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Chapter 6 Portia
“Stacy,
shit, I’m sorry. I thought you’d gone home for the weekend,” cried Portia when
Stacy walked in the dorm room the two girls shared. Stacy frequently drove home to Weston Friday
nights not returning until Sunday evening. In the dim light allowed by drawn shades,
Stacy could see Portia had male company.
In a
residence hall where arguments between roommates were an everyday occurrence
Stacy and Portia had gotten along in spite of or maybe because they had little
in common. They’d remained on good terms
since the semester began. In most ways,
they were opposites.
“Stacy’s
a WASP princess and I’m a Goth peasant.
She’s rich. I’m poor. She’s tall, gorgeous, tanned, and blonde with
a big rack. I’m average height, okay
looking, sickly white, and a mousy brunette with an average rack. She’s a good girl. I’m a total slut.” was how
Portia summed it up.
Their
backgrounds were equally dissimilar.
Portia’s parents were elementary school teachers in
Portia
made pocket money playing for rehearsals and occasionally sitting in on
keyboard for a missing band member. The
two girls did not hang out together.
Stacy occasionally caught a glimpse of glimpse of Portia playing
different instruments with her Goth friends at the
Dorm life
had evolved an unwritten rule no boys would stay overnight if the other
roommate was present. Sex with the dorm
mate nearby was considered rude and bad form.
Both
girls were sophomores whose rooming together was brought about by the random
workings of the school’s housing computer.
Stacy’s freshman roommate and best friend, Adele, a girl she had known
from grade school, had dropped out after her freshman year. She currently lived in an ashram outside Mumbai
where she serviced her yoga master daily when she wasn’t busy selling herself
in the streets to earn money for him.
When
Stacy walked into the room, Portia was lying between the legs of one male
student sucking his cock while another was energetically taking her from
behind. The boy’s cock pummeling Portia’s rear reminded Stacy her own orifices
were sore and raw. The sounds and smells
of raw sex filled the small room.
“Something happened, I stayed with a friend,” said Stacy unsure of what
to say.
“I’ll
tell them to leave, Monk, Les, you have to go,” said Portia gasping for breath,
her hand still clutching the fully erect cock that seconds ago was lodged in
the entrance to her throat. Portia had a
taste for being manhandled and throat fucked.
If the light had been better, the hand prints on her flanks would have
been visible.
“Shit,
Portia, you said we could shag all afternoon. We’re tired of fucking you behind
the dumpster,” said the boy underneath Portia straining to look in Stacy’s
direction. Stacy recognized him as one
of Portia’s Goth musician friends, Les. They’d
been briefly introduced. His head was
shaved except for a narrow spiked stripe of green hair traversing the center of
his scalp. He was pierced to the point
of hideousness and heavily tattooed. The other student riding Port’s ass was
called Monk. His bodily adornment was similar to Les’s, spiked hair, multiple
piercing, and skin art it would take several minutes to properly view. Portia also had a Goth’s share of tattoos and
body piercing including a dual row of rings in her labia major.
But what
really caught Stacy’s attention in spite of her mental and emotional exhaustion
was the piercing of Les’s cock that at the moment was resting in Portia’s hand. A row of barbells was evenly spaced crosswise
along the bottom of his scrotum piercing the ridge of skin. The effect was to both decorate and tighten
his ball sack. Even more attention
getting was the large curved barbell piercing his cock head from the top
emerging through his piss hole.
Ouch
thought Stacy wondering what kind of anesthetic was used during the insertion
of the barbell. Stacy watched as Portia
tongued the metal balls on each end of the curved bar. A clicking sound emerged from her mouth, as her
pair of tongue studs came in contact with the other student’s hardware.
Her curiosity as to whether Monk was similarly
pierced was answered when Monk’s cock by intent or mistake slid onto the top of
Portia’s tattooed rear revealing a similar adornment. From somewhere, Stacy recalled having your
cock pierced in that fashion was referred to as a
The two
boys looked expectedly at Stacia, hoping she would decide to join them.
