her.

The two walked around the group until they found an angle which gave them a clear view of the action.

Hannah and Terri lay side-by-side, on their backs. A black man was between each of their legs, pounding their pussies. Another pair of black men kneeled at their heads, and the slutty duet sucked their cocks with gusto. Men circled around and squatted around the group, and Anne gasped when she saw that after a few minutes, one of the men fucking or receiving a blow job from the two would tap out, only for another to quickly fill the unused orifice! Neither Hannah or Terri seemed concerned about the specifics of who they were fucking or sucking; they just wanted to be used by black cock!

The duo’s hands moved about in a frenzy, switching between rubbing their breasts, holding the others hand, rubbing their own clits, rubbing the other whore’s clit, and stroking an unattended cock as it came within grasp.

Chloe was kneeling and bent over Terri, sucking on her breasts while another black man fucked her doggy style. Hannah and Terri occasionally interrupted their blowjobs to make out with each other—or in Terri’s case, with Chloe-- or let out lewd declarations of lust and commands for the men to fuck them harder, to treat them like the filthy whores that they were. Sometimes, one of the black men would kneel to Hannah’s side; she would then stop sucking the man directly in front of her and turn her head to give the new arrival a blowjob of his own.

Anne’s mouth gaped at the pornographic sight, and her pussy flooded with arousal. Lucas put his hand to her back and whispered into her ear. “Poor Hannah there isn’t getting all the attention she deserves. She’s got plenty of cock, but Terri’s getting some more tender care to go along with her hard fucking! Why don’t you go help your buddy out?”

Anne nodded eagerly. She swiftly walked to Hannah’s side, gently pushing away some of the giant bulls as she did, and sank to her knees, mirroring Chloe’s position. She extended her neck so her mouth was level with Hannah’s breasts, and took one of them in her mouth, gently licking and sucking the nipple as she did.

Hannah stopped sucking the ebony rod in her mouth, popping out to look to see where the source of the new, more gentle source of pleasure was coming from.

“Oh Anne.” She gasped. “That’s so nice. This is all so good. God. I love being a slut. I love fucking black cocks. I love fucking my fellow sluts. God. What was I thinking before tonight?” Her speech to Anne was interrupted when the man fucking her picked up his pace, and she threw back her head in a joyful howl. In turn, the man whose cock Hannah had been sucking thrust it back into her mouth, and she obediently resumed her blowjob.

For her part, Anne had lifted her mouth off of Hannah’s tits long enough to express her agreement with Anne’s sentiments, but her own soliloquy was cut off before it could even begin when a bull knelt behind and speared her exposed slit, erasing her faculties for speech in a tidal wave of sexual pleasure. Unable to form coherent sentences, Anne resumed feasting on Hannah’s jiggling tits.

This assemblage of fucking went on for longer than any of the participants could count. An assembly line of sorts formed, with men switching out between the slutty quartet’s willing holes, and the whores happily and eagerly taking whatever was thrown at them. Anne delighted as cocks entered either her pussy or asshole interchangeably; she wasn’t sure which she loved more. She decided one form of pleasure wasn’t any better than the other; they were both wonderful in equal, but distinct, ways.

In time, the inevitable happened. Whichever stud was fucking Hannah let out a roar as his cock began to spasm in her miraculously still-tight cunt, unleashing a flood of cum into the receptive hole. He pulled out, causing rivers of cum to shoot across Hannah’s belly and breasts, and to coat the side of Anne’s face and the top of her head. This triggered a chain reaction. The other men enjoying the whore buffet all unleashed their orgasms, filling Anne, Hannah, Terri, and Chloe with semen, and leaving their bodies pasted with layers of sperm.

Exhausted and spent, the fuck formation broke apart. Anne collapsed across Hannah and Terri, laying over their stomachs. Chloe fell to their side, laying on her stomach. Hannah and Terri continued to make out, but with far less vigor than before, the fatigue from the sexual marathon beginning to show.

Of course, there was no shortage of black bulls ready to continue fucking. One of the men who was part of the prior sexual circus act pulled Chloe up. She smiled, ready to go again, as he draped her over back of the couch and began to plow into her from behind. Another man grabbed Anne, propped her next to Chloe, and began fucking her in the same position. As the two girls were fucked side by side, they began to make out with each other. Terri pulled herself up. She positioned herself behind the man fucking Anne and began to tongue his asshole! One hand played with Anne’s vagina as it was split open by the black stud; the other played with the balls of the bull plowing Chloe! As she worked, another black man bent behind and shoved his cock in her cunt! She pulled her mouth off the asshole she had been feasting on long enough to let out a surprised yet delighted gasp, but quickly returned to her anal feast.

