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The Sexual Biography of Brooke - Chapter 05
By Brooke and Tappy
Myra took me upstairs to her apartment. We were both pretty tired from the party at Mr. Thompson's house, but the ride on her motorcycle had woke me up enough to have the energy to do something about the fire between my legs. The combination of the vibrator and the motorcycle had left my pussy in serious need of satisfaction. I think I surprised Myra by turning aggressive myself and forcing my pussy down on her mouth. My juices were liberally flowing and she only put up token resistance to my advance. It didn't take long before she had me spraying again. After I climbed off her face she looked confused since I was usually the one doing what she said not the other way around. My energy level was dropping fast, but kept going long enough to order her to strip and I made sure to eat her to one final climax before we both crawled into bed. I was sore but satisfied and quickly fell asleep.
That night I dreamed of having my own sexual play toy to take care of my needs much as I had learned to take care of others. I woke with my hand resting on my still wet pussy. I gave myself a quick fingering and then licked my own flavor from my fingers and went back to sleep. Myra gave me a ride home the next morning. My mom didn't want to talk about what happened at the party. As far as she knew, she had just had a fight with my step-dad. If she really knew what happened I bet she would have thrown him out. I was leaving for college the next day so I busied myself with last minute preparations. I was about to begin a new adventure and was looking forward to meeting new people and expanding my horizons. The university I picked was about an hour away if traffic wasn't bad. It was far enough away that living on campus was necessary, but not so far that I couldn't come home on the weekends if I wanted to. Given how my sex life had been going, I definitely would be coming home for the next rave and for Mr. Thompson's next quarterly celebration.
Arriving at school I moved into my cramped dorm room. I'd talked to my roommate, Alice, several times and we'd emailed back and forth, but this was the first time I had met her. Between us we had everything we needed in our room. Alice lived further away and would not be going home until Thanksgiving break. She was a sweet thing. An innocent looking girl, her white skin showed little coloration like she had spent the entire summer inside. Her hair was straight and dark, although a little lighter than mine. She wore bookworm glasses part of the time and simple blouses and pants. She had piercing blue eyes, though and she knew how to apply her make-up for the best results. She was obviously smart and although she played herself off as innocent, I got a vibe that perhaps she was more of a player than she was letting on. Of course I could have just been projecting my fantasy of her being a naughty bookworm onto her. Either way I made it one of my first semester goals to have her eating my pussy.
Seducing and/or enslaving my roommate was goal number one. Goal number two was to find a nice juicy and thick dick to keep my pussy happy. Goal 2a was to find a second juicy and thick dick for when dick #1 was unavailable or soft. After the gangbang at Mr. Thompson's house I realized I would never be satisfied with one cock again. I figured on a university campus I would have my pick of cocks so this goal should be easy to obtain. I didn't want to get the reputation of the campus slut, however, so I knew I'd have to be discrete. Further down my goal chart was to get good grades, probably get an on-campus job to help with my expenses and meet some non-sexual friends.
Monday was spent making sure our class schedules were in order and we had the right books and supplies. I had not had sex on Sunday and by Monday afternoon I was feeling horny. Alice was off on campus somewhere so I took the opportunity for a quick stroke session. I'd brought most of my toy collection. Like the American Express card, my motto was don't leave home without it. That afternoon I learned a very important lesson. Namely that a dorm room is designed as a place to get caught masturbating.
As was typical for me, I was wearing a dress for easy access to my pussy. Fortunately since I was horny I didn't bother to take it off. I'd bent myself over holding onto a tiny sink we had in the room for stability and was plowing my pussy with a dildo when I heard the tumblers click in the room's deadbolt. I froze instantly in terror before I instinctively pulled the dildo out of my now gaping pussy and tossed it into my closet. I bolted for my desk sitting down just as Alice entered the room. I pretended to be studying a book intently, although since classes had not started we didn't have any work to do yet. I could tell Alice was staring at me. She was probably trying to figure out what was going on. I'm sure I looked flustered. I only hope was that her innocence act wasn't an act and she didn't know what a woman who'd been caught playing with herself would look like.
If she suspected anything, she didn't mention it. I was sure it wouldn't be the last time she caught me. I started thinking maybe letting her catch me would be a good way to begin her seduction. I continued to pretend to be reading, but my mind and pussy were working overtime thinking about how to seduce my sweet lovable roommate. While that was a nice thought, it unfortunately served to fire my arousal ever higher. I had not cum before she arrived and I was in an ever increasing pattern of need. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I excused myself to head to the bathroom down the hall. Once inside I verified all the stalls were empty and then chose the one which bordered the wall.
Once inside my fingers found their way quickly into my pussy and rubbing my clit. I imagined Alice finding my still warm and wet dildo in my closet and either using it on herself or at least licking it clean. That was enough to set me off and I thoroughly enjoyed a loud and juicy orgasm. I quickly learned lesson number two about dorm life. If you're going to masturbate in the common bathroom, you had better learn to do it quietly. The acoustics in the all tile bathroom only served to amplify my moans of pleasure and although I had checked the other stalls, I'm sure whomever had a room which shared a common wall with the bathroom knew exactly what just transpired. Note to self... Bring a gag with you in your purse next time.
I was glad to find nobody had entered the bathroom during my self-love. I washed my hands and face and dried off with several paper towels from the dispenser. I felt dirty, in a good way, as I exited the bathroom. This was exactly the kind of sexual liberation I expected to find at school. Orgasms whenever and wherever I needed them.
I turned to walk back up the hallway toward my room. I was still thinking about finding Alice impaled on my dildo when I opened the door. The room next to the bathroom had its door open. Curious, I couldn't help but look into it. There was a woman sitting at the desk next to the wall she shared with the bathroom. I could tell the stalls were just on the other side. I was sure she heard something, but she probably didn't know it was me. As I passed she looked out the door and smiled. I didn't break my stride or give her any expression back. But my pussy did leak a little more juice into my panties. Maybe Alice wouldn't be my only loyal pussy licker this year.
