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How Christi Paid for College Ch. 01

By: gottschalk03



"I'm sorry, Christi. You're a good student and we hate to lose you, but there's nothing I can do. Scholarship money is already allocated. If you and your parents can't come up with tuition for the semester, you're going to have to withdraw." 

Christi felt that black pit in the bottom of her stomach as she sat in the office of Assistant Dean Skinner. All she had was a part-time job as a barista in a local café. Her mother's drinking had finally caught up with her and she had lost her job. Her father had been long gone, since Christi was little. She was already in student loan debt up to her eyeballs and had been turned down for further loans. She had hoped a college degree would be the ticket to a better life than her mother had known. Now the door was slamming in her face. 

The tuition bill for the semester was over five thousand dollars. Skimping over the summer while working overtime, she had actually managed to save that. But that was only half of what she owed; room, board, and fees were another five thousand, and she didn't have a prayer of coming up with that, nor of off-campus rent and grocery money. She couldn't commute from home, it was an eight-hour drive away. Wouldn't do much good to stay in class if she couldn't eat or sleep. No, her college career was done. 

She hoarsely croaked out an insincere thanks to Dean Skinner and tried to maintain her dignity as she left the office. The tears came as she stalked across campus to her dorm, making her eyes red and her skin blotchy. The door to her room was open when she got there. Great. People. She'd hoped it would at least be empty so she could pack and disappear in silence. She sucked in a breath, wiped her cheeks and tried to walk in casually as though nothing had happened.

Hannah was there, brown hair flying every which way in its usual crazy curls. She was camped out on the futon, and some guy was sitting on the floor. Christi vaguely recognized him from her BritLit class last year -- sandy blond hair, solidly built, but thick glasses and a bit nerdy, engineering major or something. What was his name? A-something -- Andrew? Anthony? No, it was more unusual...

"Hey Christi," Hannah said cheerily. "You remember Anders?"

Anders -- that was it. Norwegian or Swedish or something.

"Uh huh, yeah..." Christi said and made a vague wave. She tried to plot a path to the bedroom past his outstretched legs and not cry.

"Hey," Anders said. Then he caught a closer look at Christi's face. "Hey, are you OK?"

"Ohmigod Christi, have you been crying?" Hannah burst out. She was never good at being discreet. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Christi blurted and stormed toward the bedroom door, half tripping over Anders before he could move. While he tried to get up, though, Hannah flew off the futon and chased her into the bedroom.

"What's going on, Christi, what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing! It's just... I gotta go..." Christi hauled her suitcase from under the bed and threw it open.

"Go? Go where? What are you talking about?" Hannah cried. Anders appeared in the door behind her. 

"It's... I'm leaving. I can't make tuition and they're making me withdraw. So I've gotta go. OK?"

Silence met this revelation. "Ohmigod Christi, that sucks so bad!"

"Wow," Anders said, "I'm so sorry. That really does suck." 

"Can't you get financial aid or a loan or something?" Hannah asked.

"Been that route," Christi huffed. "It's all dried up. There's no more money to be had and I'm headed home to my alcoholic mom. Going to cut hair for a living or something I guess."

"Wow... Christi, I'm really sorry. I was looking forward to having you for a roomie this year." 

"You know what the stupid thing is?" Christi said, warming up to the discussion -- if they were going to make her talk about it, she may as well get on a roll -- "the stupid thing is, I can make tuition, or room and board, but not both. So I can choose between studying and eating. Or go home. It DOES fucking suck! Fucking money!"

"Wait, what?" Hannah said. 

"I can pay for tuition but not for housing and meal plan. Or I can pay for room and board but I won't have anything left to pay for classes with. So I'm stuck."

"Wait," Anders said. Christi stopped packing and reeled on him silently, defying him to help. Good luck. But she could see the engineer gear whirring behind his glasses. Identify the problem and design a solution. That was how his mind worked. "So if you had a place to live, you could pay your tuition and stay in school?"

"Well yah, theoretically," Christi said. "But places to live cost money. I don't make enough and I don't have it saved."

"Isn't there anybody who could let you crash with them?" Hannah asked.

"I don't know anybody with the space," Christi said. "Everyone I know is on campus." 

"I do," Anders said. "My frat house." 

"What?" Christi stared at him.

