College Chronicles Ep. 14

Magically summoned, Cindy and Aurora leaned in from the sides. Covering, hugging, pinning me down. A hand came in to pull my chin to one side; I didn't know whose, until Cindy's unmistakable emerald bonfires met my eyes, and her determined tongue forced its way in my mouth. Aurora took advantage of my turned head, her voice solitary, but more than equal to the task of fucking with me.

"...Fucking pathetic. You came on one pump you stupid faggot. He's gonna pound the fuck out of you, and when he's done we're going clubbing, and he'll forget all about it..."

Aurora was truly describing my worst nightmare; but it wasn't the hard pounding, or Jaxx being mean, or even him going clubbing with her. What was nightmarish was the idea that he could deliver such an insane, divine, life-changing fucking, and then just go on about his day, forget me. I knew it was possible: I'd seen the rows upon rows of texts, naked and scantily clad selfies, all begging for a good dicking down. I knew that every girl on campus wanted him. Aurora was right, he was totally going to forget me. Fuck with me, then hook up with Aurora and any number of other girls. He would probably go from me straight to a wild orgy, with a plethora of model-worthy girls fighting to deliver his pleasure. How could I ever hope to compare?

Then he began to pull back out of me, and every thought I had, hopeful or dreading, fled my mind.

"Ohh!!"

He moved slowly, but even so his cock's path was devastating, truly feeling like he was rearranging my guts as pulled more and more out of my stuffed asshole. I couldn't help squeezing tight around him, not sure if I was pushing him out or desperately trying to hold him in. Either way, it was a truly bizarre mix of absolute discomfort and strange, forbidden ecstacy; whimpers of confusion mixed with moans of pleasure, and the feelings raging inside me were even more confused. Perhaps sensing my turmoil, Cindy released my mouth and returned to my ear.

"...Oh my god you came sooo quick! Filthy bitch... You're gonna lose your slutty little mind when he gets that stroke going..."

Her hands stroked my chest, wandered down to my crotch and lightly tweaked my little dripping forgotten clit. She knew me perfectly, played me like an instrument... amd I couldn't react, consumed by what Jaxx was doing. His cock was still sliding out of me; I thought it might be endless, until the fat head spread me wide. He left it in, wedging me open, and I couldn't hold in a moan of pure lust, driven to voice my true desires by pure frustration.

"Ufff... Ffffuckk me, daddy!"

He chuckled above me, his laugh rumbling faintly through the parts of his body where he touched me. But he didn't grant my request. Instead he taunted me, mocking my unconstrained desire.

"Be careful what you wish for."

His voice took away my capability for speech. He had such a dominant presence, like an ancient monument--8th wonder of the world. So cruel, but in the most strangely removed, aloof way. I just wanted to prove him wrong, prove I was more than he teased me for. Prove I could matter to him. But I also feared him, and struggled to answer.

"Puh-... Puh-leaseee!"

"Good girl."

There was a singular drag to the quiet encouragement, dripping from his tongue like honey, and just as sweet to my ears. Without further warning he thrust, plunging his meaty weapon into me, a smooth push that forced me forward into the cushions of the couch, stuffed me full, and squeezed a muffled cry out of my mouth.

"OH!"

I must have been an embarrassing sight, my face smushed into the corner between seat and back, my ass high in the air, filled with Jaxx's incredible girth. I was in no position to be self-conscious though, as he reversed; pulled back just as quickly and smoothly until just his fat head was inside me, and I wanted him all desperately.

He gave me that and more, as he started fucking me in earnest. I was taking his cock. He was plowing, pounding away... at me. And it was pure, submissive bliss.

"mff! Aamff! SHIT!"

A curse escaped my lips, barely discernible through the cushions. Cindy was right; his stroke was perfect. He drove into me at an angle, rotating his pelvis in little circles so his thick, long dick stirred me thoroughly, reaching every part. Expertly timed in rhythm, varying ever so slightly once in a while, so as to keep me from being too comfortable, maddeningly teasing even while fucking me.

"Oh FUCK!"

He hit a spot inside I didn't know existed, triggering a sweeping wave of pleasure that welled up from the tip of that expertly wielded cock. It was another orgasm, building in spite of the vague ache at my crotch from cumming so recently. I couldn't help but vocalize, each pump of his cock inventing new levels of rapture.

"Uffshit! Fuck! Oh fuuhgg!!"