I got back to my dorm room and went inside. Alice was looking as angelic as ever and nothing was said about my behavior. That night in bed I struggled to fall asleep. I was still horny. If I had been at home I would have Jilled myself until I was worn out, but here, that was a problem. I lay still in the darkness trying to relax. Eventually I fell asleep, but I woke up a short time later due to a soft squeak of a bed spring. I knew it wasn't my bed. I'd been asleep and not moving. I lay staring at the ceiling. It was quiet in the room. I didn't make a sound. A few minutes later I heard the squeak again. Alice was moving on her mattress. I figured she was having a dream or just trying to find a more comfortable position on the decidedly uncomfortable mattress.
I lay as still as I could listening to the sounds coming from the other side of the room. Besides an occasional rubbing of the mattress springs, I thought I detected a deeper than normal sound of breathing. I resisted turning my head to look at Alice's bed. I was trying to maintain the illusion that I was asleep. In my heightened state of observation, I thought I heard the soft movement of an arm under a blanket. Without my eyes, my ears were become hypersensitive. Or was it just my brain playing tricks on me? I thought I heard sounds that could only mean my roommate was masturbating nearly silently in her bed.
I pictured her fingers dancing across her clit and marveled at how quiet she was able to keep herself. I could never masturbate so discretely. Surely she would have to make some noise when she came. I pictured how much fun it would be to stroke my own needs at that moment and imagined the day, hopefully in the very near future, when Alice would be servicing my pussy instead of her own at night. My arousal was back in overdrive as I imagined my innocent looking roommate kneeling before me in awe as my orgasm gushed on her pretty face. I wondered what she was thinking about as she teased her own clit. I wondered if I should just stop faking my sleep and catch her in her dirty act and use that to blackmail her into being my pleasure toy.
I was just about ready to do exactly that when I stopped hearing all sounds from her side of the room and her breathing return to normal. Had she just silently cum? If so I envied her ability to do so. My opportunity to catch her in the act was gone.
I continued to lie in my bed staring at the ceiling. I was wide awake now and the aching need in my pussy was not going to go away by itself. I came to the conclusion that Alice had not been masturbating. Nobody could be that silent when she came. She must have been having a naughty dream. Maybe she was thinking about me? I decided to take it slow with Alice, that it was better not to rush things so I could be sure of a positive outcome.
That decided, there was one thing that needed my attention that night. I knew there was no way I could get myself off without waking Alice and possibly our neighbors so I determined another trip to the bathroom was in order. This time I went prepared grabbing my shower caddy with a washcloth to muffle my cries of ecstasy. It was after midnight, but the floor was still active with many of the girls taking advantage of the lack of studying before classes started. I met a few more neighbors as I walked down the hall to the bathroom. There were a couple of girls I was definitely attracted to, but I couldn't just come right out and ask them to get me off. As open as I am, that would be just too much. Plus I knew Alice would hear through the grapevine and that might spoil my plans for her. Nope, another finger session in the bathroom would be all I could have tonight.
There was one stall occupied and one shower going when I walked into the bathroom. The stall along the wall I had used before was empty so I chose it again. I had my washcloth at the ready when I needed to gag myself so I patiently waited for the other girl to leave. The anticipation was delicious. My pussy was calling for attention. I had my panties down and was ready to give it what it demanded, but I had to wait. Finally I heard the other toilet flush. I gave myself a couple of quick strokes as the rush of water masked my true purpose. I knew a moan escaped my mouth, but I managed to control the volume enough that I don't think she heard. I quickly brought the washcloth to my mouth to avoid a repeat as my fingers began to dance on my clit.
I heard the other stall door open and the girl walk out. Finally I could have some privacy. I knew the girl in the shower wouldn't hear me because of the water and my improvised gag. Satisfaction was at hand. I began diddling myself again. My orgasm began to build quickly. I struggled to remain quiet trying to see if I could develop the skill I perceived Alice to possess. When I heard another stall door opening, immediately my hand froze over my pussy.
I looked down at the floor and saw a foot in the stall next to me. Why did she have to pick that stall? I couldn't make a sound at that distance or I would be busted for sure. I took a closer look. The girl was white; I could tell that much and she liked high heels. She was wearing a patent leather pump with a 4" heel. She was also wearing black stockings. I couldn't see above her calf, but her leg was obviously toned and not just from the heel. This girl was an athlete of some kind.
My fantasy mind took over once again. Here we were in the dorm the first night and this girl was obviously already out and trolling. She must have been a slut like me. Well maybe not like me, but at least a slut. There was no reason for her to be wearing fuck me pumps and stockings in the dorm unless she was just going out or just getting home. I had to meet her.
I decided to put the needs of my pussy on hold temporarily. I flushed the toilet and straightened myself out. I left the stall and intended to wait for my mystery girl by the sinks. I felt stupid washing and then rewashing my face while I waited, but a few minutes later she appeared. She was gorgeous. There was no other way to describe her. She had poise and grace. She knew she was beautiful and even in a dorm bathroom, she was selling it as she strode confidently up to the sink to wash her hands. My initial reaction to her shoes and stockings were confirmed by the short black dress she was wearing. She must have been out looking for sex or was heading out now. Her dress was not unlike my sexy cocktail dresses Sam had bought for me, but on her, it looked much more alluring. In truth I was a little intimidated. I wanted to turn over a new sexual leaf at college but I was afraid with this woman, if she snapped her fingers and pointed down, I would instantly find myself on my knees submitting to her.
