College Chronicles Ep. 09

"UGH! Fine! Sam... Go ahead..."

She went along, trying to salvage some measure of control. I was already ready, had been just a few seconds after comprehending. I was doing her a favor; saving her from herself. Better to make it easier, than risk Jaxx's wrath. I leaned in close, marvelling at her fleshy curves, and spat a wad of the saliva that had collected in my mouth while I drooled around his big cock. My aim was off, and the gob landed at her chest; I watched in wonder as it trailed down the curves, some slipping down into the crack of her cleavage, tempting me to dive in after it.

But Jaxx was impatient now, and he gloated as he reached out and hooked Natalie's top, tugging and forcing her to lean forward. Her breasts swelled dangerously, and she had to lean forward into his crotch and catch them in her hands to keep relative dignity. His other hand had grabbed the back of her head, pressing her into him.

"Ohhh yeah that's hot. Push them together. Come on, bounce 'em!"

As she half-heartedly jiggled her chest, mumbling in muted frustration, the plug in my rear end jumped to full speed, and I gasped. Cindy was such a bitch. I was forgotten for a moment, cast aside by the pornographic scene of Jaxx's meaty member bouncing on Natalie's tits, sending her flesh rippling in little waves with each heavy impact. My penis twitched hard, and I gasped again, teetering on edge.

Jaxx, engrossed by his view, ignored me. Natalie however glanced over, and I froze, pierced by the eyes I'd tried so hard to avoid. I'd expected the anger, the accusation in her dark, raging sight. I hadn't expected the flash of guilt, the grimace of shame that came when Jaxx delivered two especially loud thwacks with his dick and groaned, eager to humiliate her further,

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkk yeahhhh. Put me between those fat udders!"

The shame was replaced with impotent rage, and she whipped her head back to Jaxx, leaving me forgotten on the periphery.

"Ugh... You're... this is so fucked up! Are you TRYING to be a dick?"

"Believe me baby," through his trademark smirk, "I don't have to try." He hooked her slim top again and yanked her forward, his other hand grabbing and lifting her tits to drop them down onto his groin. His hard, wet cock was forced itself between her curves.

As his thick cock cleared her breasts and speared upward, it reminded me just how huge he was. My tiny penis would have been lost in her pillows; his was like a comically oversized sausage laid between hot dog buns, nearly tapping her chin. As he loudly grunted his approval, all I could think about was how lucky she was— how little I could compete with her generous gifts.

"Awww yeah these are perfect. Lift 'em up, stroke my cock with those udders!" He was thrusting vigorously, each movement producing a wet slapping sound. Hesitantly, Nat brought her hands up to assist the process, awkwardly gripping the sides of her top, as she shook her head and complained,

"Oh my god do you... Do you have to talk like that?"

"Like what?" He knew exactly what he was doing, but made her say it as he pumped away.

"So... So rude... So vulgar!" Her pauses were punctuated by his grunting and the sloppy sounds of his continued fucking of her chest, and she cringed at each.

"Listen cow, your dirty mouth started all this. Just be glad I don't make you moo for me."

She huffed again, but apparently thought better of any other response. For a few minutes, there was no more talking; just the steady noise of his thick cock thrust between her breasts, soft grunts and sighs of frustration and pleasure. I remained forgotten, on my knees just to their side, and without Jaxx's cock in my mouth there was little to distract me from the buzzing presence in my butt and my diamond-hard erection underneath my clothes. Almost out of my control, one hand slipped between my legs to rub my little bump. I had totally forgotten about Cindy's demand, I was just desperate for relief from the day's many sexual frustrations.

I was so intent on my own relief, I jumped nearly half a foot in the air when Jaxx grunted and basically shouted,

"Aww yeah baby, you want a hot load on your fat tits? Beg for it bitch, beg for it!"

"Ugh fuck you!" Her fire was back; she wouldn't take his shit lying down. "I won't! You're lucky I'm letting you do this!" The protest was a little ironic with the swollen head of his cock projecting lewdly from between her cleavage.

I expected him to be mad, but Jaxx only smiled down at her, one hand rising to suddenly yank her hair as he spoke,

"You're right slut... I could do this for hours. You want me to keep going?" He continued bucking his hips while he spoke, driving home his point with each thrust.

It took a few seconds, but she gave in, reluctantly,

"Ugh... Jaxx... cum on my... tits..."

"That wasn't very convincing! Say please. Make me believe you!"

