Collegegiate Sluthood Continues Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Collegegiate Sluthood Continues Ch. 01

... had nourished her.

"Come on! Get your ass up, bitch!" she chuckled as she harassed and dragged the duvet off.

"Fuck off!" Natalie groaned, trembling in shame against the daylight. She was sure she'd barely slept more than a few hours.

Natalie remembered the latter-most part of the night, seeing Andrea's nubile, naked form bouncing vigorously in someone's lap - Julius or Wesley - her raven hair wild and ruffled, her cries shrill and coarse as she chased a never-ending lust-high. By that point, Lady Lena, the third female participant of the orgy, had already excused herself and left. Her last vision was of Andrea pinned under the continuous train of black studs that she never tired of.

Moments before, Natalie had herself been in the throes of a continuous pleasure-cruise as she lay flat on her stomach, buttocks prone beneath the grinding mass of whoever had been ravishing her at that time, her thighs splayed out, trembling as she endured the cock pumping in and out of her well-fucked asshole. Her body hummed with arousal as she felt the weight above her grind and grind until it shook and delivered its payload deep within her plundered depths. Shortly after that she had tapped out, having decided that that was the final ejaculate she'd be taking that night. The boys had been conscientious enough to move her away from the action as she was clearly exhausted and Natalie's own part in the orgy had concluded. Her first but surely not last orgy.

Having stayed up ...

... longer, how Andrea managed to look as composed the following morning was something that perplexed Natalie. She had no idea as to what time the boys were finally finished with her and who among them had officially called the party quits. At some point in the twilight morning, the two girls, dressed in baggy attire borrowed from the generous Frampton boys, had made the short walk down the lane home. And only a few hours later, Andrea's energy levels were still up.

"Come on babe. You must be starving. I know I am. I can go for brunch. Or even lunch," Andrea proposed cheerfully.

Natalie winced as she rose up. "Thanks for bringing me back."

"Of course. Anytime, buttslut," she winked, smirking at the audacity of the moniker. Natalie threw a pillow at her, which Andrea dodged and then continued to beckon. "Today is all about recovery. I'm talking food... followed by some spa therapy... mimosas... Lena invited us over to The Dorset. And you said you'd go, remember?"

Natalie had allowed herself a moment to stop and think about how quickly her life had changed. She was from a quiet, suburban community in Kansas, having spent most of her previous formative years unassuming even if a bit curious. But ever since she'd met Andrea, things had progressed intensely. From becoming a shameless slut that proudly celebrated her love of anal sex, to being part of a cabal of sex deviants with the group of black boys up the street, to now being drawing towards the inner orbit of the wealthy ...