Making College Free Ch. 9

Alexis and Rebeccah were practically giddy as they reentered the frat house. After so long away, it felt like coming home. Even more so for Rebeccah given her new found sexual freedom. High on endorphins, adrenaline and arousal, she was stripping out of her clothes as she entered the door and screaming, “Come and get it boys!”

Alexis grabbed her arm, giggling, and pulled her upstairs while Chen followed them in shaking his head. “Easy there, babe,” Alexis said, “You can’t give the poor boys a heart attack like that.”

“Why not… I want to get FUCKED!” she said, screaming the last word so the whole house could hear. She noticed a girl she’d never seen before sitting in the foyer beneath them, frowning up at them. The girl was shooting daggers at Rebeccah and fingering a large, bright, prominent gold cross around her neck. “Fuck her,” Rebeccah thought, turning and heading to Alexis’s bedroom.

Chen had the bed setup fifteen minutes later and Rebeccah immediately hopped on, shaking her ass at Chen in an inviting manner. “Want one more run, stud?” she said over her shoulder.

“My god, I’ve created a monster,” Alexis said with a huge grin. Rebeccah simply responded by grabbing Alexis’s t-shirt with one hand and yanked her over, kissing her girlfriend passionately.

Chen snickered behind them and said, “I wish I could but I’m taking the same train back and it leaves in an hour… Kinda wish I’d booked a stay overnight.”

“Mmmm… your loss. That’s just more pussy for the rest of the boys though,” Rebeccah said with a laugh. “First though, I’m trying out this bed!”

“Hell yeah,” Alexis said, climbing in beside her and flinging her quickly discarded clothing across the room.

“Have fun you two,” Chen said, excusing himself. Alexis waved goodbye then started fiddling with the controls.

“Let’s start at a 5 and see how we like it?”

“MMmm… sounds terrific, lover,” Rebeccah said, giving her a slightly more tender kiss than before.

“My little Becki slut,” Alexis said.

“My little Lexi whore,” Rebeccah replied with a grin.

The two lovers lay in their new bed, enjoying the pleasant sensations that washed over them. At first, it was just a mild sense of pleasure. Like being massaged over your whole body but without any actual touch. As they relaxed, the machine really kicked in. Rebeccah felt like she was right on the peak of orgasm but in a dreamy, sleepy kind of way. She wasn’t even sure how or when she fell asleep as her conscious mind melded with unconscious thoughts. She imagined… or maybe she dreamed? About fucking every guy in the house. Running train after train of endless cock. Being covered in cum as she’s fucked like a rag doll. Or tied up and whipped. Or fucked until she couldn’t think anymore and her brain was broken and she was just a doll… a hollow bimbo with three holes for cock.

An hour later, she woke up and stretched. Her whole body felt recharged but also like it was on fire. She dipped her fingers into her cunt, finding it so wet that she briefly wondered if Chen had returned and fucked her while she slept. The idea coupled with the brief touch almost caused her to cum right then. She looked over at Alexis who was still sleeping, gently twitching on the bed as the pleasure hit her in her sleep. She left a small note on the door, “Gone to fuck,” and slipped on a pair of stockings and high heels. She looked at herself in the mirror, surprised by the hyper sexual woman staring back at her. She imagined getting tattoos like Alexis wanted. Getting her nipples pierced. Maybe even her clit. She imagined spending the rest of her life as some easy college frat fuck slut. God she needed to get fucked!

She yanked the door open, leaving the room and immediately running into Brent in the hallway.

“Ohh… hey you big stud,” she said in a flirty way, “I’m back and more ready than ever. You want a blow job… or maybe I’m finally ready for more?”

Brent blushed at her brazen words and stammered for a moment before there was a blatantly clearing throat that sounded from behind and beside him. “Oh… uh… yeah… Rebeccah… This is Christin… she’s my uh… uhmm....,” he stuttered, lost for words.

“I’m his girlfriend,” the girl said with all the snootiness she could muster. “And who are you?”

The vitriol she was getting from the girl took her aback. Sure, she’d offered a guy a blowjob when he was standing right next to his girlfriend but she hadn’t known they were together. This was something to laugh at. Not to get pissed over! “I’m Rebeccah… uhh… you know… Alexis’s...”

She was interrupted by a shriek of irritation from the girl, “And WHO is Alexis?” Christin said. When Rebeccah didn’t respond quickly enough she turned to Brent, hands on her hips and snapped, ‘Brent? Who is Alexis? Some other whore who lives here?”

“What… no… she doesn’t get paid for sex… well… I mean… room and board… but…”

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed, “This is a brothel!”

