The Gurls of Ψ Υ Τ Α Ch. 01

Prologue – The Schemes of an Evil Bitch

It was a nightmare come to life, being confined to the sterile white walls and antiseptic smells of the hospital. Nosocomephobia, an irrational fear of hospitals, gripped me tightly as I lay in that cramped little bed, its pull-up sides making me feel like a caged animal trapped in its cage. Two weeks had passed since I was put there, after being seriously assaulted, and each moment felt like an eternity of dread and discomfort.

The room was suffocatingly small, with barely enough space to stretch my limbs. The incessant beeping of machines and the distant sound of footsteps echoing in the sterile corridors only added to my anxiety. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, studied like a lab rat in a maze, and it sent shivers down my spine.

No one, not my stepfather, my friends, or even my girlfriend had come to see me. Nurse Harper R.N. was the only ray of warmth in this cold, clinical environment. Her gentle motherly smile, and comforting words were like a lifeline in the sea of fear that surrounded me. She would come in each morning with a kind word, or witty remark, her soothing touch, easing the weight of my panic, if only for a moment

But it was during the night that my fears truly consumed me. The darkness outside the window seemed to seep into the room, enveloping me in a cloak of shadows that whispered of unseen terrors. The hushed voices of the night nurses and the distant sounds of pain only served to fuel my paranoia.

Today was the day of my release, the day I finally broke free from the sterile, suffocating walls of the hospital. With heart pounding in anticipation and my crutches supporting me, I bd farewell to Nurse Harper, whose kind smile had been a beacon of hope during my long days of recovery. But as I turned away from her, my determination solidified. I had a mission, a burning question that needed an answer, and nothing was going to stop me.

With a full head of steam, I set off towards Sarah’s dorm room. She was my high school sweetheart, the person I trusted the most, the one person who should have been by my side throughout this ordeal. Yet she hadn’t bothered to visit me, not once. The thought gnawed at me like a persistent ache, and it pushed me forward, driving me towards the confrontation I knew was inevitable.

The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I made my way through the winding paths of the college campus. The crimson leaves rustled under my crutches, a tuneless background to storm brewing in my mind. The dorms loomed ahead, their brick façades standing tall and indifferent. But I wasn’t going to be deterred.

As I reached Sarah’s building, my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread. The memories of our shared past flooded back, the laughter and the whispered promises now tainted with the bitterness of abandonment. I climbed the stairs, ignoring Rae, Sarah’s roommate, who begged me to stop, each step echoing in the silent hallway, until I stood before her door.

Taking a breath, I composed myself, the thumping of my heart threatening to betray my composure. Not bothering to knock, I found her door ajar, a silent invitation that beckoned me inside. Pushing it open, I stepped into the dimly lit room, the air heavy with a heady mix of anticipation and secrecy.

The scene that greeted me was like a surreal snapshot from a forbidden fantasy, one that I had only witnessed in the hidden depths of adult films. Naked limbs intertwined, torsos arching in a mesmerizing dance, and bums moving in a synchronous rhythm. Sarah lay sprawled on her bed, her exposed tits heaving with each heavy breath, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Pinned to her bed, her feet resting on her partner’s shoulders, his face obscured by shadows.

The room was alive with the sound of their bodies colliding, her guttural moans his animalistic grunts, the rustling of sheets a symphony of lust. His hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm, each thrust sending a jolt of desire through the room. They hadn’t noticed my presence yet, lost in the throes of their intimate dance, and I, frozen in place.

Time seemed to stand still as I grappled with the reality unfolding before me. Sarah, with her tousled hair and flushed cheeks, looked ethereal in the soft glow of the beside lamp. Her partner, a mysterious figure in the shadows, exuded a raw, primal energy that drew me in despite my shock.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, details began to emerge from the darkness. The room was a blur of scattered clothes and tangled bodies, the air thick with the scent of lust and desperation. I could feel their heat, their passion radiating off them, enveloping me in a heady haze.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me, shock, betrayal, even arousal. I struggled to make sense of it all, to reconcile the image before me. Both virgins when we first met, the Sarah I thought I knew wanted to wait till marriage. Out of respect I had been content to wait. I for the first time was seeing a side her, a hidden facet of her desire unleashed by someone other than me.