I was trying to watch her in the mirror. She introduced herself as Marcy. It turned out she lived across the hall and was a senior. I didn't know we had any seniors still living in the dorm. When I asked her about that she liked it because it was cheap and that she wasn't there that often. It seemed like a strange statement one I interpreted to mean she was usually sleeping somewhere else. Given the way she was dressed, I couldn't imagine any other interpretation.
Marcy said she had a new sophomore roommate this year named Tia and that we should get together tomorrow. I told her my roommate's name was Alice and asked if they wanted to get together for breakfast. Marcy chuckled and said maybe lunch. She said she was heading out and had no plans to be awake before noon.
I watched in awe as she walked out of the bathroom. Her dress perfectly framed a very tight ass. My lusts fueled higher again. I was ready to head back into the stall when I heard the shower turn off. I'd have to be quiet again. I scampered back to the stalls before whoever was showering had toweled off and made her way to the sink area. I double checked the stalls were clear, although since nobody new had come in I was sure I was alone. I didn't need any foreplay. I simultaneously jammed three fingers from my right hand deep into my pussy while my left hand forced my now wet washcloth into my mouth. I bit down hard on the washcloth as a thrilling orgasm overtook me seconds later. I'm sure I wasn't totally silent, but at least my moans didn't echo through the floor like the first time I got off in that stall.
I was sitting on the toilet panting and trying to calm back down when I heard the sink faucet turn on. I decided to hide until the woman who had been showering left the bathroom. I'm sure she heard enough and I didn't want to be embarrassed. I sat passively trying to slow my heartbeat. Finally the water turned off and I thought I heard the door open and shut.
I stood up on wobbly legs and exited the stall. I probably should grab a quick shower, I figured, but I was exhausted and finally ready to sleep. I rounded the corner and was surprised to see a girl flossing her teeth next to the sink. She had her shower caddy sitting on the counter and was wearing a robe. Obviously she had been the one in the shower and knew what I had just done.
I tried to play it cool just walking up to wash my hands as if I had done what a normal person does in the bathroom. I took a closer look at the girl in the mirror and realized she was the one who lived right next to the bathroom and had smiled at me when I left the bathroom earlier after my screaming orgasm. Great. She's busted me twice in about six hours playing with myself in the bathroom. My reputation was quickly being written and I wasn't sure I liked where it was heading.
The girl introduced herself as Becky. She waited to shake my hand until after I washed it. An expression of recognition flashed on her face.
"I remember you. I saw you earlier. You live down the hall don't you?"
I tried to be sociable and told her I remembered her. I told her about just meeting Marcy and planning to have lunch with our roommates and asked Becky if she wanted to join us. She said sure. I told her to bring her roommate, but she said she didn't have one yet. She said there were a few open spots and she had been lucky to get a single room. I told her Marcy didn't plan on being up before noon, so she should head down to our room about then and we could get to know each other better. After she agreed, I left the bathroom and headed back to my room.
I looked under Marcy and Tia's door, but I didn't see any light. Marcy must have been out for the evening. I wondered if Tia was out too or just asleep. Back in my room Alice was sound asleep. I found my bed and quickly joined her. I slept well. My orgasm induced sleep kept me occupied until almost 10am. I woke refreshed. Alice was already gone. I took a quick shower and then tried to figure out a plan to my day. I had a few more things to take care of to be ready for classes and of course had a lunch date planned. I also wrote an email to Myra telling her about my first night at school as I had promised to do. So far I was liking college.
Alice came back to the room about 11:45. I told her about meeting our neighbors and they all wanted to go to lunch today. She agreed to go and shortly after we heard a knock at the door. It was Becky. She was dressed in a pair of faded jeans and at a university sweatshirt on. I introduced her to Alice. We left the door open so when Tia and Marcy were ready, we would know. About 10 after 12 their door opened. A tall African-America woman walked out of the room and into ours. This must be Tia, I figured. She had the most engaging smile and long straight black hair. She must flatten it I remember thinking. She had a short, wide nose and haunting eyes. Her most prominent feature was a very full bust scarcely contained by the white men's dress shirt she was wearing.
Tia walked confidently. I guess when you looked like she did there was no reason to doubt yourself. She introduced herself and said Marcy wasn't back yet. She didn't say Marcy had not come home last night, but I was pretty sure that was what happened. Tia turned out to be very friendly and chatty. She filled us in on what we should expect on our first day of classes and gave us the rundown of who hosted the best parties and other recreational opportunities. It was 12:45 before we even realized it. I suggested we leave Marcy behind and go to lunch. Everyone else agreed.
We headed down the stairwell and walked out the door when Marcy finally appeared. She was wearing the same outfit I had seen on her last night. She was definitely disheveled after a night of amorous adventures. As soon as she saw us she remembered her commitment about lunch.
"Shit, I forgot," she began.
Tia responded, "You were thinking with your pussy again, weren't you girl. You never have time for your friends."
"What can I say," Marcy attempted to justify her behavior. "Luke, Robert and Tommy kept me up all night.
I looked at Tia, Becky and Alice for signs that they were shocked that Marcy just announced she fucked three guys last night. Tia certainly wasn't shocked. Even though they were new roommates, I got the impression that she knew Marcy from last year. Becky looked amused but Alice definitely seemed unnerved.
"Just give me 10 minutes to change and I'll be right down," Marcy offered.
"5 minutes," countered Tia.
"7?" negotiated Marcy
"5 or I paddle your ass tonight," was Tia's final offer.
The exchange seemed to unnerve Alice a little more. Becky's expression didn't change. Outwardly mine didn't, but I'm sure you can guess what I was feeling inside. Here was a woman I would have gladly submitted to last night being threatened with a beating from her beautiful and busty roommate. I definitely have to get to know this pair.