“What… no, baby,” he said, reaching out to her.

“I told you not to call me that. I’m not your ‘baby’. I’m not your ‘girl’. I’m a Christian woman and if you want to be with me you have to treat me respectfully,” she said with a snide tone. “The other gentlemen,” she continued, loading the last word with all the sarcasm she could muster, “here can enjoy these two jezebels. You belong to me and that’s the way it will be if you want to be with me,” she suddenly turned all sweet and pressed up against him, “You do want to be with me, right Brent?”

“Uhh… yeah… of course, Christin.”

“Good boy,” she said, patting the much larger man on the chest before standing on her tiptoes to give him the tiniest of pecks on the lips.

Rebeccah was still trying to process the girl’s rudeness but decided to try to make amends. “Sorry, Christin,” she said extending her hand. “Brent told us about you but I didn’t realize you two had gotten together. We’re really happy because Brent seemed to really want to date you.”

The woman stood up straight, puffing her chest out and pointedly not shaking the extended hand. “I’m sure you could get a great guy like Brent if you respected yourself enough to save yourself for marriage. Gentlemen don’t buy cows that give away the milk for free.”

“Well fuck you very much,” Rebeccah wanted to say. Instead, she gritted her teeth and managed, “I’m actually Alexis’s girlfriend. She and I are a couple.”

“You’re… lesbians?” the girl asked, inflecting the word with a surprising amount of venom. Rebeccah hadn’t heard of anyone having that reaction in years. The world had pretty much moved on from homophobia though she knew there were still people that harbored those thoughts. “But you asked Brent to give him… oral sex,” she said as if the last two words caused her physical pain.

“We’re homoromantic but bisexual,” she said, clarifying.

“Oh my goodness… dear… you’re so deluded and confused,” the girl said in as condescending a tone as Rebeccah had ever heard. “There may be some poor misguided sinners that think homosexuality is okay. But even they understand the concept of picking a type. And none of that means you have to be such an easy slut!”

Despite Rebeccah having imagined herself as exactly that just five minutes earlier, hearing this girl pass judgement on her like that really bothered her. Before she could say anything though, a clear, high pitched voice behind her respond, “No need to be a bitch to my girl.” Rebeccah felt Alexis’s hand snake around her waist and brush the underside of her full breasts. She was still feeling the afterglow of the bed and the gentle, sensual touch caused her to take a sharp breath.

Christin krinkled her nose in disgust at the sexual display, and the harsh words of Alexis. “I am not a B,” she said.

“Geezus,” Alexis said, fingers snaking up to brush Rebeccah’s hard nipple, “You can’t even say the word. Someone’s got a real stick up her ass.” The other girl started to protest but Alexis continued, “Well… probably not. You’d probably tell me that was some sort of sodomy and a sin, right? I bet you’ve never been laid,” she said.

“I’m a virgin,” the girl said with pride. Rebeccah took a long look at her for the first time. She was very attractive. She was shorter than Rebeccah but a couple inches taller than Alexis, which wasn’t hard. Her dirty blonde hair was long and straight, hanging down well past her ass. She was built like a gymnast, strong, well muscled legs and shoulders with well toned arms.  Her white blouse was buttoned all the way up, hiding all of her chest and she was wearing a knee length plaid pleated skirt. It was the opposite of sexy catholic school girl. Frumpy Episcopalean? The thought made Rebeccah give a small, wry smile.

“I’m sure you are. Have you ever even had an orgasm?”

“Alexis, I…,” Brent started but Christin cut him off.

“I can stand up for myself, Brent!,” she said before turning to Alexis, “That’s none of your business,” she said snippily.

“See, Becki. That’s how a prudish little bitch says, ‘I’m too much of a little priss to even talk about sex.;”

“Masturbation is a sin,” she said desperately, suddenly feeling like she’d lost control of the conversation.

“And that’s how a prudish little bitch says, ‘I’m too scared to get myself off.’”

The girl growled, “I am not scared. It’s a sin!” she said, her balls clenched into tiny little fists. She looked like she was going to punch someone in the face.

“A sin to be scared?” Alexis said, grinning as she teased the girl.

“What? No… a sin to give yourself over to sexual impulses outside of the marital bed.”

“So that’s your concern. You’re not strong enough to resist the temptation?”

“I’ve avoided the temptation for over 18 years,” she said.

Rebeccah gasped again, this time as Alexis pinched her nipple while the scene continued to unfold in front of her. “Sure… you’ve AVOIDED it,” Alexis said, moving in for the kill, “But you’re too weak to actually resist it, aren’t you?”

“I am not!” she said in a whine.

