College Chronicles Ep. 09

Before I could turn to make a get-away, he spun to face me fully, exposing his stiff erection, waving threateningly between his legs, pointed directly at me.

Whenever I had been caught touching myself (there were a few repressed memories), I had been instantly filled with shame, cringing to hide and make any excuse. I couldn't imagine being Jaxx, sitting so blatant and obscene, not a hint of embarrassment. He was behaving as if there was nothing as natural as him being stark naked, stroking his hard cock in the middle of our shared area. Self-possession rolled from him like water off a cliff, and before his resolute presence I was the one intruding.

And his cock was so hard. I swear, it was even bigger than the last time I'd seen it, looming dangerously from his crotch and swaying slightly, as if beckoning me to come closer. What I had first found disgusting, I was coming to recognize— and appreciate. My eyes traveled comfortably from his dangling balls up the thick shaft crossed by veins to the swollen, flared edges of his head. I could imagine its heat in my hand, how it twitched and jumped as a massive unit when I'd pulled on him.

"Hey, close the door."

Jaxx's voice broke my enchantment, and my face flooded with heat, realizing I had been staring, open-mouthed. My eyes darted to the other side of the room to avoid him, and my hands shut the the door behind me independently of my brain, plans to leave forgotten.

Then I realised something strange. Jaxx hadn't called me pussy or insulted me at all. In fact, his tone of voice had been downright civil. With courage of curiosity, I swung my eyes around the room, carefully avoiding looking at his midsection, only to find him waiting. But he wasn't wearing the expected smirk, the look that made me want to punch his smug face. Instead there was still the boyish curl of his lips, a sheepish, guilty smile.

"Sorry... I only keep three types of pill in my stash, but I got them fucking mixed up!"

He apologized, but made no move whatsoever, his cock and balls filling the space between us. His eyes roamed me as he spoke, their hunger searing a path across my skin. I nervously shifted my weight, the movement reminding me of the plug still nestled inside of me.

"W-wh-why—"

"I was going to pop an addy... the little shits are blue, just like my dick pills."

It was a ridiculous explanation, but I was so cowed by his masculine aura and prying, dark eyes that I didn't think to challenge it. I couldn't think about anything but him.

"Stupid, right?" He laughed as he spoke, voice a warm rumble, "Really fucked up this study session."

After a second he prompted me out of tongue-tied silence.

"Stupid, right?"

"Y-yeah... stu..." I nervously trailed off, a little frightened to call him stupid, and there was another moment of silence, lingering awkwardly. Finally when I decided to speak, he interrupted me,

"S-so are you—"

"—You know Sami, I should apologize again."

I was suspicious. What was happening? Who was this person I was talking to? Jaxx, apologizing to me twice in one conversation? He knew he needed to explain:

"I got a little... carried away the other night. I might have gone too hard on you."

I snorted, and before I could stop myself I mumbled a response, "You could say that..." I remembered the ache in my jaw the morning after. He was just so big...

My gaze was drifting down to his waist, and as I realised what I'd said they flew back to his granite eyes. I expected impatience or anger at my insolence, but still found only a gentle humor.

"Yeah... I got carried away. You looked so fucking good, baby." He reached down, casually pumping his cock in a drawn out motion. He said it like it was nothing, but the words rocked me. I couldn't help but loudly voice my first, embarrassing thought.

"Y-you... thought \*I\* looked good?"

I nearly squeaked, and kicked myself internally for sounding so girly and desperate. Jaxx chuckled, answering smoothly,

"Fuck yeah. I said it, didn't I? You're a smoke show now, too."

He had said it, but I'd been in no state to comprehend. Before that I'd thought of his attacks as bullying, intended only for humiliation, the sexual domination a tool in his repertoire. Despite our previous episode, it was obvious that a pussy-plowing, frat-monster mega-chad such as Jaxx wouldn't want anything to do with me. But this was a type of interest I hadn't anticipated. Like a dam bursting, the notion that he lusted after Sami washed over me, quenching a thirst and impossibly igniting the fire smoldering since he showered me with hot sticky cum.

I was quivering at the revelation, fixed by Jaxx's unwavering gaze, inexplicably both feverish and chilled, when he broke the awkward silence again.

"So what about you?"

"Wha... me?..." I was barely capable of speech, overwhelmed.

"Do you think I'm hot?" One eyebrow cocked jauntily as he clarified.