I had entered her room unannounced, drawn by the need of answers to this moment that now held me captive. The air hung heavy with secrecy and betrayal. Rae, who had followed me, her dark gaze bore into my back, a silent echo of her presence following me like a shadow. Her Gasp shattered the trance that had settled over me as I stumble upon a scene that I could never unsee.

With a trembling hand, I reached for my phone, the cool plastic a sharp contrast to the heat that flooded my veins. Opening the camera app, the screen illuminated my face in an eerie blue light as I watched through the lens, a silent observer of their illicit tryst.

Recording the scene felt surreal, like an out of body experience where time ceased to exist, and all that remained was the pulsing beat of my own heart. Placing the phone in the pocket of my shirt, I stood frozen, caught between the desire to flee and the need to confront the betrayal that unfolded before me.

Clearing my throat, I summoned the courage to speak, my words cutting through the tension like a knife through silk. “Well, that I guess answers my question,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of my betrayal heavy on my tongue. My anger, a simmering pot on the brink of boiling over, began to transform into a searing rage that threatened to consume me whole.

“How could you, Sarah?” How could the one I had trusted with my heart, with my secrets, betrayed me in such a callous manner? As her fuckbuddy thrust forward, my interruption caused him to suddenly pull away, his expression twisted in shock and anger. It was then I realized my intervention in my haste to confront Sarah, I had inadvertently ruined his climax in the most embarrassing way possible. His seed spurted across her bedspread, a stark reminder of the chaos I had brought to the room.

Sarah’s Gaze turned icy filled with hate as she redirected her attention towards me, her contempt radiating off her like a tangible force. In that moment, the Sarah I thought I knew dissolved, unveiling a side of her I had never seen before, a woman of evil layers her complexity I had failed to grasp.

“We’re done, Pruitt. I’ve chosen to move on,” Sarah declared defiantly, her words stabbing at my heart with relentless force. “Yeah man and if you don’t fuck off, I’ll kick your arse again maybe this time I get it done right.” The realization that she had opted, replace me with the very person who had caused me harm, sent a sharp pang of betrayal through my core. The college senior, with his ripped rugged exterior and primal allure, stood in stark contrast to my more delicate, androgynous presence.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn’t help but laugh through the pain. The collage senior, admire for his physicality, now stood before me naked, balling his fist, with his less then modest endowment only match by the size of his brain, and had just admitted to assaulting me, a fact that struck me as almost comical in its irony. His mere four inches of manhood paled in comparison to the exaggerated portrayals of cock and clits I had seen in some adult films.

As I stood there, grappling with the mix of emotions swirling inside me, it became clear that this moment marked a turning point. Sarah’s choice, though painful, was a wake-up call, a realization that I had underestimated her evil vindictiveness.

In the end, as I turned away from the scene, I knew that this chapter of my life had ended. The lessons learnt that day, amidst the ruins of shattered desires and misplaced expectations, would guide my journey forward, hopefully in a more meaningful way.

I only now realize that Sarah had set this all up her way of breaking us up.

Chapter One – Bonking in the Bathroom

As I left Sarah’s room, the muffled voices of heated argument floated through the hallway, threatening to spill out into the open. Sarah and Rae’s exchange grew louder, their words slicing through the air like blades.

Sarah’s sharp tone accused Rae of being a bitch for not stopping me, her frustration palpable in every syllable. Echoes of Rae’s rebuttal reverberated, her anger seeping through the walls as she expressed her disdain for Sarah’s presence, “I’ve had enough,” Rae had shouted leaving the room, “Make sure cunt you and your shit aren’t here when I get back.” Slamming the door Rae rushed after me.

In the building’s foyer, Rae finally caught up to me, her expression a mix of apology and surprise. Her words hung in the air, a delicate dance of tension and confusion. “Your reaction surprised me,” she confessed, her eyes searching mine for a response. My brows furrowed, uncertain of what she had meant.

“Your laughter,” she elaborated, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I chuckled softly, clarifying, “I wasn’t Laughing at the situation. It was the size of his… you know…” pointing at my crotch I continued, “that caught me off guard.” Rae’s eyes widened in realization, a mischievous glint flashing in them.

“She’s gone and replaced me with Mr teenie tiny thingy.” I continued, “All she had to do was ask and she could’ve ridden my 14-inch monster.”