We stood outside waiting for Marcy's return. The girls were making small talk. Tia didn't sound like the mistress type. Perhaps that was just how she and Marcy joked with each other. Tia was bubbly and outgoing and didn't sound in the least bit sexual in any of her talk. That didn't stop me from starting to fantasize about her and Marcy both having their way with me.
By the time Marcy returned, 8 minutes later by Tia's watch, I had become positively juicy. Tia reminded her that she was going to paddle Marcy's ass tonight and even gave her a playful swat. Marcy joked that if she tried it she would be the one with a sore butt. That was the end of that part of the conversation. The five of us began walking toward a sandwich shop just off campus across the parking lot from the dorm. I purposely held back behind the group to get a better view of Tia and Marcy's asses. They sounded like they were joking about spanking each other, but I wasn't giving in on the fantasy.
Lunch was fun. We all got to know each other better. Tia continued to give us wisdom on what it was like to be a freshman. Marcy didn't talk too much. She definitely seemed tired. I wondered how much sleep she got last night. I also kept wondering if Tia was kidding about paddling her. I had a feeling I'd be trying to hear her punishment through the door that evening.
The rest of the day I spent getting ready for class and exploring the campus. I went to the library, the student union, the gym and walked my route to the class buildings. I had everything done by 8pm and wanted to relax a bit before going to bed. My first class was 9am so I figured I could stay up pretty late and still get enough sleep, but Alice wanted to crash early because she had an 8 o'clock class. I told her that was cool. I could use a little extra sleep so by 10 our lights were out. I still struggled to fall asleep. My mind was wandering to our neighbors and to my planned seduction of Alice. I even had impure thoughts about Becky. I knew I was going to have to masturbate again before I could get to sleep.
Alice seemed to be dead to the world, so I decided to take a chance and do it in the room. There was plenty of noise in the hallway so I figured with the help of my washcloth gag I'd be able to have a quick orgasm without waking Alice.
I reached under the covers to play with myself. I was slick as usual and easily found my clit. I tried to go slow and keep the noise down, but that was much easier said than done. I had to bite down hard on the washcloth to keep from waking Alice. All of a sudden the noise in the hallway died down. I guess everyone was finally settling down for the night. I was fantasizing about Tia spanking Marcy and I even thought I might have heard a smack from their room. Whether or not the sound was real or in my mind, the picture I saw of the tall beautiful black girl spanking an equally beautiful white girl was enough to trigger my release. I tried to be quiet, but my mattress definitely squeaked as I couldn't help but rock back and forth. The washcloth, while helpful, was unable to block all my moans. I was too far gone to stop when I heard Alice rolling over. I remember praying that she was really still asleep and was just subconsciously trying to find a more comfortable position. I still wanted to seduce her on my own terms and not scare her away.
I fought to keep myself quiet and apparently I succeeded enough as Alice never did show signs of being awake. As for me, I was sweating under my blanket as the warm glow of an amusing orgasm washed over me. It wasn't the "I just fucked the shit out of myself with my favorite dildo" kind of orgasm, but it was good enough to put me to sleep.
I woke feeling nasty from going to sleep sweaty. Alice was already gone. She must have been very quiet as she left for class early. I got through the day well. I had three classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and two on Tuesday and Thursday. My schedule wasn't too bad based on what everyone I talked to said. 9, 10:45 and 2 for my three class days and 10:45 and 3 on the others. That meant I'd be done on Friday by 3:30 if there was a party to get to or I could be done just after noon if I skipped my last class.
The week cruised by. I was getting frustrated by only having my fingers to keep me happy. Alice was always in the room at night so I was limited to when I could break out my toys. When she left for her 8am class I could have a little happy time, but I was always getting ready for my own class so other than Thursday when I was extra horny, I had to make do with a journey to the bathroom or a sneaky session in my bed late at night. I was planning to hit a party Friday night and find a real cock. I thought about asking Marcy since she obviously knew where to go for action, but I didn't see her at all Thursday or Friday. I asked Tia but she said she wasn't sure where she was. Tia suggested I try the Sigma Epsilon house Friday night. She said the frat parties were closed until about 11:30 when everyone started mingling from house to house. That sounded like my kind of crowd.
I was sitting around my room Friday night waiting for the anointed hour. Outwardly I was chatting with Alice and trying to get her to come with me. But internally I was fantasizing about finding Marcy's friends Luke, Robert and Tommy. I was just about to head down to the shower when my phone rang. It was my mom. Something had to be wrong as she would never have called at that hour. I asked what was up.
"It's your Aunt Mischell," she told me.
My Aunt Mischell really isn't my aunt, but she is my mom's best friend. Their friendship goes back all the way to middle school. I'd grown up calling her my Aunt much like her kids called my mom Aunt. Both her kids are out of college having graduated last year and three years ago. Like my mom, she was divorced. Unlike my mom, she didn't remarry. She was financially secure from the divorce agreement and some wise investments and still worked managing one of her ex-husband's companies she received in the settlement.
My mom explained that Aunt Mischell had hurt her back. I could believe that. My aunt was not blessed with an athletic body. She was a bit overweight, but she carried it well. She was in her late 40's and after the divorce seemed to treat everyone just a little meaner than she was before. She was always nice to my mom and me, but I could see how she treated other people and it wasn't always positive.
My mom told me that she had spent the day with Mischell helping her around the house since my aunt had been ordered by the doctor to lie in bed with her legs elevated. My mom had made her food and kept her company. Unfortunately my mom and Sam had plans to go out of town in the morning and she was hoping I could take her place helping my aunt Saturday and Sunday.
"What about her kids?" I asked. I knew they both lived about 3 hours away and my school was at most half an hour, but I really didn't want to miss my first weekend.
"You know they are too far away and really don't like her that much anyway. No you are the best choice," my mom replied.