The gears kept clicking. "We have rooms for twenty-four," he said. "Twelve double rooms. Seven seniors graduated last year and we haven't taken new pledges yet. There's three empty rooms at the frat house. Maybe you could crash there till the new pledges come in. That's still six weeks away. Maybe by then we can come up with something more permanent." 

"Are you serious?" Christi gaped. "Move in with a bunch of frat boys? Aren't there rules about that sort of thing? Not to mention... I mean, you know... I don't think I'd feel... appropriate."

Anders chuckled. "Well, I'm in Phi Kappa," he said, "We're a bunch of science and engineering nerds. Our idea of an exciting late night party is building a robot till three am. I don't think you'll find us as threatening as all that. Yeah, there's probably rules, but nobody supervises us all that closely... if I could canvas the brothers privately, they might agree to keep mum about the arrangement." 

Hannah's face slowly lit up to an even brighter glow than usual. "Ohmigod, he's right! Anders you're a genius! Christi, you could totally do this! And I could come over to Phi Kappa and hang with you!" She started hopping up and down and threw her freckled arms around Anders and a huge hug, then squeezed the breath out of Christi.

"Could you really do it?" Christi asked cautiously. It seemed too crazy to actually work. 

"Sure," Anders said. "I'll go do some texting and see what the guys think. I can let you know by tonight. Let me run over and see who's at the house now and if we'd need to clean a room out. I think somebody was building a chem lab in one of them, but the others should be free."

"Oh my god, thank you so much!" Christi said. She really did NOT want to go home. Anders, standing in front of her in thick glasses and a plaid shirt, seemed like an angel of salvation. She leaned over to him and hugged him, bringing a blush to his cheeks. Then, in a sudden impulse, she planted a kiss on his cheek. She had put her lipstick on thicker than usual that day and it showed. He blushed even brighter, then extricated himself and headed off on his mission. 

Christi looked at Hannah and blushed. "Oops, sorry. I hope that wasn't out of line." 

Hannah smiled and hugged her roommate again. "No problem. He's cute but we're not together. I thought it was sweet." Then her face turned thoughtful. "You know what..."

"What?"

"It probably wouldn't hurt if you... well... helped Anders persuade the guys over there that it would be good to have you around."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're a pretty girl and that's not a crowd that gets to hang with girls as pretty as you very much. Might make them more willing to bend the rules for you." 

"Hannah! What do you want me to do, whore it up for the nerds?" Christi was partly mocking shock, but partly feeling it seriously.

"Oh god no!" Hannah cried. "Just... you know... draw their attention a little to how cute you are."

"Cute? Hannah, you're crazy. I'm not that cute."

Hannah stared at her at this comment. "You're joking, right?"

"No.... I'm pretty ordinary, Hannah. Look at me."

"I AM looking at you, and I can tell you any guy looking at you would say you're pretty hot."

"Shut up!"

"Oh god, Christi, come over here..." and taking Christi's wrist, Hannah dragged her in front of a full-length mirror behind the bedroom door. "Now let's take inventory, shall we?" Hannah stood behind her, pointing to each feature as she went.

" Hair -- smooth, straight, dark brown, silky -- very nice."

"Eyes -- holy crap. They're not even green, they're, like, yellow. Fucking YELLOW! How hot is that?"

"I don't know, is it?" Christi protested.

"Shut up. Lips, nice and full. Neck straight and smooth. I bet it's sensitive too!" Christi yelped as Hannah blew a mock kiss on the side of her throat... and she was right, it WAS sensitive.

"Boobs... oh god, girl, you're lucky. Lush natural full bosom..."

"They're bloated and dumpy."

"You are SO stupid! Wear a proper bra and you'll see different... like this..." Hannah snaked her arms around Christi's side and scooped her tits up in cupped hands... all of a sudden Christi realized that they WERE lush and full...

"Belly -"

"Fat and hideous." Christi was really uncomfortable here.

"Bullshit. That's not some nasty muffin top. Let me see," and Hannah lifted the hem of Christi's blouse. "Oh no, sweetums. That's just a nice slight pillow. Guys love that."

"Yeah, I see 'nice slight pillows' on magazine covers all the time."

"Magazines, schmagazines. Real guys aren't fashion designers. They like a little pillowing... just a little, not too much, but they do like it. You're perfect." 

"Ass..." Hannah continued as Christi tried to wrap her mind around the idea that her belly wasn't hideous, "ba-doing ga-doing ga-doing!"