Rae barked out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief, “Bullshit,” she scoffed, seizing my hand, and pulling me towards the girl’s washroom with determination, “I’ve got to see this.” The door swung open, revealing a sanctuary of tile and mirrors, the space illuminated by the harsh glow of the overhead lights.

My legs weak I leaned against the tiled wall for support, the clatter of my crutches hitting the floor echoed in the confined space like a jarring symphony.

I could feel Rae’s hands deftly unbuckling my belt, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. Her fingers, illuminated by the overhead light, danced with anticipation as they struggled with the button and zipper of my jeans. With a gentle tug, she released them, allowing the denim to cascade around my ankles in a careless heap, leaving me standing in my crisp white briefs.

Rae’s touch moved from my jeans to the elastic waistband of my underwear, her thumbs tracing a tantalizing path down my hips and over my round posterior. As she lowered them to my knees, a sense of vulnerability mingled with a thrill coursed through me, amplified by the unexpected turn of events.

Just as the moment seemed to hang in suspended animation, two figure emerged from a nearby cubicle, their presence casting a sudden spotlight on our intimate encounter. The bubbly, blonde Asian girl, her features flushed with desire and a hint of mischief, seemed undeterred by the unfolding scene. Her chin glistened with a tell-tale sheen, evidence of the indulgent tryst she had just partaken in with her companion.

“Do you mind if we watch?” the cheeky inquiry hung in the air, tinged with a mix of curiosity and unbridled desire. Rae’s gaze flitted between me and the girls a playful pleading glint in her eyes as she considered the proposition.

A simple nod of my head my signal of acquiescence, “Sure but,” Rae took my phone, “can you do us a solid, film us?” Rae requested handing my phone to the petite big breasted Asian. “Oh, by the way, I’m Rae and this little cutie is Pruitt,” she emphasised leaning into the Asian licking her lips, “It’s always nice to meet like-minded people,” she added with a mischievous smile.

The Asian accepted the phone with a lecherous grin of her own, her blonde hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. “Sure thing, Rae,“ she replied, her voice as melodious as wind chimes. She turned to her friend, a statuesque African beauty with an aura of quiet confidence. “This is Midori, my lesbian girlfriend,” The Asian introduced her girlfriend as, her tone tinged with warmth and affection, “And I’m Hitomi.”

Introductions exchanged, a sense of spontaneity filled the air, blending with an undercurrent of unspoken desires. Leaning forward again Rae scooped up mor of Midori’s slime from Hitomi’s chin, turning to face me, Rae’s eyes encouraged me, our lips meet, her tongue forced its way into my mouth, sticky with the combined juices of Rae’s saliva and Midori’s love nectar. Instinctively I sucked on her tongue, Hitomi squealed in appreciation, “I wonder if he sucks cock.” She whispered to Midori.

Rae’s boldness was perceptible as she reached out, our lips locked in sloppy gaping mouth kiss, her hand wrapped around my large limp cock, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Are you a lesbian too?” Breaking the kiss Rae inquired of Hitomi, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she began to tease and caress my throbbing length.

My cock jutting obscenely from Rae’s little hand, Hitomi gasped in surprise, “Holy fuck, he’s big.”

Midori’s husky voice cut through the charged atmosphere, her words laced with a seductive allure. “No, she’s bi, the kinky little bitch,” she revealed, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. Her gaze locked with mine, a silent challenge in her eyes mine I’m sure were filled with confusion.

“Watch this!” Rae exclaimed, raising her right leg in a side split. Her leg continued to rise, turning towards me, until her foot came to rest beside my head. She was now performing the perfect vertical split.

Midori, standing besides me, held my gaze as she held up my phone, capturing Rae’s flexibility. Her free hand found its way to my bum, gently caressing it. Not to be left out, Hitomi sank to the floor on her knees at our feet.

Rae’s hand, still on my cock, guided my tip to her entrance. She pushed forward, my tip parting the folds of her cunt. Little by little, my cock entered her. Her juices, a sign of her arousal, ran down her legs, joining the puddle of my clothing on the tiles.

Hitomi assisted, her hands on Rae’s bum, massaging and squeezing her cheeks. Leaning forward, Hitomi’s tongue began to tease Rae’s shithole. Rae’s moans filled the room, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Fuck me, Pruitt,” Rae whispered, her eyes locked onto mine. “Fuck me hard.” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I grabbed Rae’s hips, pulling her closer as I thrust deeper into her. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely.