"Jaxx! Oh my... Oh my god..." I was appalled by his directness, still unsettled by his blatant admission of lust.

He couldn't hold it anymore, and the dreadful smirk spread slowly across his face. I hated him so much. He made me so confused, so weak. He chuckled at my nervousness, then prodded me,

"What?"

"B-but I'm... you're... I'm..." Not sure what I was, I trailed off, leaving a question hanging in the air. Jaxx answered it, a simple statement of fact.

"You're a dime, Sami. A fucking ten."

I more than blushed, my whole body going hot at his patronizing confidence. I knew what he was doing, manipulating with compliments, just like Cindy. But I couldn't make myself care. This was the longest conversation we'd ever had without an insult— and I was ashamed to find I \*needed\* it to go on.

"So what about me?" He repeated with at least an affect of true curiosity. Even with the door to my back, I was cornered. It took me a moment, but I mustered the courage to answer.

"Uhm... You... you're—"

Jaxx leaned back slightly in his chair and thrust his pelvis, pendulous balls and long, thick rod bouncing around in the air. I couldn't help but look, and my eyes fell like magnets to his bobbing girth. I was barely thinking as I finished my sentence,

"You're just soo big..."

My gaze rolled across him as I said it, taking in his full majesty. He was bigger than me in every way, dominating the room even reclined in his chair. His presence so obscured my mind I didn't even blush again at my admission of admiration, unaware of what I'd said.

"You know, I hear that a lot."

If I could have torn my eyes from his thick member, I would have seen the smirk widening across his face. Like a coiled spring he launched to his feet, and in two strides closed the distance between us. I flinched, not knowing what to expect, and was actually relieved when his arm wrapped all the way around my shoulders, sweeping me into the room towards the couch. He had a firm grip, but a light touch, his bare muscles hot across the back of my neck.

"I really need to study. I'm going to have to get rid of this to focus. Help me out, yeah?"

He spoke casually, but my heart was racing under the weight of his arm. My vision was locked to his face, hoping he'd read the pleading of my eyes, but I could almost feel his cock swinging rampant in the air before us, just inches away.

"Uhmm... h-help?..."

The low deep chuckle was warm; I felt it reverberate from his chest down my back. The hand on my shoulders fell, trailing along the small of my back, down and under my skirt to caress my thigh and cup one ass cheek. He squeezed and my knees buckled, but I only fell onto the couch I hadn't realized we'd reached. He collapsed heavily into the seat beside me and I shrunk back into the cushion. No longer touching me, his presence was still physical, keeping me in place. He placed both arms behind his head, displaying his rippling biceps as he spoke, and I fought the urge to watch his tool sway.

"Jerk me off." He flashed an impudent smile, reaching down and slowly pulling on his impossible to ignore erection. "I might even let you suck it... if you ask nicely."

I was becoming inured to the casual vulgarity of his demeanor, especially as he was being less cruel than usual. In fact, his persistence, his patience with me, was wearing away all my excuses. The hunger in Jaxx's eyes was the same that I'd felt all day in the eyes of classmates, men in the street, those construction workers. It was intoxicating: deeply wrong and thrilling.

It dawned on me, under that lecherous gaze, that I had something Jaxx wanted. Something he needed, if I believed his story. I had power; the submissive, tantalizing ability to give and receive. If I was smart, maybe we could both get what we wanted.

"Uhm... Maybe I... I could j—... Help you..."

"Maybe?" He knew there was more coming, so he let me take my time. For a moment I thought about slapping the cocky smirk from his face. I remembered Cindy's advice: 'counterpunch,' and it bolstered my resolve.

"Y-yeah... Maybe if you let me... uhh... delete the video... of me and Cindy?" I tried to play it cool, but as usual my delivery came out nervous; embarrassingly up-talky. More begging than making an offer.

"Oh-hoh!" He exclaimed in surprise, impressed nonetheless. "Look at you! Yeah, I think that's fair. If you get me off I'll let you delete anything you want."

I was a little stunned it had been so easy. Jaxx wasn't dismayed by his debt at all, smile wide and expectant as he watched me visibly grind and switch gears.

"R-really?"

"Yeah totally, I've got tons just like it." He chuckled, and I knew he wasn't saying it with false bravado. I felt a pang of jealousy— scarily, I didn't know of whom.