"And legs ... lean but not skinny. Sorry Christi, I hate to burst your bubble, but you're a babe." 

"Yeah, that's why I have the whole football team lined up at my dorm with flowers."

"You ARE, it's just that you never SHOW it. You go around all the time in sweats or PJs and flip flops with your hair up in some stupid ponytail. You're an under-the-radar girl."

"Oh?" Christi replied, turning on her former roommate. "And what about YOU, miss sex appeal expert? Let's see how you rack up." She grabbed Hannah by the shoulders and swung her around to face the mirror. 

"Hair... my god, I love your hair."

"It's frizzy."

"It's curly... it's like there's LIFE bouncing around in it with every step you take. Eyes... deep pools of warm brown to get lost in."

"Oh really!"

"Really. Mouth... a little pucker of your lip, like you're always ready for the next kiss... Boobs... hot DAMN girl!"

Hannah blushed but smiled, with no pretense of self-criticism. "Yeah... my tits ARE pretty awesome."

"They are! Belly... oh fuck I'm so jealous. You have that whole slim-as-a-willow thing going on. It's not fair with those big tits! Don't give me any bullshit about pillows." Hannah chuckled, but Christi carried on ticking off the inventory. "Wide child-rearin' hips! Long lanky legs! Hannah, YOU'RE the under-the-radar babe in the room, not me!"

Hannah laughed. "Tell you what, we can both be babes!"

"OK, we'll be babes together," Christi smiled. Suddenly she realized that their faces were very close together and their eyes were locked, each drinking in how beautiful the other was. They stared at each other in silence then, eyes heavy lidded and lips parted in anticipation. Neither moved.

"Holy fuck," Hannah finally said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, ummm...." 

"Wow."

"Yeah. Wow. Uh, do you...?" Christi trailed off. 

"No! Well, not today. Maybe... I mean, I've never..."

"Me neither. Let's get some space here."

"Yeah... but damn. Wow."

"Wow. " Christi agreed. And the two roommates broke down in hysterical laughter. 

How Christi Paid for College Ch. 02



Christi had almost finished the last of her packing, with Hannah's help, when Hannah's cell started buzzing. It was the middle of the afternoon.

Hannah scowled. "It's a text from Anders. He says most of the brothers are on board, but there's one he hasn't talked to yet. They all think he's going to be a problem." She started tapping at her phone and shot a text back at Christi's rescuer. 

"Who is it?" Christi asked. 

"A guy named Harker. Hold on... let's see what else Anders can say."

Christi took the last poster off her wall. The room looked bare and cold. "Harker? I know that guy, he was in my freshman comp class. Real chip on his shoulder, like he was smarter than the rest of us and didn't think he had to take freshman comp." 

"Where do parents come up with these queer names?" Hannah mused as her phone buzzed again.

"Anders says Harker should be in the chem library and he's going over there in an hour to try and talk him into it. Wish him luck."

"Blow him a kiss, OK?" Christi said, and giggled. Hannah giggled too as she typed the message. 

"OK, under-the-radar-babe, time to put up or shut up," she said. Christi looked up surprised as she zipped her suitcase closed. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"I told you Anders might need some backup," Hannah said. "Time to do it." 

"What? Oh god, you don't mean..."

"I do. Mission number one: get Harker Matheson desperate to see you again." 

"How?"

"Is that shirt expensive?"

"What, this t-shirt? No it's just a ratty old thing I -- hey!"

Before Christi finished speaking, Hannah whipped out a pair of scissors and, with a mumbled "hold still," began making deft cuts. The sleeves and much of the sides of the black t-shirt fell away entirely, and a slashed neckline dipped down to expose a hint of Christi's cleavage. Hannah scooped the waist of the shirt back and efficiently tied a knot behind Christi's spine, opening up her roommate's midriff and making the shirt cling to her figure. Her scarlet bra was plainly visible through the cuts under her arms. 

"I don't fucking believe you!" Christi objected, but Hannah ignored her and gave her an appraising look-over. 

"You said it was just a ratty old thing. Now I've made it into sexy lingerie. I think it's an improvement." 

"So what am I supposed to do? Go give him a blow job and say please let me move into your frat when Anders asks?"

Hannah laughed. "Maybe you should!" Then she recovered her composure. "Geez Christi, don't you have any imagination? Just say hi. Make small talk. Say you remember him. Make sure he remembers you. Butter him up a little. You can do THAT, can't you?"

