Chapter 5
Robin was asleep by the time she got home. She was glad of that, and also disappointed. She was both afraid of letting the little blonde know what had happened and excited about what her reaction would be. Somehow, it would seem nice to have someone think she was acting slutty for a change.
She would have like to show off, regal the blonde girl with the sordid details, tell her about how she came and came with a hard male cock up inside her. Maybe Robin would get excited, maybe she'd want to fuck with Brooke. She'd never shown any signs of liking girls before, but then neither had Brooke.
Brooke had taken a shower at the motel. Now, she undressed slowly, tossing her clothes aside carelessly. She'd used to undress quickly, not wanting Robin to see her. She'd always don a nightie before slipping off her panties. Now, she stripped slowly, though Robin was asleep.
Just having her in the room made Brooke excited as she stripped to the buff. She didn't jump into bed right away either. She bent forward, spreading her legs slightly as she folded back the covers, and imagined Robin gazing at her from across the room, seeing her pussy cleft.
She moved back and forth between her bed and dresser, doing little tasks, then finally turned off the low light and moved to the window. She gazed out into the courtyard for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the cool night air on her naked flesh.
She wondered what it would be like to be naked outdoors, to have sex outdoors. What if people saw? A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of people seeing her naked, lusting after her, men and women both. She turned around, gazing at Robin, laying on her side, her eyes closed in sleep.
She sighed and moved to her own bed and climbed in, then pulled the covers over herself. Her hand slid down between her legs and she began to rub at her clitty, feeling the heat welling up inside her as she worked her fingers in and out.
Robin was gone when she woke the next morning. She threw back the covers, spreading her legs wide and slowly masturbated until she'd cum. Only then did she get out of bed and start getting ready for classes. It was early. Usually, when she knew she'd have an early class, she showered the night before so she wouldn't have to use the busy shower facilities here.
It had always embarrassed her being naked around other naked girls. Now the idea made her excited. She didn't know what was happening to her. The fucking with Bruce hadn't diminished her lustful fantasies and dreams, quite the opposite. Not only was she aroused but she felt less inhibitions than she ever had before.
She put on a robe, not even tying it tightly as she made her way down to the bathroom. There were three girls at the counter applying makeup and brushing their hair. Four more girls were having showers, their bodies gleaming wetly as the water cascaded down around them.
Brooke's eyes raced across their luscious nubile bodies, taking in the rounded ass cheeks and high, firm breasts, the flat bellies and puffy cunt mounds. She tossed her robe on a hook, a bolt of electricity shooting into her cunt just from being naked among so many others.
She stepped up onto the shower platform and turned on the water, raising her hands up to her hair as she stroked it and arched her back. She imagined herself on a stage, with hundreds of people watching her naked body, imagined herself jerking off like she had last night for the mirror, and them watching it, getting excited.
She imagined them coming up after her, fucking her, raping her, imagined herself surrounded by hot naked flesh, cock after cock coming at her. She closed her eyes and lips, moaning softly, running her hands down across her swollen, rounded breasts, feeling the hard erect nipples scratch along her palms.
She was intensely aware of the women on either side of her as they showered, their hands also moving over their bodies, hands casually mashing across softly rounded breasts and buttocks as they soaped up or rubbed the soap off. Four more women entered the room, one going to the bathroom stalls and three taking off robes and climbing up onto the platform.
One of the other girls finished her shower and turned off the water, stepping away from the platform and drying herself with her towel. Brooke began to soap herself up, rubbing softly across her breasts, then down her belly and between her legs, trying to look as casual as possible while deriving the maximum pleasure.
Her body tingled with erotic excitement, but she continued the shower, letting the water beat down on her as she enjoyed the naked female flesh. Several girls left and others entered.
She delighted in the small compact body of an oriental girl, licked her lips at the big, buxom blonde from down the hall, sighed in pleasure at the delightful, exquisitely cute little redhead who had the room across from her, and murmured her appreciation of a tall black woman, her black flesh gleaming wetly, her nipple huge and tasty looking.