“How would you even know?”

“I…,” the girl said, now looking to Brent for help. Brent just shrugged which seemed to infuriate her even more, “I just know.”

“I bet you give me an hour with you and I’ll have you begging for release,” Alexis said.

“What? No… betting’s a sin. Sex is a sin. Homosexual sex is a really big sin. Why would I subject myself to that?”

“If you aren’t begging for an orgasm after an hour, Rebeccah and I will leave Brent alone for as long as you two are a couple.”

“Brent doesn’t want to touch dirty whores like you,” she said, looking up at Brent who failed to agree quick enough, “Oh my holy Moses!” she exclaimed, “You’ve been with these whores already haven’t you?”

“Well… I haven’t actually had sex with Rebeccah, Christin.”

“Brent!” the girl shouted in exasperation. “But you could easily stay true to me now that we’re together, right?”

“Easily?” he said, pondering the appropriateness of the adverb.

“BRENT!” Christin screamed, this time hitting his strong beefy arm with her tiny fist. He didn’t even flinch.

“I mean… you want to stay a virgin and… I dunno… I want to, Christin. I do. But didn’t your pastor talk about how weak the flesh is at the sermon?”

“That wasn’t the point!” Christin said slapping her forehead. “It wasn’t a sermon about how you have excuses to give in.”

“Yeah… but God will forgive me if I do, right?”

“But I won’t!” she said in desperation.

Rebeccah was starting to feel bad for the girl and she said, “Brent likes you, Christin. But you’ve only been dating for a couple weeks and he has no physical history with you. And you don’t sound like you want to give him anything… He’s a strong, virile man and he has needs. You really think him being celibate while you’re gone is going to happen.”

Alexis licked Rebeccah’s ear from beside her as a reward for her slutty logic. Truthfully, ever since she’d bumped into Brent, all she’d been able to think about was the image of Alexis sliding down on his massive shaft… and how much she now wished that had been her.

“You two heathens are awful. Brent… you’re moving out of this den of iniquity!”

“Christin… you know I can’t. It’s part of my scholarship. And it’s too late to find another place even if my parents could afford it.”

Christin rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration, “Let’s go talk!” she said, grabbing the big man’s meaty hand and dragging him back to his room.

“Wow… that was interesting,” Rebeccah said.

“Yeah… what a judgemental bitch. I never would have given Brent pointers if I’d know what he was getting himself into.”

“Too bad she didn’t call your bluff?”

“Bluff? I never bluff!” Alexis said, “No way do I let a great cock like Brent’s wither to dust and go to waste on some prude who wouldn’t even know what to do with it!” she said. “But that’s tomorrow’s problem,” she gave Rebeccah a little slap on the ass. “Didn’t you leave me a note about wanting to get fucked?”

“Oh yeah,” she said, “That little nap left me so on edge. I nearly jumped Brent’s bones the moment I saw him.”

Alexis laughed, “That would have been a painful mistake, sweetie. You gotta walk before you run… or maybe with his cock the better metaphor is you have to crawl before you sprint!” she said and they laughed.

“It’s that bad?”

“It’s that good!” Alexis said, prompting another set of laughs. “Let’s start you out with something easy… like Tony or Pete. Freshmen are always great for a quick fuck. And they’re soooo grateful afterwards!” she said.

“Hey… I’m a freshman,” Rebeccah said, following after Alexis as the petite redhead skipped rapidly down the stairs.

“Yeah… and you’re always super grateful,” she said. Rebeccah called after her as she tried to catch up, briefly annoyed at her choice of five inch heels.  “Oh Pete… Pete?” Alexis called. A tall, lanky black guy stuck his head out from the hallway.

“What’s up, Alexis?” he said. Pete was a freshman on the volleyball team. Rebeccah had blown him multiple times and knew from previous experience that he had really good stamina. Just the thought of him pounding her with his big dick had her pussy clenching.

Alexis turned to Rebeccah and snapped her fingers, then pointed promptly to the ground. “Crawl first, Rebeccah, remember,” she said with a prim little smile. Rebeccah looked confused for a moment then returned the smile and nodded, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling over to Pete. “Rebeccah learned something on Christmas vacation… tell him Becki,” Alexis prompted.

Emboldened by arousal, Rebeccah looked up and said, “Silly little Becki learned that she’s a silly little slut who likes cock.” She tried to sound like the bubble headed cheerleaders she’d seen Pete talk to at games. It was a lesson Alexis had taught her. The better you can push a guy’s personal kinks, the better you’d get fucked.

“Wait… really? You sure Rebeccah?”