Christi sighed. "Geez. I guess. He's not that nice of a guy to chit chat with. Kind of a know-it-all asshole." 

"Then he'll want to be flattered. Tell him how impressed you were with how smart he was. Ask for homework help or something." 

"Oh god, that sounds like fun."

"Well, would you rather quit school and go home?"

"Maybe."

"Christi!"

"All right, all right, I'll flatter him. Geez!"

"Good girl. Go give him a show."

The university's Chemistry library rose five stories, a modest rise above the science green, and was designed with a zillion nooks and crannies to facilitate private studying. Christi had no idea where in it she might find Harker, and she wanted to find him, do her "buttering up," and get out before Anders got there in an hour so that it would seem like coincidence. Unfortunately, that meant scanning from floor to floor, working all around the peripheries of each level, peering into carrels and study rooms without LOOKING like she was searching for something. She put on the best show she could of anxiously scanning the call numbers on the shelves as she went. 

Some of the study carrels were little compartments with a desk and locking doors that had high narrow windows in them. As she went by one, it was darkened, but she realized the pale blue light of a laptop screen was on inside. Strange that someone would be studying with the lights off... She paused and cautiously peered in, and discovered two things at almost the same moment.

First, the person who kept his carrel darkened was Harker Matheson. Twenty minutes of fruitless searching had finally paid off.

And second, he wasn't really studying. 

He was seated at the carrel's desk with his back to the door, a laptop open in front of him, and earphones in. What was on the laptop screen was not chemistry... in any academic sense. It was a video... in which a woman with platinum blond hair and enormous silicone boobs was greedily stuffing an enormous cock into her open mouth. 

Christi froze, fascinated. She had never really been one for watching porn. What she had seen had been too fake, and too much from the guy's point of view. This was no different.... And yet, there was a certain hypnotic fascination to watching this woman wrestle so much meat into her throat, with such insistent pounding rhythm. She couldn't help but stare, and imagine the scene from the woman's view, with all that manhood pressing into her face. She found the idea surprisingly exciting. 

She must have leaned against the door and made a noise. All of a sudden Harker became aware of her presence. His hand had been down his pants, but they were still zipped (Christi found herself wondering how hard, and how big, the video had made him so far...), and he ripped his hand out and scrambled furiously trying to close windows, finally resorting to slamming the laptop closed as he wheeled around toward the door.

"What do you want?" he almost screamed. His voice was muffled by the still-closed door. Christi knocked on it hesitantly. He glared at her, then opened the door a bit.

"Hi... I, um... I was walking by and I .... Well, you might want to cover the window a bit when you're.... you know... in case the library staff comes by," she stammered. 

His face was pale white. "Oh god, I -- are you going to tell?"

"What?" Christi answered. "No! Why would I? I mean... pshhh... everyone's got their... you know, their private stuff, don't they? I don't mind. Just thought you'd want to be more... private."

"You don't mind?" he echoed her. 

"No," she said more firmly. "It looked like you were having fun, so hey... why not, y'know? None of my business. Hey -- I'm Christi, by the way." She extended a hand. He took it and shook it. His hand was a little clammy. Christi suddenly remembered that it had been down his pants a moment before, but she didn't pull back from it. 

"I'm Harker," he said. "Harker Matheson," stressing his last name like it was important. 

"Oh yeah, Harker Matheson --" she said, taking the cue. Hey, weren't you in my freshman comp class? I think I remember you." 

He looked at her. "May have been. Stupid waste of time, though."

"Oh, it wasn't for me," she said, and took the plunge. "I guess it would be for someone like you. I could tell you already knew what was going on."

"I don't know why they don't let us AP out of it."

"I guess," she said, "but I didn't have a lot of AP. I got to say, though, it was really nice having you in that class. I think I learned more listening to you talk than I did from the professor." All of this was a lie. 

Christi had skipped four courses with AP credits, was ten times the writer Harker was, and found his pretentious blather in class boring. But she was in buttering-up mode and playing the bimbo seemed to work with him. 

Harker beamed, predictably, the embarrassment at his recreational activity fading. "So what are you doing in the chem library, Christi? I thought you were an education major or something."

"Oh, I was in communications, but I'm thinking of switching to psych," she lied. "They want us to take some chem for it so I thought I'd take a peek over here. It's really intimidating!" 