I knew she was right so I agreed to go.
"Try to be there by 8 sweetheart. God will bless you for this. There is food in the fridge and Mischell said she will give you her debt card to go shopping."
Great. Now I was going to have to do her shopping also. I felt dejected as I said goodbye to my mom. To be there by 8 I'd have to be up by 7 to shower and leave by 7:30. So much for a wild night of partying. I convinced Alice to at least walk down fraternity row with me after 11 to try and scope out how things worked. It seemed like there was a rolling party from house to house. We were always welcomed by the guys no doubt looking for some casual sex. Alice had a few beers but seemed intent on not hooking up. I was prepared to hook up, but now really didn't have time. I did latch on to one hunky guy. He was gorgeous and he knew how to dance. Had I been staying out all night I would have gladly spent the night in his room. Unfortunately I had set 1am as my limit. We had been dancing with his arms wrapped around me from behind and a very noticeable bulge pressing against my ass for about ten minutes when I realized what time it was. I told him I had to go and he gave me the "you've got to be joking right" look.
I told him unfortunately I had to visit my sick aunt (boy did that sound like a line) and asked if they were throwing another party next week. He responded by taking my hand and rubbing it against his crotch.
"Baby, I know you want this. You can't tell me you don't."
I did want it. My gyrations against his pelvis on the dance floor left little doubt about that. But I really did have to go. I tried to explain that to him even offering him a date on Sunday night.
"I'll tell you what," she countered. "Come upstairs with me and suck me off. It's too late for me to hook up with somebody else tonight and you can't leave me this hard. This is a small campus if you get the reputation of a cock tease. Come upstairs and after you blow me if you still want to go, that's cool or if you want to stay and party, I'll make sure you go home happy."
His tone was starting to become more authoritative, just the kind of attitude that always turned my knees to jelly. Damn my aunt. He continued to rub my hand against the front of his pants. I could feel my will to resist melting. I looked around for Alice. She was dancing with some other boy who had his arms wrapped around her. She looked to be in good hands and in my hands was apparently a well apportioned cock. I nodded my acceptance of his plan and was quickly guided upstairs.
All the way to the room I was trying to decide what my plan of attack was going to be. One of my college goals was to be more assertive myself and not allow anybody to take advantage of me. I wanted to fuck this beautiful man, but I wanted it to be on my terms. But try as I did to convince myself of that, his assertive tone left little doubt that I would soon be allowing him to do whatever he wanted. I walked in front of him up the stairs. He guided me by putting pressure on my ass. His hand felt great, but I felt like a prisoner being escorted to the electric chair.
The fraternity house was one of the original dorms which had been turned over by the university and renovated by the group to fit their needs. As a result, boys being boys, they had decided to dedicate five rooms on the third floor as fuck rooms. The third floor had a community room and five original small single occupant rooms. Since the fraternity didn't need the space for members, on party nights one of the brothers could "check out" one of the rooms to have a private place for sex. The furnishings were spartan. There was a bed with a full size mattress. At least it was a little bigger than the typical twin size beds in the dorms. There was a night table with a lamp next to the bed. As I discovered, in the table's sliding drawer there was an ample supply of condoms and a jar of lube. There was also a door hanger which said 'Do Not Disturb' on one side and 'Come On In' on the other. I watched as my new found partner took the door hanger and walked back to the door. I couldn't tell which side was facing out when he hung it on the outside of the door and then returned to the bed. I was sitting on the edge of the mattress when he returned. He stood in front of me. The bulge in his pants was perfectly at mouth height.
"So what's it going to be Brooke? Are you sticking with your aunt story or do you want to get fucked?"
His tone left no doubt which he expected. I watched as he unzipped his pants before I could respond. His very thick cock sprang from his pants. It wasn't fully hard yet and I had no doubts it would satisfy my week old cravings. His balls were hanging low below his cock apparently full of his juicy seed. I gave his nuts a little squeeze and took him in my mouth. He apparently approved.
"Damn girl," he panted. "You can sure suck cock."
Well, yes, I did know how to orally please a man. I continued to tickle is balls with my right hand while I bobbed my head down the length of his shaft. With my left hand I was trying to get my blouse unbuttoned. I wanted to be naked and sitting on this wonderful cock. I was mewing like a kitten with a saucer of fresh milk. From the sounds he was making, I could tell he was enjoying my treatment as well, although I certainly didn't want him cumming yet. I had to have him inside of me. I pulled my mouth off his dick and told him I wanted to get fucked. He responded by mocking me about my aunt. I told him to fuck me but before I could stand up to remove the rest of my clothes, he grabbed my head and pushed his cock back in my mouth. This time he wasn't satisfied to let me do the work. He grabbed my head and started fucking my face. Over and over he pistoned his cock into my mouth. I had to suppress my gag reflex as his cock hit the back of my throat. I was struggling to stand and get back in charge of the situation, but he was stronger than me and had a leverage advantage. My struggling only seemed to increase his desire and soon I felt the first hot salty spurts of his jizz filling my mouth.
My pussy was on fire from his treatment of me, although I could never let him know that. After he finished cumming he tucked his cock back in his pants, laughed, told me that was what I got for being a tease and walked out. I had a little dribble of his cum on my lips so I pushed it back into my mouth with my finger and quickly buttoned up my blouse. Once again I was horny as hell. I thought about returning to the party and grabbing the first single guy I saw, but in a rare moment of clarity, I decided the best course of action was to make a hasty retreat back to my dorm.
