Higher Education Ch. 17

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 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 wear 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 hobbies. 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 it's 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.