"Oh, not once you get used to it," he said smugly. 

"Hey, have you already taken intro chem?"

"I AP'd out of it," he said. "Went straight to Orgo freshman year." 

"Really? Cool! You must be really good at it." Christi gushed. "Hey -- I don't suppose there's any way you might help me with homework this year? I'm not that good with science, and I could really use the help." This was not entirely a lie. Christi truly was not good with science. Harker's tutoring would have been very helpful, if she had not been lying about taking chemistry in the first place. 

Harker's eyes roved up and down her figure without any subtlety whatsoever, and his face broke out into the sleaziest grin she had ever seen. "I'm sure we could work something out." 

"Oh god, thanks so much!" Christi said, and threw in the ditziest bounce she could muster up, letting her tits bounce. "You're my hero! Are you in the directory?"

"Of course."

"Sweet! I'll text you and set it up! Thanks so much!"

"My pleasure," he said, and Christi shuddered to think too much of what all he meant by it. But she thought about going home, and that motivated her to turn and walk away with a smile, a flirty wave, and to rock her hips back and forth as she walked back to the elevator bank. She could feel his eyes devouring her ass until she rounded the corner and started to walk normally again.

She passed Anders in the lobby and winked at him. He stopped short, surprised at the sight of her newly repurposed top. "Hannah thought I could lay some ground work," she told him. "Harker's in a carrel on the fourth floor. Approach with caution, he's been... uh... entertaining himself in there."

And with that she sauntered away, out onto the green grass of the science quad. 

She realized her mind was racing. Hannah had told her she wouldn't have to whore it up.... But she had to admit, she had anyway. She had really played the slut for Harker. It had come to her so easily. Part of her thought that she should feel dirty and ashamed. Was she really that much of a slut on the inside, that it came out so fast and so smoothly? Was she just pretending to be a smart capable college girl, while all she really wanted was that porn star cock stuffing her face? 

But part of her actually felt strangely proud. She was a woman -- a desirable woman -- and a man could collapse into jelly if she admitted to the power of that desire. Sure, Harker had proven astonishingly easy. But how much harder could any other man be? 

Then she realized that this thought was, itself, a dirty pun, and giggled to herself, and went back to the room she was getting kicked out of to report to Hannah. All the way there, she mused about just how hard men could be, and felt the saliva running in her mouth. 



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 03



Christi thanked the skies again that she was not a high-maintenance girl. Other coeds showed up on campus with whole U-Hauls to drag their wardrobes along. She had always been able to throw it in the trunk of a compact car; two roller suitcases, a laptop bag, a box of books and some supplies and toiletries, some rolled-up posters and a guitar, and she was set for the school year. She owned exactly five pairs of shoes. Her older brother teased her about moving like a guy every year she headed off to school. 

They had timed the move for early in the morning when campus was still quiet, since most students slept in on Saturdays. On Monday she would use her savings -- pretty much all of it -- to pay her tuition and get her bursar hold lifted, and inform the housing office that she was moving off campus. Well, that was sort of true. Technically Kappa House was on-campus, but it wasn't counted as part of the regular dorm system. 

The house was a rambling old Victorian mansion, something that had been built by some magnificent industrialist. There was a back entrance on a kind of alley and then a steep winding staircase that rose almost straight up two stories to a pair of rooms on the third floor. The view across campus was actually a spectacular vista of clock towers and church spires. Apparently the odd arrangement had been intended for house servants back in the nineteenth century. Now, the frat brothers simply used the rooms as the most private bedrooms in the house. But none were keen on hauling all their junk up there, so they were often the first rooms to be left vacant when Kappa's numbers were down. 

For Christi, it was perfect. She had privacy, a discreet entrance, and a bathroom of her own. She didn't know if anyone would care that a woman was living in Kappa House if the fraternity itself agreed to it, but she didn't want to test what trouble that could cause. Hannah helped her roll the suitcases and the miscellaneous other boxes and cases across campus and, along with Anders, drag it all up stairs. Anders gave Christi a key and showed her the rooms -- pretty bare, but they had a bed, desk, a couple of chairs, and a dresser. The whole thing seemed just a tad musty, but Christi loved it. 