"But you're gonna have to pay up first. I don't trust you not to bail on the deal."

Even as off-balance as I was, I took a little offense at his implication. Who was he to assume I wouldn't honor an agreement? Not that I particularly WANTED to touch his cock... but it was the principle of the thing.

Even as I held my tongue, my expression must have twisted in frustration, and Jaxx took notice with a booming laugh,

"You have a bad poker face. What's the problem?"

"I'm not... I wouldn't... bail."

"Oh yeah? You ran away pretty quick from lecture." A million reasons why that instance didn't count flooded my mind, but my mouth failed to communicate even one.

"Yeah b-because... you... that... that was... different..." I melted before his absolute certainty, and then he was done playing with his food.

"Sure it was. Well prove it. Grab my meat." His smile was wicked as sin, but I didn't see it. He'd also bucked his hips, and his spear was still waving in the air. I was hypnotized, my eyes following the bulging head back and forth, back and forth. As I watched, it seemed to gain momentum, not lose it.

Days before, when I first touched his cock, Jaxx had been mostly watching his homemade porn, watching a screen instead of me. This time, I had his full attention, and I surprised myself by not backing down. I felt a strange calm wash over me in a shiver of anticipation. All of the attention of the day had gone to my head, and Jaxx's interest was the cherry on top. More, I was SO fucking aroused, my little penis stiff in my panties. I had almost forgotten the plug in my rear, so used to the filled sensation, but the feeling and situation had me too aroused for my own good.

So I met his eyes with uncharacteristic courage as I reached out, giving my best fiery look to meet his cold slate gaze. He stared back until my hand wrapped around his turgid, bulging rod, hot with his vigorous blood. Then, to my surprise, he broke eye contact first as he leaned back and let out a deep sigh of relief,

"Oohhh yeah..."

I watched him for a few seconds, but his hand moved, and my attention was drawn back to his groin. One of his strong paws circled my dainty wrist and he pulled me, up and down, up and down. When he let go, my hand kept moving of its own accord, stroking luxuriously.

The outside of my palm would graze the folds of his sack, then drag up the full length of his shaft, pulling lightly, enjoying the tense friction of my fingers sliding along his erect muscle. My fingers barely circled his girth, and on a whim I copied something I'd seen Cindy and Aurora do, rotating my hand while I stroked to make contact with every surface of his magnificent cock. I pulled all the way up his shaft until gently encircling just his head, which fit snugly in the palm of my hand. Then I'd repeat the process in reverse, starting slow but gaining speed as my confidence grew.

When I eventually pulled my eyes from his obelisk, Jaxx's eyes had re-opened and I was his full focus once more. Pleasure was writ plainly in his wide smile, both arms draped on the back of the couch to either side.

"There you go. You're really showing me."

It was bold, but I could tell he was joking, an ironic twinkle in his eyes and no hint of cruelty in his voice. I wasn't even offended by the teasing, actually giggling before I caught myself.

"Oh my god... Jaxx! S... stopp..."

My protest was less than half-hearted, and my hand never stopped moving, up and down along his throbbing dick. After a moment, I brought my other hand to join. I told myself it would help Jaxx cum sooner— I couldn't admit to myself the magnetic pull, the satisfaction that thrilled me with both hands kneading and caressing him.

I sat there for a good ten minutes, fondling and stroking and playing with his heavy rod and dangling testes. Jaxx told me to spit into my hands in the first minute, and I was thankful but a bit embarrassed to find myself nearly drooling this time, able to lubricate him myself. His dick was soon slick with my saliva as well as the slow flow of precum welling from his tip.

Every once in a while I would glance up to see what he was doing, making sure I was still entertaining him. I knew that this was a tenuous peace, still tense at the latent brutality of his corded muscles. It was only my continued effort that was keeping him from turning dangerous. Yet each time I looked, I was met by eyes closed in luxuriating pleasure, or gentle smiles of approval that sent flutters through my stomach.

But my hands alone could only keep him occupied for so long.

When one of his heavy fists fell onto my shoulders I winced automatically, still on edge. But it was an open hand, easily palming my neck, holding me like a cat by its nape as his fingers massaged my skin. At the same time he spoke, and I raised my head to find that glacial gaze awaiting.