Hannah continued to lay on the ground, gently rubbing her pussy and staring up at the ceiling, seemingly oblivious to the continued fuck fest happening a few feet away. She scooped a bit of cum which had accumulated in her navel into two of the fingers in the hand that was not working at her abused cunt and began to suck them, almost unconsciously.

A pair of studs who had been part of the previous group approached her, apparently ready enjoy her body once more. She apparently heard them approach, as she propped her neck up, and, once she realized what they were coming for her, she held up the hand which had been in her mouth and faced her palm outward, gesturing for them to halt, and shook her head. The men shrugged and walked around the corner of the couch where Anne and Chloe were getting fucked, shoving their cocks into their mouths, which hung open with moans of pleasure and declarations of whorish delight.

Lucas had been watching the debauched scene unfold with delight, but he grew concerned at Hannah’s apparent cessation of sluttiness. Did she regret what she had done? Was she having second thoughts about becoming a black cock slut? Had she been hurt somehow in the prior of frenzy of fucking?

Lucas approached her and kneeled next to her. Her breathing was heavy, as if she had just run a race. Some thin wisps of hair fell over her face, and were matted to the skin by the sweat and cum which drenched her face and body. When Lucas first saw her, the little make up she wore had been running in streaks down her face. Now, it had been almost entirely worn off. Although she had just declined a pair of black cocks approaching her at full mast, she still appeared to be in a state of sexual agitation. She continued to rub her pussy with one hand while playing with her breasts with another. Her body subtly shivered, and she emitted little gasps and murmurs, punctuated by the occasional squeak of pleasure when her fingers penetrated her pussy or brushed against what must have a particularly sensitive part of her clitoris.

Lucas gently brushed some of the hair out of her face, studying her with concern. Hannah seemed to break at least partly out of her trance, and looked up at Lucas. The pair hadn’t really interacted since she had been blacked that night, and he expected her to show some embarrassment and laying before him, nude and ravished. Her normally brilliant green eyes were clouded over with obvious fatigue, but they brightened when she saw him. She gave him a wan smile.

“Hey Lucas.” Her tone was casual and friendly, but her voice was hoarse and tired. “I’ve had…quite the evening.”

“I can see that,” Lucas responded casually. “Jess was so excited when she told me that some new girls had joined our fold tonight…I suspected you were one of those girls, but I didn’t know if I could believe it.”

“Oh believe it!” Hannah giggled.

Lucas stroked Hannah’s forehead with one hand and took one of her hands in his other. “Are you feeling okay?”

Hannah sighed contentedly. “I’m feeling wonderful. I think the first time in my life I’m not scared or nervous about something. And if this is what it means to feel well-fucked…I think there’s a lot of fucking to be done in my future!”

She then frowned and a look of sadness broke the blissed out, dazed expression she had been wearing.

“Lucas…I’m exhausted. I really, really want you to fuck me…but I think I’m all fucked out tonight.”

Lucas patted her hand gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before tonight Hannah. I think you’ve earned a rest…”

Hannah sighed with a combination of happiness and exhaustion. “There’s going to be a long line of black cocks in my life from now on. You’re going to get your turn, plenty of times.”

“From what I’ve seen tonight, I’m looking very forward to it.” Lucas smiled down at her.

“God.” Hannah said. “I must look like a wreck.”

“Honestly…” Lucas replied. “You do…but a beautiful, sexy wreck.” She blushed at that.

Hannah turned her head to the side, her gaze falling across the bar where she had started the party. She remembered that a few hours ago, she watched in astonishment as she walked into a scene of unrestrained debauchery, as she saw both friends and strangers engage in what was clearly a familiar routine of no-holds barred fucking. She remembered her strange excitement at meeting someone she knew would be one of her best friends, Anne, at such an unusual setting. She remembered her shock when declared her need to get fucked, and her fear and horror at the at hearing the animalistic sounds erupt from the quiet girl as she transformed into a whore before her eyes. She remembered berating the man for disrespect, the same man who would minutes later be the first stud to introduce her to the joys of black cock. She remembered her desperation to leave, her clumsy efforts to complete simple a task as calling a ride to get her away from this bizarre sex carnival, and then felt a wave of relief that she hadn’t succeeded. She remembered making one of the best decisions of her life, and remembered placing her phone carefully atop the bar.

She had an idea.

“Lucas, can you do me a favor?” she asked calmly. “This is obviously a very special night to me…Jess and Chloe captured the beginning. But…I’d like to remember my first night as a beautiful and sexy wreck. I left my camera over at the bar, and I still feel like I can’t even get up…can you grab it for me?”