“Like… totally sure… I fucked a boy on vacation and now I’m ready for a real man,” she said, nuzzling against Pets’s upper thigh. Pete looked at Alexis who gave him a thumbs up and gestured for him to continue. “Are you going to bend me over and stick your thing in my… in my pussy?” Her voice was timid and almost innocent. Her thoughts, anything but.

“Yeah, baby girl. Pete’s gonna give you what that little pussy’s been craving.”

“Goodie,” she said. She leaned up onto her knees and clapped her hands together. She then snaked her hand up his shorts and across his ass, caressing his well muscled butt and lower back as she explored her soon-to-be lover. Her head tilted up and he grabbed her chin, guiding her back onto her feet before he leaned forward, giving her a kiss that was, at first, quite tender but quickly became more and more insistent. “Yesss,” she whimpered when he broke the kiss. He picked her up and she let out a truly involuntary girlish squeal. She continued making out with him, dimly aware of Alexis following them, as they walked down the hall back to the library. There was nobody inside and Pete quickly grabbed her and brought her to the couch.

“You want it hard and rough, or slow and soft?”

“Mmmm… with that big thick cock of yours, I want both. How about we start slow and then you can ram me as hard as you fucking want,” she said, forgetting the airheaded bimbo persona momentarily. Pete simply nodded, mesmerized by her body as she swayed to an inaudible rhythm. “Take your clothes off, Pete?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped off his shirt and shorts, then ripped his underwear off and threw it to the side. His cock was there, proudly jutting out from his body. It was solidly above average but not the intimidating fuck stick that she knew dangled between Brent’s legs. Nevertheless, it was a little bigger than Chen and she already felt the need welling up within her to have it buried inside her.

“God, I really am becoming a slut,” she whispered.

Pete thought she was talking to him and he gave a low chuckle, “Yeah you are baby. But you’re a fucking hot piece of ass too,” he said. His hands reached out and stroked her hip, sending ripples of anticipatory pleasure through her body. The way he was looking at her. The sheer, unmitigated objectification. She found herself craving it. Chen had been… thoughtful. Kind. He’d fucked her, sure. But it had been only one step removed from making love. She realized looking at Pete and his big, stiff cock that that wasn’t what her body craved. She didn’t want to be made love to. She loved Alexis. She could get tender and sweet from her. What she wanted from these boys was to get absolutely pounded until her whole body was sore and she couldn’t think straight.

She walked forward, reveling in the look of hunger in Pete’s eyes. “Yeah, baby? You gonna fuck me like those stupid bimbo cheerleaders you hang out with?”

“You know it,” he said, voice full of bravado.

“MMmm… Like… I totally am jealous of those girls, Pete. I totally need to get slammed like a cheap cunt,” she said. Then, a thought occurred to her and she smiled as she whispered, “Why don’t you give this bitchy little dyke a nice, thorough hate fuck. Show me why I shouldn’t be a dumb little rug muncher.”

Pete growled, the words finding their mark. If she wanted him to turn her straight, he was sure as hell gonna do it. He grabbed her hair roughly, yanking her down to his lap. She started to giggle but it was muffled by the stiff cock grinding into her lips. She kissed and licked it, finally coming up enough to take it into her mouth and straight down her throat. All the blow job practice she’d been getting was very handy as she was able to take him fully. She murmured happily as he pistoned her up and down, fucking her mouth with his cock. “Yeah baby. You like that big dick? You want that black cock in your pussy, don’t you slut?”

She came up, gasping and panting and said, “Oh no… I’m a good little lesbian. My pussy is only for my girlfriend to lick,” she said. Her voice was all sweetness and light but the expression on her face was sultry and wicked. She felt a hunger and a lust that she knew she wasn’t hiding. She didn’t want to hide it anymore.

“Oh you dumb little bitch. That does it,” he said and picked her up, eliciting a yelp from her as he flung her over his strong shoulder. He flung her down on the couch and immediately grabbed her ankles, spinning her around and putting his hands between her shoulder blades to forcibly hold her in place. Her pussy flexed, clenching against open air in anticipation of the violation she knew was about to happen. That she wanted. Needed.

Pete spat in his hand, rubbing his cock and then her pussy before spreading her lips and sliding his cock in. He gave her one long, slow thrust to get used to his girth before pulling out and then slamming back in again. She screamed and her vision went black as pleasure coursed through her body like electricity. Her whole body tensed as she wailed in pleasure, her legs flailing uselessly as her hands stretched out looking for something to grip. Pete’s hand gripped her hair and he mercilessly pounded her for what seemed like an eternity.