Hitomi’s tongue continued to tease Rae’s arsehole, her fingers now tracing circles around Rae’s clit. Rae’s moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” Rae screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. Her pussy clenched around my cock her juices overflowed flowing freely. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my cock twitching as I filled her with my cum.
Midori’s hand moved lower, snaking its way between my legs. Her hand cupped my balls, her fingers stroking the base of his cock. The mix of Rae’s juices and the overflow of his cum made the coating on her hand slick, adding to the pleasure.

Rae, continued to slowly ride my cock, her convulsing pussy keeping me at the brink of ecstasy. Midori’s fingers massaged my prostate through the layers of skin of my perineum, occasionally brushing the sensitive wrinkles of my arse.

Hitomi, with her face buried in Rae’s cheeks, her tongue buried deeper in Rae’s arse, took scissors from her purse. The snip, snip of the shears went unregistered as Hitomi cut my discarded underwear, adding to the taboo nature of our encounter.

The combination of Rae’s convulsing pussy, Midori’s fingers, and the sound of Hitomi slurping on Rae’s arse kept me hard. Midori’s index finger pushed past my tight ring, pushing me over the edge. My moans pleasure filled the room as I surrendered to the moment, the pleasure overwhelming. My second climax came quicker than I expected, filling Rae’s hungry cunt yet again.

I stood there, completely spent, on wobbly legs. My injured knee threatened to give out beneath me, but Rae and Midori were there to support me. Hitomi, still on her knees, began to clean up the combined mess of our lovemaking. She licked and sucked at my softened cock, savouring every drop of our combined pleasure.

Rae watched with a smirk, “Fuck, you are spent,” she commented, gesturing to my limp member. Midori chuckled in agreement, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Hitomi finished cleaning me up, standing tall over my small frame. She leaned in, her lips meeting mine in an enthusiastic kiss. I could taste the slime she forced into my mouth, our combine juices, the tang of Rae’s pussy, the forbidden flavour of her ass, and the salty sweet of my cum.

Midori whispered her breath hot on my ear, “Honey, don’t swallow,” she licked and nibble at my earlobe, “Savor it, we want to share.”

I stood there, my mind reeling, as I tasted my own seed, Rae’s squirt, and the earthy taste of her arse. Midori turning my head, bringing our lips together in a deep lust filled kiss. Our tongues dance and explored, tasting and savouring our shared essence.

Rae took over, our lips locked in a passionate snowball. She pushed the boundaries of my comfort, urging me to swallow the load. Swallowing I savoured the forbidden flavours letting out a low moan of satisfaction. The taste of taboo lingered on my lips, a reminder of the pleasure we had all shared.

Hitomi lowered herself to the tiles again, holding up my ruined underwear, “Sorry, I think I got carried away,” she exclaimed. Midori laughed, her statement shocking me, “The bitch maker general strikes again,” she said.
Confused by their interplay, I looked on as Hitomi produced a spare pair of panties from her purse. They were pink and lacey, looking up at me from her kneeling position, her eyes were big and glistening in the light, her look one of mischief and pleading. A single word escaped her lips, “Please!”

I didn’t know why, but I found myself lifting my feet, stepping into her panties. She slid them up my legs and over the cheeks of my androgynous bubble butt. The material of lace failed to cover my cock and balls.

Hitomi leaned back, taking it all in, “No, that won’t do,” she said to herself. Reaching up, she pulled the fabric to one side gently and forced first one, and then the other teste up into the cavities I never new I had. Meanwhile, Midori reached between my legs, pulling it back until my length was nestled in the crevice between my bum cheeks.

Next, Hitomi reached for a roll of surgical tape, a clear sign she had done this before. “Two strips should do it, six inches long,” she directed. Rae, who was dutifully following along, tore off a strip and handed it to Midori. In short order, my cock was held in place by surgical tape my balls resting in their inguinal canals.

Smoothing the fabric of her panties over my now flat crotch, Hitomi seemed pleased by the look, “much better,” she proclaimed as she helped me into my jeans.

She stood up again, and after everything that just happened, I had asked, “Do you have a cock too?” This set everyone into fits of laughter.