Anders and Hannah kept her company while she threw her clothes into the dresser or hung them up in the small closet, and then she was tacking posters up to the walls to mark the space as her own. There was a very large bearded Dostoyevski who went on the ceiling to gaze down on her in her sleep, a screaming Butthole Surfers poster from the 80s she had stolen from a crazy uncle, Nina Hagen, a print of a Klimt painting with gold shining from every crease and oddly sick-looking women staring out with hollow gazes, and Che Guevara for no other reason than that it pissed her mother off. 

"No sexy guy posters?" Anders asked with a slight smile as the posters went up. 

"Sexy guys?" Christi asked.

"Yeah... models or rock stars or athletes with ripped abs or whatever."

Christi looked at him, then pointed up at her ceiling. "Did you not see Fyodor?"

Anders laughed. "He's not exactly what I meant. I thought most girls had posters of, like..."

"I don't know what most girls have posters of," Christi cut him off. "Fyodor makes me cream my little girl panties. My god, those eyes! Don't laugh, I'm not even being ironic. I totally mean it. It's the eyes."

But it was too late to stop Hannah and Anders from laughing. Christi shrugged and filled in the corners of the room with black-and-white postcards of vintage scenes from European cities. 

After a while Hannah left, saying that she had a yoga class she was taking Saturday mornings, and left Christi in her new home. Anders stayed to talk and make sure she had everything she needed. It struck Christi that he had to be one of the nicest guys she knew, but he was terribly shy and awkward with her, and she knew he didn't have a girlfriend. He was the kind who got close to every girl as a friend and then wound up permanently stuck in the friend zone. And she realized that she owed him her entire future. 

After a while their conversation petered out. Anders leaned back in the chair where he was sitting and sighed, staring upward.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing. I should go, let you have some privacy and settle in here," he answered.

"You're looking at Fyodor, aren't you?" she said. Anders blushed red and she remembered what she had said earlier. 

"Oh...." She trailed off. "You are thinking of me creaming my panties for him. Aren't you?"

"No, no," he shook his head and rose to go, but he was now so red it was almost purple. "I should go."

She jumped to her feet and set her open hand against his chest. "No. Don't go. Sit down." 

He lowered himself slowly back into his chair. 

"Anders, you've been awfully nice to me," she said, standing over him. "But I don't want just charity. If there's something I can do to pay people back who are nice to me, I'm going to pay them back."

"Well..." he choked a little and coughed, "it's ok.. we all have hard times... maybe when you're on your feet better, you can..."

"No," she said. "Not maybe, not someday. I want to pay you back for all this, and I intend to pay as I go."

"No no no," he protested, "you don't have to pay me anything. I want to help you out. I --"

"I know you do," she continued. "You're a sweet guy. But I want to pay you. And what you really want... what you really need.... I don't think it's money. Is it?"

"Well..." he said, not knowing how to answer her now. Christi leaned down and pulled his chair forward till his knees were almost touching the side of her new bed. In a single motion she dropped back onto the bed, raised her legs, and swept her loose sweatpants off. She was wearing simple red boyshorts under them. She leaned back against the heap of her pillows and lifted her feet, then set them on the armrests of his chair. She locked her yellow eyes on his blue ones and gazed at him. 

"If you really want me to stop, I'll stop," she said. "But I'd like to give you a first payment. I'd like to show you how Fyodor makes me feel." 

It was crazy. Crazy. She was not like this. Was she? She had never been a slut like this... but something was burning inside her, something new. She had, all at once, this feeling of utter desperate dependency on the man in front of her, and yet complete and unquestioned power over him at the same time. It thrilled through her body and guided her motions. 

She pressed the smooth fabric of the boyshorts against her pussy and began to rub. Anders didn't say a word. He stared, transfixed, at something that had never happened to him before. The fabric slipped and clung and highlighted the folds of her vulva and she rubbed and squeezed it over herself. Christi felt the heat rising in her body and electric surges prickle through her fingers and nipples and neck. She was hungry. Her body was insistent. She continued to rub herself.

She put both hands to it now. One found her clit and pinched it, caught up, swelling inside the folds of fabric. Her other hand slid fingers inside the legs of the boyshorts and groped inward toward her moistening cunt. She found the lips, still hidden behind her panties, and pulled them aside. Slim fingers pushed inwards, opening her pussy and drawing the desire out. Her huntress' eyes continued to hold Anders in her stare. 

He was rocketing into outer space. He didn't know where he was. But he mustered up a hoarse question. "Can I... is it ok... can I touch myself too?"