Finally, she stepped down from the stall and began to dry off. Again, she'd always pulled on her robe before doing anything else. Now she stayed naked, as other girls often did, and began to brush, then dry her hair, bending forward against the counter so her ass stuck out for anyone watching.
Only when she'd finished did she pull on her robe, gather her things and hurry down the hall to her room. As soon as she was inside, she tore off the robe and jumped under her bed, grabbing the big black dildo and hauling it out. She stood it on its base on the floor, squatting over it as she had Bruce's cock, then slowly lowered herself, taking inch after inch up into her quivering wet cunt tube. She groaned in pleasure as the hard rubber forced her hole open.
She dropped down, impaling herself on the hard black cock, taking it to the hilt as her pussy lips touched the floor. She held it by the base as she began to raise and lower herself. Then she let go briefly, and to her surprise, the thing stayed in place, not lifting as she raised her cunt.
She didn't try and puzzle it out since she was far too aroused. She shifted her weight from her feet to her knees, then began to hump her ass up and down with much faster strokes, rocking herself up and dropping herself down, taking the big black cock into her as she imagined herself on Bruce, or on some big black stud.
Maybe she would do it again, find some guy to fuck her, this time a big black guy with a big black cock like her dildo. Maybe one who would tie her up too. Her images had involved more and more submissiveness and bondage of late, a product of Bruce's leather binding.
She grunted repeatedly, at the thought, her ass sliding up and down on the tube of rubber cockmeat. Then she came, groaning and whimpering and sobbing in delighted ecstasy, her cunt sizzling and boiling around the dildo as she rutted up and down.
Only after she'd calmed down did she see that the base of the dildo was cunningly worked so it would function as a suction cup. She had to pull quite hard before it popped free from the wooden floor and came up in her hand.
She hid it in the corner under her bed, then got dressed. She wished now that she had some slutty clothes like Robin's, though they'd be entirely inappropriate for classes. Still, she decided to get some, just to wear around the campus, maybe to the pub. The thought of men seeing her in tight revealing clothes made her pulse race.
She didn't know how it had happened. Brooke sat on her bed, staring at the wall, trying to puzzle things out, trying to figure out what had motivated her behaviour today. And trying to think about the possible consequences.
She'd gone to her classes as normal, then had come her visit with Professor Evans to discuss her Contracts paper. He had to give approval for her topic. She'd barely stepped into his small, cosy office and set her eyes on him sitting there in his shirt, sleeves rolled up, when she'd gotten this incredibly graphic image of fucking him, of riding up and down on his cock.
She'd flushed and turned her eyes away to regain her control, then gone over to sit down next to him. Evans's desk was placed against the wall, between a pair of tall filing cabinets. That way he was next to the student instead of across from them. A lot of teachers did that.
Sitting next to him though, Brooke felt less like a student with a teacher and more like a woman with a man. She chatted easily, happily, Evans commenting on various difficulties she might run into. Brooke had felt herself heating up more and more, despite her wishes.
They'd both been leaning forward as they discussed the papers on the desk, and her left breast had pushed against his arm. She'd drawn back as if an electric charge had hit her, but then, after a brief interval, she'd pushed back against his arm again, pushing hard enough to squeeze her breast meat out of shape.
Her cunt was steaming with fuck juice, desperate desire poured through her veins. Evans turned to look at her, his arm pushing back hard against her breath. She'd been too breathless to even think, let alone say anything.
He'd leaned forward, gazing at her eyes, and he'd abruptly grabbed her, mashing her lips against his. He'd stumbled to his feet, jerking her up with him. Her body pressed against his, arms around his shoulders. His hand had come down and squeezed her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
He'd twisted around so she was pressed against the desk and a filing cabinet. His right hand had shot down as their lips mashed and slid together. He'd pulled her skirt up higher and higher, until her scanty pink bikini panties were visible.