I didn't know what I was saying, random sounds being fucked out of me. My mind, self-control... It was all blown away by his insistent intrusion into my asshole. All I could do was hang onto whatever my hands came in contact with for dear life. Breathing deeply was a thing of the past, and I had no control over the noises I was making. I was vaguely aware of the girls' presence, still holding me down and whispering in my ears. But everything they said was eclipsed my own cries of pleasure, and the repetitive, wet sound of slapping. Was he hitting me? Then I realized it was the sound of my own anal fucking; Jaxx's big, fat cock pistoning out of my well-lubed asshole, his heavy balls slapping against my cheeks. I couldn't help but fall into his rhythm, giving answer to each successive slap and quiet grunt that accompanied.

"Oh! Uh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! UH! OH!"

My cries grew higher and more feminine with each repetition, crescendoing in volume as well, as Jaxx gradually increased pace. I knew, somehow, deep inside me, he was fucking me into a girl. I finally understood why they had been saying 'turned-out' to me, in my more than half-addled state. It was a transformative experience, making me weaker and stronger-- more afraid of him, and less. He was making me Sami, and under everything I felt thankful, joyous in his use of me.

He growled above, and the rising wave crested inside me, dangerous foamy water touching the clouds of my horny, drunk, high, fucked, face-fucked, totally-fucked mind. Then I came for a second time, my little clit twitching as it shot a few wet spurts onto my thighs. I twitched and flailed like a madwoman, but there was nowhere to go, held down by my three complicated friends.

"OhmyGAWD! Oh!! JAAAXX!!!"

He fucked me right through my spasms, as Cindy and Aurora pressed in even tighter on both sides. Their aural assault went on in my ears, hot breath and hushed, seductive tones; but I was insensate to everything not him. They could have been actual succubi for all I knew-- horns, wings and all-- and I still would have lay prone, accepting their obscene sentiments into my subconscious. I had never felt so good; physically AND emotionally. I was the center of attention, for Cindy, Aurora, and even Jaxx. If I had forewarned myself of that in highschool, or even a few months earlier, I never would have believed it.

I'd paid a price for the privilege, was still paying, as Jaxx groaned and broke me in and I squirmed around his crazy dick. Though it was sacrifice, that price was turning out divine in itself. The selfless, mindless divinity of submission, giving yourself to someone wholly taken with you in turn. The power of being powerless. God or slave, it was absolute ecstacy.

Eventually, the last traces of tension left my body with weak twitches of my clit, and I fell even further into the embrace of the couch cushions, exhausted by the monumental efforts of receiving his love. But Jaxx was a boundless font of energy, especially when it came to fucking, and he wasn't done with me.

He'd slowed to a stop at some point during my orgasm, buried inside me, filling me like I couldn't believe. Then his hand landed on my neck from behind, heavy and rough. It wrapped around the front of my throat, and he pulled me up, out of the soft, dark warmth of the couch into the bright, cold middle of the room. I gasped, both at the exposure, and his cock grinding even deeper inside me as he leveraged me back.

"Ahh!!"

He pressed forward against me, forcing my back arched, so that I was deeply impaled, and my head was leaned back against his. He brought his other hand around to my pushed-out chest, began casually playing with my nipples and cupping my small breasts as he spoke in my ear, half laughing.

"Goddamn baby... you get so fucking tight when you cum. Do that shit again, you're gonna make me fill that ass up."

I groaned, quiet and low, squeezing unconsciously around him and shivering at the thought of his hot cum inside me. I hadn't even considered that, and the concept hit me like a ton of bricks. Jaxx saw the effect it had, and pushed my buttons.

"You like that, sissy? Want me to breed your little ass? Breed this tight little...fuck!... Pussy... We can call it a pussy..."

I could hear the smirk in his voice, how pleased he was with his own developing idea. His landing on the... affectionate slur he used for me wasn't a coincidence.

"The pussy's little pussy. I like that. Sounds slutty, huh?"

I could only moan in response, and he chuckled, taking it for the agreement it was. It did sound slutty. I sounded slutty, and he rubbed it in.

"Aw yeah baby... This pussy's tight like a glove... You keep squeezing and moaning... FUCK... fucking... bitch in heat..."

In my peripheral vision, I could just make out Cindy and Aurora to each side. But I didn't care about them, was already too far gone, speared on Jaxx's dick, contorted ridiculously and beyond the point of humiliation. Only one thing came to my mind, and I was surprised when I managed to get it out, my voice not sounding like my own; slurred, affected.

"Ohh yesss daddy I love your cock daddyyy..."