"Ugh! Jaxx... \*Please\*... Cum on my tits..." Aside from the venemous 'please,' her words sounded almost sweet. I was impressed by her range as an actress, but Jaxx only had more demands.

"Beg nicer! Call me daddy, whore!"

"\*Please\* just fucking cum on my tits, daddy!"

She somehow made the humiliating, submissive words sound like a cry of her own furious power, a testament to power of her immovable will in the face of Jaxx's unstoppable object. He didn't care about that; she'd submitted, and he was done with her.

"Ohhhhh FUCK!"

His fat dick erupted, quivering with enough force to make her tits quake sympathetically. A rope nailed Natalie in the chin, sending her head careening backwards (I assume from surprise, but possibly from sheer velocity). Then spurts and geysers of his hot sticky seed shot up into the air and rained back down on her, landing in her hair, on her forehead and puddling at her eyes. It dripped from her lips, ran down her chin to her neck, pooled in the cleft of her chest and at the edges of her shirt. Heavy gobs dripped onto her jeans and to the hardwood floor beneath her. For once, she was truly speechless, her mouth sealed shut against the deluge of his seed.

I realised how helpless I must have looked in the same situation, sodden and dripping, eyes and mouth closed underneath layers of Jaxx's astonishing virility. Stuck kneeled between his powerful legs, totally at his mercy. The understanding, and image of haughty Natalie disrespected and soiled as I had been just a day earlier, was enough to push my desperate penis over the edge. I grunted softly as I spewed under my panties, frantically rubbing while my orgasm shook my chest and set my toes curling.

Luckily for me, I was still just an audience to the astonishing coupling, and neither Jaxx or Nat noticed my whimpering ejaculation. Instead, Jaxx had pulled his sword from her bosom and now stood over her, hair still gripped in one massive fist, forcing her on the tips of her knees. His other hand grasped his thick hose, and milked a few final sprays of creamy cum onto her chest, before heavily thwacking her on each cheek, smiling gleefully at the abasement. Natalie wasn't as impressed, and she groaned and mumbled, protesting but still trying not to open her mouth for his load.

Then like a flash, he pulled Natalie to her feet, fist never leaving the back of her head. Her tube top had bunched into a strip of fabric, barely covering her nipples, and soaked with bubbled, staining cum. It sat in heavy streaks in her hair, across her face, down her neck and shoulders. It was strewn across her exposed midriff, and had even fallen in heavy splatters onto her distressed, acid-wash jeans. She was an absolute mess, and Jaxx was marching her towards the door.

Nat was aware of the movement, and her hands came up to clear her eyes in haste, sweeping the pooled sperm out of her vision to drip onto her jeans and flow down her arms. She didn't even notice that, as the sight of their destination seemed to finally break her.

"Wha— Wait, Jaxx, where—" She was panicky and high-pitched, a whine instead of her former self-assured firmness. She sounded almost like me when I pleaded for kindness. But Jaxx was ruthless.

"I don't care where you go, but ungrateful little cunts can't stay here!"

"No, but I need t—"

\*SLAM\*

Just like that she was gone. There was a single strong knock, then a few seconds of silence. Then a series of softer knocks and a pleading moan, muted through the door,

"Jaaaaaaaxx!?!"

He took no mind; was already turned around, looking across the room directly at me, smirking with self-satisfaction.

His gaze froze me in place like a startled rabbit. I was totally unprepared to suddenly become his only focus, especially in the wake of his audacious treatment of my best friend. I waited for more sounds, expecting continued knocking, loud shouts as confusion turned to rage.

Instead, I heard nothing.

I could only wonder about Natalie's journey home. Jizz-soaked, humiliated, wearing little more on top than soiled lingerie. Why had she worn so little? It wasn't like her to dress like that.

A vision flashed through my mind's eye; my own cum-sodden flight across campus to her room, whimpering and cringing the whole way. But I'd had actual clothes, and a chance to wipe myself off. And it had been night when I'd made my escape.

Jaxx slowly began to walk across the room, back over towards the couch, where I was still in my knees. His cock, long and erect, swung like a club as he approached.

She would be okay. Hopefully her roommate wasn't back yet.

Jaxx fell onto the couch before me, and I almost automatically crawled forward to my spot between his legs. He chuckled and put one hand on my head, rubbing his fingers into my scalp.

"You liked that, huh?"

I stuttered and stammered for a moment, not expecting any sort of question, before finding a hesitant answer.

"I... uhhh... s-she's my... f-friend th—..."