I got back to my room much later than I had intended and still sexually frustrated. I'd only get a few hours of sleep before I'd have to get up and head over to my aunt's house. Alice still wasn't home. I wondered if she had found herself in one of the third floor rooms too. I wanted to believe she was getting the fucking I needed but didn't get. At least with her not home I could break out my dildo collection. I got up on my hands and knees and did myself doggie style pretending my earlier partner had not blasted off in my mouth before fucking me. I had a quick, somewhat satisfying orgasm and had just enough energy to hide my toys before falling asleep. My buzzing alarm clock signaled that 7am had come way too early. I didn't want to get out of bed. Alice had returned sometime in the night but I had no clue what time. I dragged myself down to the shower and then dressed in jeans and a t-shirt to head over to my aunt's.
During the drive I replayed the events from the night before in my mind wondering what I could have done different to get a better result. I decided that maybe frat parties were not the best place to meet the kind of guy I wanted. By the time I reached my aunt's I had used revisionist history to convince myself that the night before had actually gone according to my plan.
When I pulled into my aunt's driveway I called her on the cell phone. She answered and said she was still upstairs in bed. She told me the code to her remote garage door opener so I could get in the house. I found my aunt lying in her bed. She was wearing a nightie and looked like she had just woken up.
"Hi Brooke," she greeted me. "Thanks so much for doing this. I hate to be a bother."
"It's no bother," I lied.
"My dang doctor wants me to stay in bed as much as possible for two weeks. He's given me some stupid stretching exercises to do that I'll need help with and unfortunately I'm going to have to send you to the store for some supplies."
"Don't give it another thought," I declared hoping to convince her I was happy to be there. "What happened?"
"Oh, something stupid really. I was playing around and I fell out of a swing."
"Out of a swing?"
"Yeah, dumb luck really. I just landed wrong and it knocked my spine out of alignment. My chiropractor was able to adjust me, but I've got some swelling between the vertebrae. My doctor wanted me to be in traction to keep weight off of it, but my chiro thinks bed rest should be enough. I hope he is right."
I wondered how she managed to fall of a swing or why she was even on a swing in the first place, but I decided not to press the issue. She told me there was a grocery list on the kitchen table and that her debit card was sitting next to it. If I could go grocery shopping that would be very helpful. I told her sure and went downstairs.
The list was pretty simple. Mostly TV dinners so she didn't have to cook for a few weeks plus some fruit and a few personal items. There were two bottles of wine on the list but I couldn't get those. There was also 8 D-sized batteries and 16-AA sized batteries listed. My shopping in hand, I headed back to her house.
I put all the frozen food into the freezer and put away everything else as best I could. I went back upstairs to tell my aunt that task was done and to see what else she needed. She was watching the news when I arrived. She asked if I had any problems and I told her no, unless I put something where it didn't belong.
"I'm sure I will find everything," she said. "Can you bring the batteries up here?"
That seemed like a strange request, but one that was easily accomplished so I went back downstairs to retrieve them. When I returned my aunt surprised me, not shocked me mind you, by pulling out the drawer on her nightstand and retrieving a fat vibrator.
"The damn batteries have been dead for two days. I've been going crazy. Give me a couple of the D's will you?"
I pulled open the plastic case shrunk around the batteries. Why do manufacturers have to make it so difficult to open their packaging? It took me a couple of minutes, but eventually I handed her two batteries. I watched as she slid them into the base of the large phallus.
"Give me the other two from that package. I'll leave them in the drawer," she said.
I did what she asked. Obviously I was no innocent lamb when it came to sex toys, but I was still a little taken aback by her lack of embarrassment.
"Be a dear and take the other batteries into the spare bedroom next door. That's where they will be needed. I'm also going to take a bath. If you don't mind, in the top drawer of the dresser there is a waterproof ducky vibrator. Switch out the batteries and bring it to me ok?"
I had not been shocked that my aunt kept a vibrator next to her bed. I was a little shocked that she had just asked me to retrieve a different one and bring it to her. I nodded in agreement not knowing what else to do. She threw back the covers and swung her legs over the head of the bed. I took her arm and helped her to stand up. I could tell she was grimacing in pain as she put more weight on her spine. I helped her to the bathroom and turned on the water.
"I'll be right back," I told her a sprinted to the other bedroom. Even though I was pissed at being there, I hated to see her in pain and wanted to relieve her suffering. If a hot bath and a little masturbation would help her, I was all for it.
I found the spare bedroom she was talking about. I'd never seen the door open before. Inside it definitely was for guests, but sleeping would be the last item on the agenda. There was a bed, but no covers. There was a fitted bed sheet, but also cuffs hanging from all four corners of the frame. There was also cuffs hanging from the center and a blindfold hooked over them. I never knew my aunt was kinky. Exploring further I found the swing she must have fallen out of. I'd never seen a sex swing live and in person. I was attached to the ceiling with a large spring mechanism. There were other cuffs which would enable the person sitting in the swing to be restrained with her legs spread wide. It looked like the height of the swing would be a perfect mate for a good hard fucking. I wondered what other surprises my aunt had in store.
I opened the dresser drawer looking for the waterproof ducky. I found it along with a very nice collection of other vibrators, dildos, harnesses, clamps and some things I didn't understand. I had to open the other drawers and found cuffs, blindfolds, crops and more things I didn't recognize. I grabbed the ducky. Looking at the bottom I discovered it required a small screwdriver to access the battery compartment. Fortunately that too was provided in the drawer. I switched out 4 AA batteries and made sure the door was secured tightly. I then put the remaining batteries in the drawer and pushed it closed. As I was leaving the room I turned and took one more look around. If these walls could talk, I remember thinking. I then had to chuckle to myself about what her partner must have felt when she fell out of the swing and hurt herself. I knew I shouldn't laugh at her expense, but how do you explain that to the doctor? I went back to the master bathroom and found my aunt relaxing in the freestanding claw foot tub. I handed her the ducky trying to look indifferent. My aunt had a washcloth resting over her forehead and eyes. She looked very relaxed, although the tops of her breasts were exposed over the water level and her nipples were clearly hard. I wondered what she was thinking about.