I wiggled, happy to be full but impatient to feel him to fuck me again, and he chuckled, low and deep in my ear.

"Fuck! You're a hot little bitch! Goddamn... I'm close baby, you ready? Don't fucking cum 'til I do, hear me?"

Even the thought of cumming again made me cringe. It was too much, too humiliating, too stimulating! But Jaxx was done playing, and drew his cock all the way out of me. I gasped, but there was no time for anything else before he thrust it back inside, and I yelped.

"Yow!"

He was so fucking BIG! Then back, and then thrust, and again, and again-- all the while holding me to him, ass arched out towards him, chest pushed away, my chin in his hands.

"Oh! Ah! Ahn! Ah! Aah!!"

It felt so fucking good. As much as I could take of his cock being stuffed inside me, over and over again. Filling me, dominating me, battering me from the inside out. And he was going to cum. Just the thought of his cock jerking inside my guts, flooding me with his hot, potent seed, triggered the vague rising, building in hiccuping jumps with every deep penetration, poking of my g-spot or prostate or whatever.

"Ahh! Oh!! Ah--mnnhh!!"

I was crying out with each thrust, surprised to be stifled when Jaxx's second hand released my chest and found my open mouth, hooking a few fingers inside my cheek. After my initial freeze at the new intruder, I took his implied advice and began to suck, muffling my cries into grunts and moans soft enough to hear Jaxx still right in my ear, with me the whole way.

"Goood slut... Know what to do with that pretty little mouth..."

"Mnnnhh... Nnnhh--ah! Mmmnhh..."

I groaned around his thick digits, desperately wanting to agree. Yes, I was HIS good slut, wanted to use my pretty little mouth just for him, to suck anything I was blessed enough to receive. I would have told him, if I could, but he didn't need to hear my words to know I was working to please him. And my work was effective.

"Fuuuuckk, this hot little ass... Shit... You're fucking MINE... good little bitch... Gonna... Ugh... Fucking... Uff..."

As he became less coherent, his thrusts went less rhythmic, more frantic; harder and sloppier and frenzied. The slapping of wet skin on wet skin rose again, and my body shook with his efforts, as he introduced me to a new level of pounding. My only movements were reactions to his, made a totally helpless, beautiful doll by his undeniable masculine will. That was hot enough, the unpredictable violence like riding the back of an enraged bull...

But even better was the knowledge that I was doing that to him. It was my fault his breath was so labored and shallow, that his grunts were becoming more animalistic and uncontrolled, that his grip was tightening and his muscles tensing. It was because of me he was losing articulation, that control he held so absolute almost all the time. He was going to cum in me. For me. And with that thought, I felt my own rising surge up a third time, deep from my groin, setting my body alight. I couldn't last much longer.

Luckily, I didn't need to.

The hand at my neck tightened slightly, and its partner in crime slipped down, out of my mouth, trailing my spit across skin until he took a rough handful of an ass cheek. He held me tight at both ends, as he stuffed me with his cock, and with my mouth open, I flooded out sounds in time with his arrhythmic pounding, barely recognizable as words.

"Ohfu-... Oh! Shi-! Unh! OH! Ja-! Uhh! Fug-! Ohmy-! Fuck!!"

My muscles strained, but he supported my pitiful weight with his tree trunk-sized cock deep inside me and his iron hand around my neck. The hand on my ass had a tight hold as well, and was lifting me up and down, using me like a toy. Using my ass to pleasure his cock. He grunted in pleasure, deep and guttural, and I felt the rising sensation in my aching crotch more and more, my whine of discomfort as much as pleasure, a sign of the unstoppable forced pleasure. My ass tightened around Jaxx's cock, and when I felt it kick lightly, I realized what I was in for.

"Ohnoo..."

"Fuckk yea!!"

Jaxx knew it too, his growl in my ear brutal and triumphant.

"Uff... FUCK yes... this ass... fuck... Fuckin' MINE."

Before he was done speaking, his cock stirred harder inside me, and I came on it, my body shaking like its own earthquake. Maybe because it was my third time, but definitely because I was a weak pussy, I was done cumming well before him. I recovered to his grunting, grip at both ends tightening further until I thought he might hurt me. His cock kicked and kicked and kicked inside of me, and his word earlier echoed in my cavernous skull.

'Breed... that pussy'...