The sensations were so different. The plastic, high tech strap on that Alexis used was amazing, but the real thing was so much better. And Pete’s cock felt perfect inside of her. It filled her up just right, touching everywhere and causing her brain to melt with the barrage of pleasure. She was dimly aware of the words Pete was saying. The things that were horrible. Degrading. Humiliating. She was also very much aware of her own words encouraging him. That thought trickled through her brain and energized her cunt, causing her to squeeze his hammering member tightly.

“Damn girl. You’re fucking tight as hell… Guess you really have been holding out on us. This is one tight fucking hole you’ve got there. What about the other one? I bet it’s even tighter,” he said, probing her ass with his thumb. The sensation of it opening her up as his cock continued to slam into her was overwhelming and she slipped her fingers between her legs, strumming her clit to an instant orgasm.

“Geezus… who’s that fucking slut, Pete?” The voice was someone knew entering the room, laughing as Pete railed Rebeccah’s eager body to second orgasm. “Oh shit… Rebecca?” he said. Rebeccah looked up through half vacant eyes. It was Jack. Rebeccah’s mouth watered at the thoughts of his yummy cum in her mouth.

“Fuck… yeah… fuck… Jack… c’mon… fuck yesssss… bring that… oh fuck… fucking cock over… Geezus, Pete… here, Jack… Shove it in my… FUCK!” she screamed as another orgasm ripped through her, this one accompanied by a sharp smack on her ass from Pete. When she finally opened her eyes again she managed to say, “mou…” before Jack’s shaft jammed into her face. She opened her jaw wide, eagerly accepting the offering as he gripped her head with two hands and started humping wildly against her mouth.

Alexis watched from the corner, her fingers slowly playing with her pussy as she watched the two guys manhandle her girlfriend. She got her phone out and started filming it, knowing Rebeccah would want to watch it again later. The thought of eating Becki’s sloppy, destroyed pussy while she rewatched her own debauchery was making her own pussy drool in hunger. She thought about joining her girlfriend. Images of the two of them kneeling next to each other on the couch while guy after guy fucked them both were very enticing. However, she restrained herself. This was Rebeccah’s moment. More than that though, Alexis wanted to watch.

Rebeccah’s screams of ecstasy had attracted another guy. Tony, another Freshmen wandered in. “Oh wow,” he said.

Pete’s eyes lit up and he yanked Rebeccah off Jack’s cock. Her mouth gaped and her head actually bobbed a couple more times involuntarily as if Jack’s shaft was still pumping in and out of her throat. “Perfect. Tony can help us get this bitch airtight,” he said. “Let’s show this dyke what her holes are actually for.”

The two other guys glanced at each other, not sure how to take Pete’s words. Rebeccah didn’t have any doubts though. “Oh yeah… fucking use my holes guys. Gimme all that nice, hot, sticky, gooey, yummy cum.”

Pete laid down on the couch and Rebeccah climbed on top of him, slamming herself down onto his cock and letting out a sigh of pleasure that sounded more like relief. Relief to be filled up after a miserable 30 seconds of being empty. She leaned forward, accepting Jack’s cock again as he repositioned. As she ground her cunt up and down on Pete’s glorious cock, she felt the couch shift and then Tony’s fingers working her ass. She had a brief thought that just 24 hours ago she’d never had a real man in her. Now she was about to have three at once. The ultimate slut move. Something that Alexis would be proud to watch. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw Alexis standing there, one hand fingering herself while the other filmed the scene. The thought of watching herself get gang fucked entered her mind at the precise moment that Tony was entering her ass.

She screamed. A scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure as she was filled up. Her throat vibrating around Jack’s shaft caused him to twitch and increase his pace. Suddenly, all three men were hammering her awkwardly. It took a minute for them to find their rhythm but when they did…

The orgasm that tore through her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. One long, continuous wave of pleasure that washed over her traveling across her body and down to her cunt over and over. She rode that wave as the three men rode her, only vaguely aware as first Tony, and then Jack came. Jack’s spurts covered her face, causing Pete to dodge the drips of cum with a laugh as he bucked his hips up into her before, finally, filling her pussy with the cum it had been trying to milk out of him for the last twenty minutes.

“Damn, Lexi… she’s a fine fuck,” he said, pulling out from underneath her.

Lexi didn’t respond, instead holding the camera out to him as she dove between her lover’s legs and started slurping their mixed love juices out of the raw, red hole. Rebeccah squealed then relaxed, splaying her legs out wide and stroking Alexis’s hair. “MMMmm… that’s it, baby,” she murmured, “We’re both free use sluts now.”

That was the last coherent thought she had that night. It was the best night of her life.