"I found the vibrator. Is there anything else you need? I asked hoping the answer was no. She pulled off the washcloth and smiled.
"I know this is a little weird, but it's been two days since I've had a good orgasm. I'm going a little crazy. Give me about half an hour and then I'll need help getting out. OK?"
A little weird? How about a lot weird. Still, I knew I'd be climbing the walls after two days in bed without cumming so who was I to judge. I told her I'd go downstairs for a while and be back up in half an hour. I shut the bathroom door, but instead of walking out of the bedroom, I sat down on the floor with my back against the common wall with the bathroom. I couldn't hear the sound of the vibrator, but soon enough I heard the sounds of a woman being pleasured. My mind flashed back to the first time I heard my mom fucking herself and how my pussy absolutely flooded as I sat in the bathroom listening through her bedroom wall. This time I had years of experience at how my body would react and didn't waste any time putting my fingers down my pants. Like my aunt, I too had been sexually frustrated lately and like my aunt I enjoyed two orgasms before the half an hour was up. I did my best to be quiet employing the hand in mouth technique I had been practicing in the dorm. I only hope I was quiet enough to keep my aunt from hearing me. I briefly contemplated borrowing her big mambo vibrator from the bed stand, but I managed to resist. My fingers were pleasure enough given the turn-on of my aunt playing with herself just a few feet away.
I did walk out of the room about 25 minutes later. I needed to stretch my legs and I wanted to compose myself before I went back in. Upon my return I made sure to make enough noise to let my aunt know I was about to walk in on her. She definitely looked more relaxed when I opened the door. I wondered how many time she came. I came twice, but I didn't think it was appropriate to compare notes.
"Oh Brooke, I really needed that. Thanks for getting the batteries."
"No problem auntie. Can I help you out of the tub?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I helped her steady herself and then tried to lift her as best I could. As a result, two things happened. One, I got very wet from the bathwater and two, my face got "inadvertently" pressed against her breasts. She didn't mention either thing when she thanked me and asked me to help her back to bed. I didn't question why she left her nightie on the bathroom floor. The truth was I was still hot after my finger session and if she wanted to parade around naked, I would be happy to watch. I helped her back to her bed and she lay down on her stomach. I was disappointed that her marvelous breasts had been hidden from my view, but I was happy when she asked me for a back rub. In the state I was in I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to touch her body.
I have not given too many back rubs before, but I must have been doing something right because she became like putty in my hands. Her skin was moist and warm and she began to coo as I worked my hands across her shoulders and down her spine.
"That feels so good Brooke. Can you do me a huge favor and kneel over me to get better leverage? Your mom gives good back rubs, but she's not very strong. Just climb on the bed and put knee on either side of my hips."
I was rapidly become entranced by her naked body and I was all too happy to straddle her. I was careful to keep my body weight on my knees and not her thighs as I started messaging her back and neck more strenuously. Her delightful moans of pleasure I'd heard when she was in the tub returned and I figured the message was more than just therapeutic and his point. I could feel my own pussy gushing like it had when my hand was in my pants as it brushed against the crotch of my shorts as I worked along the length of my aunt's back.
"I love your touch, Brook," my aunt cooed. "So much better than your mother.
I wanted to tell her that I loved touching her, but I held back. I knew I'd need another finger session before I left for the day, but I tried to pretend this was strictly professional. I could feel my aunt's ass start to move beneath me. She was obviously trying to get some contact on her clit. At that moment I needed exactly the same thing, but I didn't know how to bring that subject up. I decided I needed to visit the bathroom for some personal time and climbed off the bed. I immediately noticed my aunt’s ass rise up as I did.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I announced.
"Not yet," my aunt countered along with raising her ass higher in the air. "I know you are not so innocent as to not understand your fingers are driving me crazy. I need you to grab the big vibrator from my nightstand."
I was in a trance as I retrieved the sexual weapon and turned it on. The D-batteries gave it plenty of kick and I almost dropped it.
"What are you waiting for Brooke?" she demanded. "Fuck me with it!"
My aunt shook her butt again in an open invitation. I wanted to use the vibrator all right, but I wanted it in my pussy not hers.
"I told you to fuck me," my aunt yelled. "Don't make me wait or I'll make sure you're punished like I punish your mom."
I was taken aback by that statement and moved back by about a foot looking at her.
"Don't be so surprised, Brooke. You know your mom is a submissive slut don't you? I can see it in your eyes too. You prefer when somebody else takes charge. Now fuck me!"
Her change in attitude was apparent and like the frat boy the night before, exactly what I needed. I put the large vibrator at the entrance to her pussy and pushed. It slid home easily with a sloshing sound.
"Ahhh, that's a good girl. Fuck your auntie. Make her cum," Mischell commanded. I tried not to think of her as Aunt Mischell right then. She'd just confessed to fucking my mother probably in the same way I was fucking her. My pussy was on fire and I knew I would need satisfaction soon.
"I bet you listened to me in the bathroom didn't you?"
I nodded, but of course she couldn't see that since she was still lying on her stomach.
"I don't have to look at you to know that, Brooke." I've been following your development ever since your mom told me about you masturbating in the bathroom listening to her. You've got potential. I'm going to train you to be the perfect little love slave."
My head was spinning with lust as my aunt took control of me. She stopped talking long enough to moan again and then cheer me on to fuck her harder.
"I wish I had not hurt my back so I could give you a proper fucking. When I get better I'm putting you in the swing and fucking your brains out. Would you like that?"
How could I not answer yes? Auntie Mischell was the strong sexy type I was so attracted to. I didn't understand exactly what she meant by love slave, but I wanted to find out.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes what? Be specific," she moaned in-between thrusts of the vibrator.