“No, it’s
all right. They can stay. Just keep it
down. I need to sleep. I’m exhausted,” said Stacy wondering how
anybody could find the courage to have their sexual organs pierced. Stacy had a strong aversion to pain of any
kind. That prompted Stacy to recall
Portia had several rings through her labia and a small half ring in the hood
over her clitoris. Rings pierced her nipples and there was a labret in her lip
in addition to the stud in her tongue.
Stacy’s parents had strictly forbidden her tattoos or piercing other
than her ear lobes.
“Been
fucking all night, huh, Stacy,” asked Monk holding his cock up for Stacy to see?
“Yes, I
think so,” said Stacy wearily bring a surprised look to Portia’s face. “I need to shower.”
Stacy
unconsciously set aside her normal modesty slipping out of her shirts and
jeans. The fact Monk and Les were
watching didn’t seem to matter. Portia
was surprised Stacy wasn’t wearing underwear and hadn’t gone into the bathroom
to undress.
“Join
us, Stacy. We got enough dick for the
two of you,” said Monk his hands firmly gripping Portia’s hips pulling her onto
his member.
“You
two leave Stacy alone or I’ll kick your butts out of here,” said Portia. “My God, Stacy, what’s that written on your
ass?”
“Huh,
what is it?” said Stacy twisting around to look. She could see there was writing on her behind
but she could not make out the words.
Stacy walked over to Portia’s bed and turned around.
“Whore,
Slut, and Anal Queen, printed in felt tip.
Someone drew a bulls eye around your asshole,” read Portia. “Did you pass out at a party?”
“Something like that,” said Stacy straining to twist around and see.
“Too much
Ecstasy,” said Monk putting his hand on Stacy’s bottom. “Whoever did it, sure printed neat. You got a nice ass, just made for fucking.”
“I don’t
remember anything about it,” said Stacy surprising herself by allowing Monk’s
hand to stay. “I woke up in my car. Someone stole my underwear.”
“Probably
pulled a train, that’s what happens to a girl who does too much E at a party. Were you thirsty as hell when you woke up?”
asked Les reaching out to feel Stacy’s sex.
Les’s fingers gently touched her clit then moved down to her opening.
“Ouch, my
pussy’s sore. Yes, I was thirsty,” said
Stacy feeling tenderness at the opening to her vagina. That was when Stacy realized someone had
shaved off the small patch of hair that covered her sex.
“They
shaved my pussy,” said Stacy starting to cry as she sat down on the bed beside
the three. Les and Monk took advantage
of her proximity to feel Stacy’s large breasts.
“Hands
off her, assholes. Can’t you see she’s
hurting,” said Portia slapping Les and Monk’s hands away.
“I’ll be
all right after a hot shower and some sleep,” said Stacy standing up then
walking toward the bathroom.
“Maybe
you should go to the clinic and get checked for STDs,” said Portia as Stacy
walked away.
“I need
rest first,” said Stacy disappearing into the bathroom. “I feel like a zombie.”
“Weird,
huh,” said Monk still maintaining his rhythmic pounding into Portia’s vagina
after Stacy disappeared into the bathroom.
“Beyond
weird, I hope she’s all right,” said Portia.
“That wasn’t the Stacy Todd I know.”
“Surprised you care. I thought
you said the two of you weren’t friends,” said Monk.
“Yeah,
you call her the rich bitch all the time.
She’s a snob all right but a snob with a terrific set of tits,” said
Les. “I wonder if they’re real.”
“We don’t
have anything in common. We’re not
friends. We’re roommates. But we get
along. She’s not a bad person. She can’t help being rich. Now are we here to fuck or discuss my
roommate’s tits,” said Portia leaning down to deliver a passionate kiss to
Les’s cockhead.
“I’m here
to screw your whore’s ass. Take this,
slut,” said Monk taking a firmer grip on Portia’s flanks and pounding her hard
for five quick deep strokes as he delivered an open palm that left a red
handprint on Portia’s rear.
“Yeah,
that’s it. Slam my pussy hard, slam it,” said Portia pushing back to increase
the force of the collision.
“But it
would have been nice if Stacy had been willing to make it a four way,” said Les
in the more relaxed position of getting his cock sucked.
“Honestly, I about shit when she undressed in front of you too. Miss
Modesty usually undresses in the bathroom.