She chuckled at him. So polite. If he had asked to fuck her, she would have said yes. But she was glad for his hesitance -- for now. Her fingers were delicious inside her pussy, and she loved the power over him her show was giving her. She was a goddess, a demon. She was possessing him with an old pagan fury as her fingers groped her divine cunt more and deeper and harder.

Awkwardly, he shifted in the chair and wrestled his fly open, never taking his eyes off her for a second. He reached in and found his member and pulled it free, shyly, not knowing what she would think. He was hardening fast, blood pumping through every vein. But he had to bring it out. His goddess commanded it. 

"Oh Anders..." she moaned, stuffing her fingers deeper into her pussy. "Your cock is beautiful! Stroke it for me..."

It was. It seemed pale, somehow, but as his hand rasped up and down his shaft she could see his cock rising stiff, hard... and tall. Anders was no jock in the muscle department, but his organ was second to none she had seen. It stood out taller and prouder than its owner, a man's cock, ready to master and please a woman. 

Her breath came in short gasps now. Little sighs and squeaks escaped her taut lips as her fingers drove her cunt inside the boyshorts harder and harder. Oh fuck she was close. So close. She knew what would happen, and she knew how she wanted it to happen. She lifted her hips, raising her butt off the bed, so that it hovered in the air in front of him. Both hands groped and pounded the tender flesh of her pussy. Anders began to grunt as he stroked his stiff cock with an insistent energy. 

"Oh god oh fuck Anders, I'm going to cum!" she cried. "I want to cum on you! Oh god...."

There was a final frenzied push, and then suddenly she pulled her boyshorts off to one side. Her oozing cunt gaped and opened toward him, and then at once she pulled her hand out of it. The orgasm tore her body in two and she screamed with joy -- the fire in her belly exploded -- and a fountain of cum sprayed out of her lifted cunt, gushing over Anders. He gaped in surprise, not knowing what to do, while Christi dropped back onto the bed and laughed with the glee of release.

"Oh fuck, Anders!" she called to him. "Don't stop! Give me your cum.. please baby, please.... Stroke your dick and cum for your gushing slut..."

Anders stood up over her with sudden resolution. She loved the sight of his long cock as he stroked it furiously, loved the slick look of her own cumjuice that had splattered all over the hard shaft. His face contorted, his body spasmed. "Yes, baby, YES!" Christi the dirty slut snarled. Then Anders arched his back and threw his head back. 

"Oh FUCK!" he shouted, and it came -- a sudden burst of creamy white cum, spurting out and arcing through the air. It showered over Christi's thighs and stained her boyshorts, already soaked with her own cum. She purred and ran her fingers over her thighs, scooping up Anders' cum on her fingertips and tasting it...

"Yummy!" she said. Then she grabbed his cock for him and gave it a few light strokes. He went rigid and groaned from the intensity of the pleasure this released in him. 

"Good boy... I knew you could do it," Christi purred at him.

"Oh god, Christi. That was amazing. I think I l-"

"Oh, no you don't!" She cut him off. "Maybe that's my repayment to you -- learn not to confuse fun with love. You're too nice a guy, Anders. You need to learn to have your fun. I don't want you to love me. I want you to let me pay you back, that's all. You're going to have your life turn into a living hell if you go falling in love with every girl who fucks you. Save it for the right time. OK?"

"So this was just..."

"It's called casual sex, baby," she said. "Enjoy it." 

Anders looked around, a little confused. "Wow. That's... no one's ever... done that with me before. Do you want me to... I don't know... cuddle or something?"

"No," Christi said, and leaned in to kiss him. "I want to you to clean yourself up, get dressed, and get out. Let me lie here and think of Dostoyevski. No cuddling. No sweet nothings. That was a good fuck. Well, not really, but a good prelude to fucking. If I keep owing you favors, I'll have to pay you the rest of the way. OK? Go be a man and walk away." 

Anders smiled, as he adjusted to the idea that she wanted him to be a man who would love her and leave her. As he headed down the stairs, Christi laid back on her new bed and looked at Fyodor. She thought of how slutty she had been, stared into the great Russian novelist's piercing eyes, and came again.



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 04



It was only the first week of classes when Christi moved into Kappa house. Within a couple of days she had used her summer savings to pay her tuition bill and changed her status to "off campus" to cancel her room and board charges. She was left with just a couple hundred dollars in her bank account but free to keep following her degree. 