"Yes..." I thought of the right words... "Yes I want you to fuck my brains out."
Whether that was what my aunt wanted to hear or whether it was my tacit approval to undergo "love slave training" whatever that was, she experienced a nice juicy and very loud orgasm right after I said the words. I doubt the pressure she was putting on her back by humping the vibrator in my hand was good for her, but the show was definitely good for me and the flood in my panties. My aunt convulsed for at least 40 seconds humping my hand and screaming in ecstasy. When she finally calmed down I pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and turned it off. As I did she rolled onto her side and looked at me.
"That was so good, Brooke. Thank you. I needed that so bad."
I started to wonder if she was kidding about taking me as her lover. She sounded like she was just talking dirty to get herself off. Either way I needed some private time for myself just then.
"Auntie Mischell, I need to take care of something. Will you excuse me for a few minutes?"
"I understand, dear. I know exactly what you need to take care of. Strip your clothes off," she said with the authoritarian tone back in her voice.
My aunt looked at me and her eyes burned a hole in my soul. Apparently she wasn't kidding before.
"Don't make me wait. Even in my reduced condition I could still paddle your ass so it would hurt to sit down for a week."
I looked at her and my will to resist evaporated. Just like the night before when I was led upstairs in the fraternity and just like so many times with Carleen, Myra and Mr. Thompson, my self will disappeared and I found myself willingly stripping out of my clothes with the anticipation of being ordered to perform sexually for a lover.
This time it was my mother's best friend and she had promised to "train" me to be a proper lover. We started immediately with me sitting on her dresser with my legs spread wide and my fingers holding my pussy open for her inspection. My juices were flowing out over my fingers. I was in another world mentally. Aunt Mischell had me describe my sexual history you've already read about and told me things about myself I'd never realized. How my need to please could only be satisfied by a dominant lover and how I was born to be her slave. The more I talked and the more she explained the closer and closer I got to orgasming. She warned me not to cum or there would be consequences. She taught me to call her mistress. She told me that I would be spending the rest of the weekend learning how to please her and that I would only be allowed to cum when she decided I had earned it.
My mind was gone. My fingers were flying over my clit and my eyes were closed. She kept warning me not to cum, but I was right on the edge and didn't think I could stop myself. I was panting in need and moaning with desire. My mistress ordered me to stop playing with myself and to place my hands on the top of my head. I screamed "Noooo," but reluctantly did what she asked. She told me to look at her and I opened my eyes. She was still lying on her side facing the dresser. She had her left leg bent exposing her juicy pussy to me.
"Look at me Brooke. This is what you want isn't it. This pussy demands your worship. From now on if you want to cum you will show it the proper respect it deserves."
She continued to lay out the details of our arrangement while slowly, tantalizingly, running her finger over her soft petals. My eyes were focused completely on her pussy.
"From now on the first thing you will do if we are alone when we meet is drop to your knees and kiss my foot. If we are not alone, I will hold out my hand to steady you. That is my signal to you that you are to pay homage to my body and call me mistress. If we are not alone and I do not hold out my hand, then I expect you to address me as Auntie Mischell, but you will still pay me the upmost respect at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress," I replied. Just saying the words caused my pussy to contract.
"Very good slave. You will find I am a tough and demanding mistress, but also fair. If you do as you are told you will be rewarded with orgasms to numerous to count and so strong you will pass out. The opposite is also true. If you fail to serve me well, you will be punished severely. Do you accept those terms?"
"Yes mistress," I cooed along with a big smile.
She tossed me the vibrator.
"Turn this on and fuck yourself. I want you to fuck yourself long and hard. Like I said I would do it myself if my back was OK, but that time will come soon enough."
I did as she commanded. The vibrations and feeling of fullness rocked me to my core.
"Look into my eyes slave as you do that. Remember your pussy belongs to me now."
I moved my attention from her pussy to her face. She wasn't smiling. She was stern like a school teacher catching a student cheating on a test.
"You will not play with yourself anymore and you will not fuck around on campus. Only I will decide when you've been good enough to cum."
I continued to fuck myself, but my ability to hold back my climax was nearing its end.
"You will spend the rest of today and tomorrow learning to please me. This week I want you to decide whether the slave life is right for you. Unless I miss my guess, you will struggle not to play with yourself or find somebody to fuck you. That is fine. You're a slut and I know that. Your actions at the rave and car dealer's party you told me about prove to me why you need discipline. If you're good, I'll give you time off to be a slut. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress. Please mistress may I cum now?" I begged.
"I like the begging. Hold off just a little longer," she replied.
I struggled to hold back. The vibrations were so strong and my arousal was so enflamed that I was moaning constantly and continued to beg whenever my breath would allow.
"I'm going to let you cum soon, slut," my new mistress said. I want you to remember this moment. Your life has changed. From now on you are slave Brooke and are my property to do with as I please."
I continued to look at her face. I couldn't talk. All I could do is nod as she pronounced my fate.
"I'm going to have you count down from 20. Every number will bring you deeper into your submission to me. When you reach 0 you may cum and your transformation will be complete. Do you understand and agree to become my slave?"
"Yes mistress. God yes mistress," I should.
"Good. You may begin. Slowly."
I would have counted down as fast as I could, but she made me wait at least 5 seconds between each number. It was the longest minute and a half in my life, but when I reached 0 my body exploded in the most mind numbing orgasm of my life. I climaxed so hard I bounced my back off the wall and I squirted juice up from my pussy. I lost all sense of connection with the environment around me as I was consumed by pleasure. I had no idea what I had just committed myself to and at that moment I didn't care. I was at least a minute before I started to come back to reality. When I finally could focus again I saw my aunt smiling ear to ear enjoying my show.
"We've only just begun, kitten," she said.
"Yes mistress," I responded with love.