Then he'd cupped her cunt, hot and wet through the panties. He'd waited but a moment, then peeled her sopping panties down her hips and thighs until they dropped at her feet. He shoved her left leg up onto the desk, exposing her crotch. He continued to press her back against the desk and filling cabinet, his hands roughly roaming over her body.
His hand cupped and squeezed her crotch, rubbing up and down as she cooed and groaned and whimpered in hot pleasure. His lips were soft and demanding, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. He pushed her back further, his hand fumbling at his fly, unzipping it.
He pulled out a hard, bulging erection and rubbed it up and down against her drooling fuck slit. Brooke wept in desperation, grabbing for it. Then Evans thrust upward, driving it high into her belly. She gasped, her head rocking back and slamming against the filing cabinet.
Evans thrust hard against her, rocking the cabinet and desk as he drove his prick up and down her cunt hole. He grabbed her left leg up high, shoving the leg upwards and back against the filing cabinet, spreading her as he humped hard against her splayed body.
His mouth, his teeth, were at her throat. He sucked harshly, his teeth chewing and nibbling, his tongue flicking in and out like a hot wet dart, stabbing into her with sharp little pin pricks of lust. Both of them fumbled at her shirt. He pulled it open as Brooke reached for the catch between her bra cups, and popped it.
Her bra fell apart and Evan's mouth dove down and mashed against her tit. He rubbed his face from side to side in her cleavage as she gripped her twin titties and mashed them together around his head. Then he lifted his face and sucked in her left nipple, biting and sucking on it as he gripped her ass cheeks and ground his loins up into her crotch.
Her arms were around his shoulders and her legs soon rose too, encircling him. Half her weight was on the edge of the desk, the other half in the professor's clasping, squeezing hands. She bounced up and down on his cock as he rocked back and forth, sliding his bulging cock tool in and out of her dripping pud.
She squealed with pleasure as she came, her back arching, her tits pushing up at him. Her head rolled from side to side against the filing cabinet.
Evans bit down hard on her left nipple, trying to swallow the delicious soft meat while he bounced her up and down. Then abruptly he pulled her around, shoving her belly against the desk, bending her over.
He seemed urgent, desperate. His hands pushed hard on her back, forcing her chest down against his paper strewn desktop. He kneed her legs wide apart and Brooke stared dizzily at the wall inches before her eyes as she felt his cock thrust hard against her cunt entrance.
"uuuHHUUUUUhhhhhhuuuu!!" she gasped, as his hard prong cleaved her folded pussy lips, driving deep into her cunt tunnel with his first hard thrust. He pulled back, then rammed forward, forcing himself balls deep inside her lush, velvety tunnel.
"OH! OH YES! OHHHhhhhhh!!!" she groaned, feeling his cock deep inside her belly. His hands grasped her hips and he jerked himself free, then thrust hard again, his cock stuffed into her sheath. He began to hurriedly fuck her exposed twat hole with furious strokes, his cock pounding in and out, his hips smacking softly against her buttocks, the sound deadened by the pants he still wore.
Brooke grasped the far side of the desk, her eyes mere slits as powerful sensations of sexual abandon locked her body. She jerked and quivered as the professor pistoned his fuck tool in her sucking wet tunnel. She whimpered, dazed, her fingers clutching the end so tight she broke several fingernails.
She let her head drop, her face rolling on the desk, then she felt the professor's hands around her thighs, lifting them up and apart as he began grunting madly and pounding his cock into her with savage strokes, his body thumping against her crotch with bruising force, rocking her and the desk.
She came, whining and jerking and quivering like a maddened cur, her cunt squeezing and spasming around his skewering cock tool. Evans cursed, ripping his cock in and out of the shuddering girl, his balls turning red and then white as his jism spewed out, fire-hosing up into the Brooke's belly, wad after wad pumping up her sucking hole until she had sucked him dry.
Her parting had been awkward. He'd been impatient for her to be gone and her mind had still been reeling. She'd pulled her shirt together and stumbled out of the office, leaving both her books and her panties behind. Now she was afraid to go back.