"Shhhh." Suddenly his other hand was on my cheek, and a powerful thumb rubbed my plump lips, back and forth, before slowly pushing between to rest on my tongue. He stared deep into me, and without thinking I began sucking as I lost myself in his glacier eyes.

"Good girl. Do you want me to treat you like that stupid bitch?"

In horror I shook my head emphatically— with hindsight, it must have looked to him like eagerness. He chuckled again, deep and generous, as he patted me on the cheek with four fingers.

"Smart girl! Now, don't lie to me Sami, I saw you touching yourself like a horny slut while I fucked your friend's big boobs. Did you cum?" He pulled his thumb from my mouth, and began stroking his cock at a lazy pace. It was still totally erect, even immediately after drenching Natalie; maybe he had taken a pill after all. His other hand was still gripping a handful of my hair, and my heart was racing at his attention and being caught out. Would he tell Cindy?

"I... Y-yes..."

"Call me daddy." I knew better by now than to resist his instructions.

"O-okay... Daddy..."

"Did you cum watching me titfuck your cunty friend?"

"Y...yes daddy..."

"Do you want to leave like she did?" My eyes bulged at the possibility. I would have nowhere to go for respite, especially after what just happened.

"No! No daddy!"

"That's not very polite..."

"Please! Please daddy! Please let me stay, daddy!"

He outright guffawed at my girlish pleas, booming and friendly, all while forcing me down, my cheek rubbing against his sticky, wet shaft until my lips were planted against the fleshy weight of his hanging ball sack.

"Suck my nuts, and we'll see."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I licked and lapped and sucked and hummed, pressing myself forward into him, savouring the musk of sweat and cum. His balls still seemed swollen, and they were so heavy and hot as to impress and frighten me. His cock loomed over my head, harder than a steel girder.

There was no way I was getting out of this without taking a load. But knowing that, the sheer certainty, somehow alleviated some of the tension it provoked. It was out of my hands; Jaxx wanted me, so he was going to have me. It did make me part of an attractive (though not exactly exclusive) group. Even Natalie had succumbed to his charms, somehow.

I needed to try to stand out among the droves vying for his attention. Maybe if I did well, he would keep being nice to me. Maybe if I did well enough, he would even be nice to me when his cock wasn't in my hand or mouth.

So I forgot about my disgraced friend, and his open threats. I forgot about the cocky smirk that brought to the surface hot, churning emotions I hoped were still frustration and anger. I forgot everything and dedicated myself to cleaning the traces of shot seed that still clung to his short pubes, popping one sack into my mouth, pulling, then repeating with the other. After a minute or two, I even brought my hands up to caress and stroke his shaft above my face. When he pulled me back by my hair with a sharp tug, I didn't even whine, and when a command rolled out smoothly, I followed without hesitation.

"Hit yourself with it."

I thumped it on my forehead once, twice, three times, shuddering with each heavy impact as my muscles tensed and relaxed. Then I rolled it across my face, off my nose, onto a cheek, back across, inhaling deeply the pure sex that oozed from him. I opened my mouth almost instinctively; against my own will, I \*wanted\* to suck it. As embarrassing as that was for my own ego, I knew I could use it to my advantage.

I barely thought about the words that came from my mouth, disconnected from the person who said them.

"Daddy..." Quietly, but for once with only the barest of hesitation, "Can I... Suck your cock?"

His smile broadened from a smirk to full on grin at my total submission, and he brought both hands to interlace fingers behind his head as he reclined on the couch.

"Go ahead Sami. You've earned it."

I channeled everything I knew about blowjobs; anything I'd watched in porn, imagined done to me, been taught by Cindy, or seen Aurora do. My tongue licked and spun while my lips puckered and sucked. I would force myself as far down as I could go, willing myself to stay, eyes stinging, moaning around his scorching log. I let the resulting drool connect my mouth to his cock, smear down my lips and neck as I took desperate, heaving breaths, not even trying to compose myself before I went back for more. My hands cupped and cradled his balls jealously, like a squirrel polishing nuts.

I told myself it was so he wouldn't get bored and move to more brutal face-fucking I'd experienced before, denying the surges of thrill with every groan he let out at my hands. Either way, he let me continue to drive his stick shift, keeping his hands to himself, aside from the odd, almost gentle brushing off of my hanging hair.

When I felt tensing in the corded muscles to either side of me, I had lost track of time. I could have been sucking him for hours; everything had ceased to exist except for me and him.

"Oh yeahhh... You're gonna get a load. Look at me bitch!"