I haven’t seen her naked but once or twice. When she walked over here and let you two
feel her up, I almost lost it. WASPs
normally only allow other WASPS to touch their pussy. The drugs must not have worn off,” said
Portia before returning to sucking Les’s cock.
“She’s
lucky if all they did was screw her and write on her ass. Did you hear what happened to Marsha
Hemmings?” said Monk.
“No, who
the fuck is Marsha Hemmings,” asked Portia circling Monk’s cock head with her
tongue?
“B
school grad student, she passed out at a house party a week ago. Her former best friend, Chloe Milton, had a
hardon for Marsha something about screwing her fiancé while Chloe was home for
her father’s funeral,” said Monk.
“Marsha
had no idea Chloe had found out,’ said Les.
“So it was one big fucking surprise.”
“Chloe
doped her with Ecstasy and Rohypnol.
When Marsha passed out she stripped her naked for all assembled, and
that was upwards of fifty, to see and touch.
Talked most of the guys and several of the girls into doing her for the
video camera,” said Monk.
“Has
Stacy been screwing around with anybody’s boy friend,” asked Les?
“I don’t
keep track of her but I don’t think she’s had a date since school started. I think she’s asexual. She’s real intent on her grades and going to
the Olympics,” said Portia.
“Oh
yeah, the skeet thing,” said Les. “Tell
Portia what else happened to Marsha.”
“Chloe
takes a barber shears, cuts all her hair off then shaves the dumb cunt’s head
bald as a cue ball. Now this is where it
gets totally bizarre. Chloe had this other
girl friend whose boy friend owns a tattoo parlor. The boy friend brings his fellow skin artists
to the party and they ink the word, Whore, around her bare scalp like a border,
using large block letters so it was easy to read. Then they tat a pussy right down the center
of her skull,” said Monk.
“And it
was way cool too, a big hairy nasty looking snatch. You could see the clit, the lips, and the
hole was open and there was jism leaking out,” said Les. “It was fucking awesome.”
“Chloe
must have been seriously pissed,” said Portia trying to picture the image of a
vagina tattooed on a bare cranium.
“She
was. She told everyone it was because
she was away at her dad’s funeral when Marsha screwed her intended. She felt betrayed,” said Les.
“And to
make sure everyone knows about it, she whips out a digital camera and takes
images of bald Marsha sucking cock, eating pussy, and being triple
penetrated. She loaded them on one of
the B school servers and had another friend do the same on one of MIT’s big
servers. Then she emailed the entire class the download addresses. Half the
B-school had downloaded a copy before the dean had them removed,” said Monk.
“Do you
have a copy,” asked Portia?
“Of
course, poor Marsha’s telling everyone she’s going to have to move to
“I’ve got
the image files on my hard drive,” said Les.
“Email
them to me,” said Portia.
“I heard
Chloe for a finale stuck a cucumber way up Marsha’s ass. When she woke, she had
a horrible pain in her gut. They removed it at the ER,” said Les. “Kyle, this guy who’s an orderly tells me
students are always showing up with crazy things stuck in her butt.”
“Yeah, I
forgot that part. Ever stuck a vegetable
in your cunt, Portia?” asked Monk.
“Carrots,
I did some carrots when I was in high school. And once I let my boy friend fuck
my pussy with a cucumber but nothing in my ass.
I hope nothing bad happened to Stacy,” said Portia.
“The only
thing they shaved is her snatch,” said Les.
“She looks okay.”
“I hope
she learned her lesson about being careful who she parties with,” said Portia.
***
I feel
much better decided Stacy as she slipped under the cover. The last thing I remember was Mike and I
sitting on the bed drinking wine. We’d
done it three times. It was almost
midnight. I was hoping we could curl up
and go to sleep then wake up in the morning and screw some more. I was telling him about Harvard and how I
didn’t want to become a doctor like my parents. I really opened up to the bastard. I can’t believe I was such an idiot. There must have been something in the
wine. Maybe like Monk said it was
Ecstasy or Rohypnol, the date rape drug.
I remember him reaching out and taking my wine glass. Next I was lying there on the bed and I
couldn’t move. Mike left me there. After that, I can’t remember a thing.