How could she ever face him again? What would he think of her? Certainly there was no way he would ever have any respect for her again. She could just forget his class: She'd have to take it over next semester with a different teacher.
But what was the point anyway? If she had such a lack of control of herself she was doomed to go attacking men at random. She'd no doubt be fucking her other teachers before long, those that didn't indignantly toss her out of their offices.
How soon would it be before she attack Robin. The blonde girl would no doubt scream and run away, telling everyone in school about what a psychotic deviant her roommate, her ex-roommate was.
What was she going to do? She had to get rid of this burning heat between her legs. It took her over completely and made any rational thinking impossible. There had to be a way to bring it under control. She thought about it for a while, but the only answer that came to her was to keep fucking people.
She could remember the first time she'd seen one of the porno movies on the TV. She'd been astonished, and incredibly turned on. For the first week or so, she'd gone down every night, even sacrificing her studies to watch the lewd, carnal couplings.
Then she'd gotten bored with it. There were only so many ways to do it, after all, and after a week of watching, she'd seen them all. They lost their attraction. Maybe this would be the same. She'd only done it a couple of times, after all, maybe if she did it a lot more, she'd get bored with it and go back to her studies.
It would cost her in the short term, since she'd be sacrificing her studies, but in the long term her grades would be much better for getting this out of her system. That answer not only provided her with hope it also made her belly churn with excitement.
She sat there thinking for a while, trying to figure out how to go about getting the most possible sex in the shortest possible time. While she was figuring Robin bounced into the room and provided the answer.
She was sorting through her mail as she came in. "Hi." she said. "Hi."
"Oh shit!"
"What?"
"Huh, look at this."
"What is it?"
"It's an invitation from Delta Ki fraternity to their Friday beer bash."
"So?"
"SO? What do you... don't you know about those people?"
"Uh, uh."
"God, are you ever out of it. Look, I bet you got one too. You did!"
"So what?"
"Brooke! They're notorious. They invite every pretty girl they can find and hope to get them drunk so they can get their clothes off. They've been known to dope up their cookies and cakes, dose the punch or pepsi or anything else you drink, with hundred proof alcohol, whatever it takes to get your eyes rolling so they can get you upstairs. At least three girls have claimed they were gang raped there just this semester."
"Why doesn't the University do something about them?"
"Well, for one thing, none of the girls have been willing to press charges. And you know this place, without proof, forget it."
"So what girl would go to one of their parties?"
"Girls like you who don't know about them."
"Well, I'm not going to go."
"Well, that goes without saying." she laughed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh really, Brooke. You going to a party."
"What's so strange about that?"
"You just aren't the fun outgoing type, Brooke. You're too uptight to answer an invitation like that, even if they didn't have a reputation."
"I suppose I should sleep around like you."
"It can be fun sometimes." Robin grinned.
"Talk about reputations."
"Oh, come on. I don't have a reputation and I don't sleep around. I've fucked maybe... eight guys since I got here last year. Eight guys in two years isn't that bad."
"What about the guys in the summer?"
"So add another four or five. That's still not bad."
"It's not good."
"Well I'm sorry, but I don't have my thighs glued together like some people."
If only you knew, Brooke sighed.
She masturbated three times that evening. Luckily Robin had a date. After her second jerk-off session she tried to read the paper to take her mind off sex. What she found sent a hot blast through her brain. She often read the classifieds, looking for odds and ends for the room, and laughing at the personals.
In the want ads section were several small ads for what were quaintly called "Go-go girls" or "dancers". She had never had the slightest doubts about what those were, they were strippers. She'd never paid much attention to them other than the scrunch up her face unhappily at the amount of money they were offering.
Now the ads made her stomach churn and bounce and lurch. The very idea of standing up on a stage, just as she'd fantasised about, and taking her clothes off while men watched, the idea was so... so... frightening and at the same time, arousing. She had to pull down her pants and jerk off right away.