He was breeding my pussy, filling me with his essence, immutably marking me as his. I couldn't help but squeeze on him with each waning jump, moaning in a dreadful mix of pain and pleasure. After the first few shots, the sound of our fucking went extra wet and squelching, and I could feel his hot, thick seed seeping down my groin and thighs. I moaned and shivered, realizing I was full of his cock and cum.

"Oh...my...goddd..."

I sounded fully dick-drunk, but was well past the point of self awareness. Really I was only aware of him: his skin against mine, the unyielding fullness of his cock still twitching inside me, his strong fingertips digging into my ass cheek, the scorching breath on my neck. He was slowing, that breath heavy with contentment, and his grips loosened as he let us both fall forward to the couch.

Lying once again in the safety of cushions, I felt wildly comfortable surrounded on all sides; couch below, Jaxx above. He was heavy and immovable, but a weight of strength and protection. I felt truly safe under him, with evidence of his love (or maybe just passion) leaking out of me and down my legs, but unnoticed in the aftermath.

Everything in the world faded out of existence while I lay there under him. No girls, no professors, no family, no society-- just him and me, on our own intimate plane of existence. A hand grabbed my face, making me feel extra small, so easily held in the palm of his hand. He turned my head to give access to my ear, growling in a tense but soft voice, still shaking off cobwebs of his own orgasm.

"Fuck, Sami... Shit! You fuckin'... Hot little slut... You're fucking mine now! Filled that little ass... feel it? You... fuck!... You're MINE."

I could only moan affirmatively, in total agreement. I didn't remember that Jaxx was second person to claim ownership over me and my ass... But that was a problem for another time.

I loved how discomposed he was, how he fumbled for words and resorted to curses when they failed. I did that; me and my tight, slutty ass. I wanted him to never leave. Just stay like that, inside me, on top of me. The two of us in our own world.

But we don't get what we want.

After what felt like a second and eternity, he lifted himself, one hand heavy on my back as he pushed himself off me. Then his softening, but still massive cock slide out of me, and I squeaked in shock. I was more sore than in pain, but my once-tight ass was definitely reshaped by the encounter, and his egress forced to deal with a suddenly much emptier, colder feeling. My sphincter uncontrollably spasmed, searching for his fat cock, but he'd taken it away, and my greedy asshole found only disappointment as instead of being rewarded with more cock, a load of his still steaming cum sloppily leaked from my anus. I moaned in embarrassed pleasure as I felt it drip onto my thigh and trail down my exposed skin.

Realizing I was no longer held, I slipped my legs out from underneath me, groaning as the pain hit me. I was going to be SO sore. I slithered down to the floor, awfully aware of my own nakedness, the sheer obscenity of everything I'd just done hitting me with a truckload of shame. I couldn't help the hiccup that led to a small, quiet sob of overwhelmed confusion.

Then Cindy's warm arms embraced me, and she fell to the floor to be with me. Her voice was quick and warm; soft breaths and soothing tones.

"It's okay Sami. You did SO well. I'm so proud of you. Shh, don't talk baby... Cry if you need to, it's okay..."

I sniffled a little, but managed to contain myself. I couldn't cry in front of Jaxx. Not then. After... that. Cindy continued to comfort me.

"God you're so incredible Sami. How did it feel? Sore? Yeah, but you're okay."

She dismissed my complaints before I voiced them, and she was right. I would be okay.

"I've NEVER seen Jaxx go like that... you drove him crazy. What did he say?"

Sorting through the thoughts and feelings pinging around my brain, I'd almost composed myself to answer when she started pulling me upwards.

"Come on, Jaxx is out, let's get you cleaned up."

Out of where? She pulled me towards the bathroom, which somewhat answered my question. Where was he? I looked around with frantic energy, suddenly needing to see him; but Cindy was closing the bathroom door behind us.

She put me on the toilet, and turned around to give me privacy, gushing with bubbly compliments and cheerful spirit. When I was done, she pulled me into the shower, where she caressed and cleaned me, while whispering more sweet comforts in my ear. It was a quick wash, and when we stepped out I'd barely shivered when she thrust a fluffy towel, then heavy, red and black flannel pajamas into my hands.

I'd only pulled on the bottoms when I heard the front door opening. They were leaving. HE was leaving. And I hadn't had a chance to... Do something. Say something. Say anything to him. My stomach plummeted; it felt wrong, to let him go without something more.

My heart was suddenly racing, and with strange determination I strode across the bathroom away from Cindy, ignoring her questions. I swung the bathroom door open to find Jaxx half across the threshold, Aurora just beyond him, already out in the hall.