I did as told, and met his flaring, icy stare with new, uncharacteristic confidence. 'Punch back.' 'Fake it till you make it.' I was hot, and I knew it after being ogled all day by Jaxx and others. I had earned his strange, humiliating, thrilling attention. I wasn't going to let him see the undercurrent of fear and anxiety that still cursed through my brain. Now was a chance to feel that fleeting, intoxicating power of being wanted, \*needed\*.

If Jaxx was surprised by the fight in my eyes, he didn't show it, barking a deep, aggressive grunted directive,

"Swallow! It! All!"

My eyes widened as I felt his iron grip secure on either side of my head, and her lifted him self up off the couch easily, suddenly standing over me, forcing me as far as I could go down his rigid spear, and I couldn't manage to hold back a slight gag, my mouth flexing around his meat. It kicked once, dry, and I immediately saw through closed eyes Natalie's head shooting back with the force of his ejaculation.

Oh fuck.

His cock exploded in my mouth, immediately painting my throat, beginning to fill the back of my mouth. I almost panicked— but caught myself before I tried to breathe, instead swallowing, then focusing on using my nose, leaving my mouth to drain his pipe.

It was a busy job. Even though he'd just so thoroughly covered Nat, he had more than enough to give me. Despite my best efforts a considerable amount spilled out of my mouth, trailed down my chin, fell onto my skirt and top. But I had to swallow it all— I had to impress him. And it wasn't that bad anyway.

After my orgasm, I'd stopped paying attention to my own penis, or the fading movement of my anal passenger. But somehow, Cindy knew telepathically when I was at my weakest. In that moment while I served as receptacle for Jaxx's seed, Cindy sent the plug to a new height, exploding into motion in my butt. I suddenly realised I was hard again, and already at bursting, penis straining painfully in my tight, girly outfit.

Then it rose in my crotch, almost violent, and I spasmed, groaning and moaning as my pathetic nub squirted more wet fluid into my panties.

And still he stood over me, holding me with firm hands, pumping unrelenting streams of jizz directly into me for the first time.

It wouldn't be the last.

When he finally released his hold on me, I fell to the floor underneath him, gasping for air, quaking in the aftershocks of my brain melting second orgasm and cringing at the continued movement of the plug, which buzzed just a little too intensely for my over-stimulated asshole. Jaxx stood over me, looking down with a benevolent smile.

"Thanks for the favor, roomie!"

I'd really never been attracted to men, and had truly meant it when I told Cindy and Jaxx I didn't think I was gay. I'd gone along with Cindy's demands for the sake of staying with her, gone along with Jaxx's to stay... comfortable. In that moment, though, beneath him, something snapped. Or gave way. Or maybe, just kind of slipped, easily, like I'd been waiting without knowing. He nearly glowed in the soft light of the room, naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat. I couldn't help but admire him; his confidence, virility, pure \*swagger\*. It was something inherent, like he was born for a simpler time when men were made by what they could take. And Jaxx took what he wanted. Even now, among the so-called civilized. He was a primordial beast of a man, living anachronism, walking denial of the me-too era.

"Y-you're welcome." It was somehow inadequate for the moment, and I grasped for more words as he stood over me.

"Let me help you out."

For a second, I thought he might help me like Cindy did, take care of me, fawn over me. But as I was yanked to my feet, that strange fantasy dissipated. He clasped my face in both hands, sliding his thumbs down across my forehead, over my cheeks, and into my mouth, pushing the sticky remains that coated me into my mouth. Though I swallowed easily, my twice-drained renewed clarity left me deeply ashamed, and I looked to the floor, avoiding him again.

For a moment he held me there, staring at me. I was trembling like a leaf in his grasp, and though I shied away at first, I could feel his insistent gaze, was eventually drawn to him. For a moment, I saw a flash of something complicated in his eyes.

Then he let go of me, and it was gone; I almost collapsed to the floor in his sudden absence, and he barked a brusque command.

"Clean yourself up, quick, I gotta piss."

Sparked to action, I nearly skipped to the bathroom. You'd think my mind was racing, looking for next steps— but I was abnormally calm. I had a deep, unflinching knowledge that Jaxx wouldn't mess with me anymore, at least for the night.

And I was right. After I'd hurriedly cleaned myself off a little better, he'd gone in the bathroom and pissed with the door wide opening, groaning ridiculously in loud satisfaction. With the bathroom free again I jumped in for longer, to change, wash myself, and remove the plug (Cindy had texted me the all clear, with a long assortment of emojis that showed she knew exactly what Jaxx had planned to do, all along).