Could she do it, she wondered. She did know how to dance. She'd dated some in high school. She was in good shape, and had a good body. She knew that. Could she be that uninhibited. Just the idea of dancing before a crowd filled her with jitters, doing it naked...
She argued with herself all night and all the next day. The day after that she made her way down to the address on the ad and looked the place over. It was, as she'd known it would be, a strip joint. The problem was it was too close. She was sure a lot of its customers were students.
She drove further out onto the edge of town and found another strip joint. She parked and sat there for over an hour arguing with herself. The idea was still just as frightening, but it was even more arousing than before, so arousing she couldn't use logic to combat it.
As her arousal grew, her fear was overpowered and began to subside. She got out of the car and made her way up to the door of the bar, then went inside. The bartender directed her to the office and she went back there, passing through a darkened room full of tables where a few men, even at this early hour, sat watching the brightly lit stage.
There was a half naked girl up there, prancing around in only a G- string and bra. Brooke stared in excitement, then hurried past and into the office.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, I came about... about your ad."
"You ever stripped before?"
She shook her head.
"You got any idea what it's like?"
"I saw the girl out in the bar."
"Seein' ain't the same as doin'. God back out there, sit down and watch the show for a while. Come back in half an hour if you still want to."
So she went back outside and sat down at a table. She ordered a drink and sat there to watch the woman, a kind of skinny black girl. What she saw didn't deter her from her goal. What the girl was doing didn't seem very difficult. It wasn't a Dig production number or anything.
The girl stripped naked, then pranced around for a while longer. She bent over and showed them all her ass and pussy, she lay on her back, legs apart, and raised her ass up and down. She did a couple of somersaults and danced few more steps. Big deal.
Another girl came out, this one a fake blonde. She was wearing a sexy lacy outfit that she promptly began to strip off. Within a few minutes she was naked and pretty much copying the black girl. Brooke began to sniff in disdain. She'd seen far better than this in her movies.
In fact, she'd done better than this. She had taped one movie that had a sexy stripping from one of the performers and she'd been excited at the time by the lewdness and daring of the girl. She'd gone through the stripping several times and memorized it, then performed it alone for herself and her bedroom mirror.
She'd wanted to find a really sexy way of stripping in anticipation of losing her cherry to some boy, but she'd never gotten around to performing it for anyone but herself. She'd gradually lost much of her interest in boys and had concentrated on her studies, but she'd done the stripping thing for herself several times since then, though not recently.
She went back into the office. The manager looked up from his paperwork, surprised.
"You're back. So? You think you can do what they're doing and not scream and cry and run away."
"I can do lots better than that."
"Oh you can, huh. Well we'll see about that. You better remember though that this is early afternoon and there's hardly anyone here. The ones that are here are mostly sober. Tonight the place'll be packed with rowdies who are yelling up at you, asking if they can fuck you, if you'll come down and blow them. You think you can dance while that's goin' on." She nodded her head, getting excited by his words.
He picked up the phone.
"Jessie? Who else is back there? Good, bring em to the office right now." He hung up and turned to Brooke. "What's your name, honey?"
"Uh, Chris."
"Whatever you want, kid." He grinned. "You wanna strip, you can put on a show for me. I'll see if you're any good at it."
"Uh, here?"
"We never close out there so you ain't gonna get the stage unless it's for real."
Three women came in through the office door, trailed by a big, rough looking man.
"This is Jessie, Marie, and Summer, an' this is Rob. This here is Chris, an she's gonna put on a show for us."
Brooke reddened as five pairs of eyes turned on her. She swallowed nervously and looked around.
"Turn on some music, Jessie."
One of the women, a small brunette, looked disdainfully at Brooke, then passed by and turned on a cassette player. Pounding rock music came out of the machine.
"Now you get to pick your own music if I hire you, but you can dance to that for now. Go ahead. Show us what you got." With that he folded his arms. The other four either sat or leaned against walls. Brooke was in an open space about six feet to all sides.
She started to dance.