"Damn, Sami... You got pretty little hands..." my eyes darted down, china-white with apple red nails, perversely graceful slipping up and down his disgusting dark meat. The juxtaposition with his thick spear really did make them so small. "But I think it's gonna take a little more to get me off..." He continued, smiling slyly as I looked up again; this had been the plan all along. "Why don't you use that pretty little mouth?"

I bit my lip in guilty, conflicted desire.

The rational part of my brain was screaming and furious; 'You're too fucking turned on. Don't you remember when he fucked your face? You can't trust him.'

But my lust, soft and seductive, whispered underneath, tempting me to fall. 'He's not messing with you... It's not like you haven't done it before... Now's your chance to tease him for once...'

"I d-... dunno..." I stammered, stuck

"Come on baby, what do I gotta do? You got me fucked up." He spread his palms in mock surrender, and the sheepish grin clinched it. I was in control, and I was going to take advantage.

I thought.

"Uhm... o-... okay... if... If I get to delete the video first!" My awkward stammering relented as I gained confidence.

He chuckled, deep and good-natured. "That's fair. You haven't bailed..." he cast me a disparaging look as he grabbed his phone from next to him on the couch and waved it in front of me, standing up in the process and also waggling his protruding beast, "...yet. But I want to see your phone too. Where is it?"

"Uhmm... it's... uhh... In my... bag..." Stunned back to trailing stupidity by his veined cock dangling a few inches from my face, I didn't think to ask how that was fair, or what he planned on doing. I simply jumped as he tossed his phone into my lap, struggling to catch as he strode away.

When I'd stopped bobbling, I moved with purpose, navigating into his camera app and gallery.

It contained row upon row of video recordings, and I gasped softly as I began to scroll, flicking through scores, maybe hundreds of videos. The thumbnails were too small to totally make out what happened in each, but the colours were easily recognizable: naked skin against darker backgrounds.

I opened one, and was greeted by the sight of Jaxx's erect phallus laying across half a girl's face; one uncovered, captivating amber eye staring up past the camera. Jaxx bucked his hips, and his cock bounced on her forehead while she opened her mouth and began to suck on his nuts.

I shut the video, flicked down his gallery, and opened another.

A pair of girls, both dark-skinned, were tightly embraced center screen, working their hands between each other's legs. Their unconstrained moans were only interrupted by slurping and smacking of their aggressive kissing. The camera's angle shifted closer, and I could see the shiny glint of Jaxx's cum streaked in their hair, how they swapped mouthfuls as their lips met.

I closed that video too. 'One more,' I assured myself.

Aurora stared into the camera. She was lying on top of Jaxx's legs, and had one slim hand around his cock. She stuck her tongue out and thumped his head on it repeatedly, a droplet of drool falling from the end of her tongue, a thin strand of spit linking her to his cock. With no warning she released her grip and devoured him, using her own hand to force the back of her head down further.

Back. Swipe. Select.

It went on and on like that. Every girl that appeared was physically fit and more beautiful than the last. Each one worshipped his weapon like it was their only chance. These seemed to be his only requirements; otherwise the girls were of all races, heights, and builds. Aurora featured in more than one video, sometimes with costar(s). One video was just a close up of Jaxx's shaft between a large pair of oiled tits. It made me think of Natalie for a moment; her buxom chest and how Jaxx ogled her. I knew she would have been so ashamed to see me.

I was distracted from that thought when Cindy stared up at me from the screen. She was on her knees between his legs, a smaller brunette sandwiched between her and Jaxx's crotch. She tossed her fiery mane behind her head and smirked directly into the camera as she used both hands to force the girl forward onto Jaxx's spear. The brunette's hands flailed on Jaxx's thighs, each of Cindy's pushes accompanied by a groans and gags.

Suddenly Jaxx vaulted over the couch from behind me, landing next to me on the cushions. His naked skin was blazing hot, brushing against my exposed thigh. I nearly dropped his phone again, exited the video of Cindy hastily and swiped back up, figuring I would be the most recent addition.

I wasn't far off. There was only a couple of videos preceding mine, and I burned with curiosity as my thumb hovered over their icons. Who could he have already been with since Cindy and I? But I realised I was already pushing my luck, so I settled for selecting my video and deleting it for once and all.

Then a chill swept over me. What if he had sent the video to someone else? Swinging my head, I found him leering at me, my phone in his hand.

"You ready to trade?" His voice was calm and confident, almost infectious in these qualities, that he was behaving so... normally. It helped me summon the courage to verbalize my fears,