“Of course!” Lucas got up and walked to pick it up. As he walked away, Hannah unabashedly admired his naked, muscular ass and the massive cock which swung between his legs. She giggled at the thought of having had such a friendly and casual conversation with a naked man, as she herself lay nude and covered in the aftermath of having fucked countless men and women.

When Lucas returned with the phone, Hannah still lay on the floor, her hands clasped behind her head and her legs splayed out, flat on the floor, a small, relaxed smile on her face and a dreamy look in her eyes. The pose caused her breasts to stick out delightfully and fully exposed her stretched, oozing snatch. Hannah looked up at Lucas and smiled more widely when he returned, seemingly unconcerned about her lewd display.

Lucas held the phone out and snapped a few pictures of Hannah before she shook her head and extended her arm, waving her hand in a “gimme” gesture towards the phone. “I want to take these myself,” she explained. Lucas passed the phone to her.

Hannah played with the phone for a few seconds as she figured out the camera’s selfie features, and held it over her face and body as she tried to figure out the right angles and zoom levels to take a good picture. Hannah had never been one for selfies—she regarded it as a vain and frivolous exercise. But well—a lot had changed tonight. Hannah didn’t imagine she’d ever be the type to post every moment of her life on the internet, but this was a special occasion.

She smiled at the camera as she took close ups of her face, and then held the camera up to get shots of her entire, naked, outstretched form. She hesitated, but only for a second, as she lowed the camera to her groin and took some close-ups of her pussy. She bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow. “I hope those came out okay,” she said to Lucas. “Kind of hard to see. Be a doll and help me out, will you?” He, of course, nodded his agreement.

She passed him the phone and instructed him to lie in front of her, so he could take pictures of her level to the floor. She propped her upper body up on her elbows, and pulled her legs up, so her feet lay flat on the floor and her knees stuck up in the air, giving a clear view of her vagina and asshole. She smiled at the camera and angled her head so that her entire face and body would make it into the frame. Lucas snapped a few photos, and then Hannah reached over and placed two fingers to the side of her pussy, stretching it out so it was more readily exposed. As she did, more cum oozed out, giving an even more vulgar air to the second batch of pictures Lucas took.

Hannah sighed happily and relaxed, spreading out and laying flat on the floor again. “I guess I have some good, new profile pictures now…I just need to figure out where I can use them.”

With that, she tried to pull herself up, but wasn’t able to manage to pull herself to her feet. She’d simply run out of energy, and her limbs were jelly. She looked somewhat embarrassed as she stumbled and scrambled about on the floor, despite her impromptu, exhibitionist photoshoot of a few seconds ago.

“I think I need to go to bed…” she told Lucas, blushing at her lack of stamina.

“Of course. You’ve had a big night.” Lucas said with an understanding tone.

Hannah frowned and wrinkled her nose in thought. “I can call a ride…but I have no idea where my keys are…or my clothes…and I don’t even know if I can make it to the door!” Some of that trademark anxiety seemed to be creeping back.

“Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie.” Lucas said soothingly. “You can stay here, tonight. You didn’t think we’d build a fuck palace without a place for our sluts to stay, did you?” The vulgar statement seemed to clash with Lucas’s earlier, gentle demeanor, but well…Hannah was quickly forming the belief that vulgarity was a kind of virtue. The man had, after all, just taken closeups of her cum-soaked, oozing twat at her direction!

With that, he scooped her up in his arms and began walking her towards the staircase which led to the upper floor of the home. As he did, Hannah surveyed the room. The orgy continued in full force. Hannah sighed, feeling a mixture of disappointment in her sexual stamina and safety and comfort in Lucas’ strong arms. As with Malcolm, this wasn’t a romantic feeling-instead, Hannah felt warm friendship and trust coupled with lust.

As he carried her across the room, Hannah saw that Jessica had now mounted Malcolm, his cock splitting her pussy open as she rode him. She caught sight of Hannah and Lucas and smiled warmly at them, winking as she caught Hannah’s eye.

“Take care of our girl, honey!” she called out to Lucas. “And then get back down here and fuck me!”

Hannah felt a delighted warmth at the scene. She knew that Jess had spent a lot of time with her that night, guiding her down the path of becoming a true whore. She suspected that Jess hadn’t gotten as much cock as she usually did at these events. She smiled, happy that Jessica would get to spend the rest of the night fucking to her heart’s content, and grateful at the world to which Jess had inducted her. Her pussy tingled with excitement at the future adventures she knew she would join Jessica in, as a fully committed and fully fledged slut.

With that, the last of Hannah’s energy gave out, and, before Lucas could even reach the stairs, she slipped into a deep slumber.