But why did he drug me? It’s not like I was saying no to him. I did everything he asked. I might even have said yes to anal even
though I’ve heard it hurts like hell the first time. I felt so grateful to him for not arresting
me. And frankly, the sex was
terrific. My experiences with Justin on
his dad’s yacht were so shity I’d given up on sex. But Mike really got me turned on. He made me cum when he ate my pussy. I thought I was losing my mind it was so
intense. That part was wonderful. Why did he have to turn out to be a
jerk? If he’d asked me out, I’d have
gone, married or not.
Across
the room, Portia and her bedmates were lying quietly sharing a joint. The aroma of marijuana drifted across the
room putting Stacy to sleep.
***
Portia’s loud animal grunts brought Stacy
awake. A glance at the clock showed
she’d been out for four hours.
My God
they’re still fucking realized Stacy peering across the darkened room. Night had fallen and only moonlight filtered
past the drapes. It took a minute for
Stacy’s eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness
Stacy’s
sleep had not been entirely restful. It
was filled with dreams where she was covered in naked bodies. She was hot and perspiring, writhing in a
tangle of moist flesh. She experienced
violent orgasms that left her breathless and exhausted. Those were interludes between repeated body
contacts with different men and more shocking to Stacy, another woman, a very
pretty red headed woman whose breasts were as large as Stacy’s. In one of the dreams, Stacy’s was performing
oral sex on the woman. In another, Stacy
was under the woman licking her clit while a large ebony cock glided back and
forth into the woman’s vagina. Later,
the red head’s tongue was furiously stimulating Stacy’s sex while a long black
cock was buried deep in her rectum.
Once
Stacy’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see Portia on the floor beside her
bed bent double in a shoulder stand. One
thing Portia and Stacy had in common was yoga.
Although they had never practiced together, Stacy frequently saw Portia
carrying her yoga mat to the free classes held at the student center. Stacy practiced at an exclusive health club
near campus.
I guess inverted
plow pose is good for something besides inverting your body, reversing your
blood flow, and stretching your spine thought Stacy. Portia’s weight was resting on her upper back
and shoulder blades. She was vertical. Her legs were bent to the point her knees
were touching her ears. Monk and Les were
standing straddling her facing each other in a crouch. They were fucking downward into Portia’s cunt
and butt at the same time
“Fuck my
pussy, fuck my ass,” whispered Portia from her side of the room. Stacy could see Portia had managed to place
one hand on her clit and was massaging it furiously.
Stacy’s
lust unexpectedly stirred as she watched the threesome. Her hand drifted down to her sex. In spite of a slight twinge she felt when she
touched her tender flesh; she licked her fingers then placed them along each
side of her clit caressing the sensitive nodule of flesh. Her forked fingers began a slow gentle
stroking of her clitoris. She squeezed
her clit when it reached the webbing between her fingers turning her hand
slightly to stretch the nubbin of nerve dense tissue.
Stacy
wondered what it would be like to have a pierced cock inside her vagina. Would it feel that different? Would it be
painful? They’re fucking Portia’s
asshole too. From the noises she’s
making, she must like it. The thought
of getting up and joining the three crossed her mind. My God what’s come over me thought
Stacy. I’m not that kind of person. Besides, Portia might be upset if I horned in
on her and her friends. We’ve never even
shared a cup of coffee and we’ve been living together since September. Still, it would be nice to be that
uninhibited and able to enjoy all kinds of sex without feeling guilty. I’m such a ninny.
As far as
the sex went last night I did all right. Mike seemed pleased with me. God what am I thinking? The bastard blackmails me into having sex
with him and then drugs me for more sex with God knows whom. And I’m laying here playing with my pussy
thinking about it. However, as lousy as
things turned out, it was still better than going to jail. That would have been the end of everything
I’ve worked for. Someone must have put
that perfume in my shopping bag. I certainly
didn’t.
Stacy
laid there in the dark masturbating as she listened and watched. Portia’s moans of pleasure and the grunts of
the two boys filled the room as the three engaged in intercourse. Stacy climaxed quietly when the threesome
across the room finished. Relaxed by her
orgasm, Stacy turned to the wall and fell back asleep.