Spring semester would be a problem; a second huge tuition payment would come due and she didn't have enough saved to cover it. Also, she assumed that living in Kappa wasn't going to be permanent – there would be a rush for new members in a few weeks – and she would have to find a new living situation. Her problems were solved, but only temporarily. She asked for extra hours as a barista and tried to set every penny aside she could, but the anxiety lingered that, come January, it wouldn't be enough. The lottery tickets in convenience stores actually started to look appealing, but she resisted them. 

Still, for the time being she could focus on her studies, and Christi was indeed a good student. It was her junior year, most of her requirements were out of the way, and she was free to focus on her major (English), which she loved, and elective courses to take just for the hell of it. One of those was an introduction to Anthropology. She was completely taken with Prof. Hansen. He was an athletic forty-year-old, not too old but not very young, with a rugged face and an easy smile. He had a knack for lightening up dry analysis of pottery styles and agricultural tools with outrageous personal stories from his time doing fieldwork in Mozambique and Sri Lanka. Christi found herself wishing Hansen were an English professor so she could take seven courses from him and went well out of her way to class to verify exactly where his office was. 

The opposite was true, sadly, of her statistics professor. This was the only graduation requirement she had left outside of her major and Christi hated math. She had put it off, hoping some sort of physics-for-poets class would be offered, but the university was on a kick of insisting that everybody do real math so she was stuck. Prof. Ludovic was a heavyset Eastern European man, fiftyish, with a droopy mustache, glaring, deep set eyes, and a penchant for yelling his questions at students at the top of his lungs. For the first time in her college career Christi hunched at the back of the room and hoped she would not get noticed. 

It took a week for it to occur to Christi that she was living in an entire house full of math and science geeks. Surely statistics was baby food to her new housemates. Christi kicked herself as an idiot when she realized it had taken her so long to think of asking for help. Unfortunately, although she knew all the guys had voted to let her in, the instinct to be discreet had meant she had mostly kept to her back stairwell and didn't spend much time in the common room interacting with them. She could barely remember most of their names. It was stupid – there was no reason outsiders couldn't visit or hang out in Kappa house, and a couple of them even had girlfriends who were over pretty regularly. But she had been so stressed she had avoided socializing, lest anyone figure it out. But she figured she could at least try, maybe find Anders and start with him. 

It was about three o'clock the Friday of the second week of classes when she ventured into the common room looking for Anders. He wasn't there, nor had she found him in his room. Instead there were three guys, watching TV; an Indian (from Asia Indian) named Gaurav and two Asian boys – Korean, if she remembered right – named Albert and Chris. She restrained the small-town white-girl impulse to think of them as "foreigners" – Albert and Chris were both from Seattle, if she remembered right, and Gaurav had grown up in Pennsylvania or Maryland or somewhere like that. 

They startled a bit when she burst in, not accustomed to seeing her. "Hey guys," she asked, "has anyone seen Anders? I can't find him." 

They three of them looked at her, then at each other and shrugged. "Not since this morning," 

Albert said. "I think he was heading off campus. Meeting with clients or something." 

"Clients?" Christi said, confused. 

"Some insurance company," Chris explained, "he was writing some software for them. Virtual crystal interfaces, I think. Kind of dull but it pays the bills."

"I thought he had classes on Fridays."

Albert snorted. "Probably. He'll just do it all in lab over the weekend. Not like he actually has to show up." 

"I hope they don't try to break the contract on him this time," Gaurav added. "The last one he did, they pulled a bullshit story about having to bring in a consultant to compatibilize his code. Only paid him ten grand for that one. 

Christi's jaw hit the floor. "Ten GRAND? You mean, like, ten thousand DOLLARS?"

Gaurav paused and looked at her. "Yes. What?" 

Christi tried to recover. Her nine-dollars-an-hour at the Caffeine Bucket suddenly seemed very paltry. "Nothing! Nothing. I just... didn't know Anders had that kind of money."

Gaurav turned back to the TV. "Psshhh. Maybe he'll finally be able to buy a decent computer." Christi thought of her $350 laptop and felt very embarrassed. "Mike Delisle, now, that guy knows how to work a business deal." 

"Yeah, what was his last one?" Albert asked.

"He wouldn't say, but I'll bet he cracked six figures on it," Chris said. "I don't know why he's bothering to finish his degree, he should just go develop that patent full-time." 

Christi's vision swam as she listened to this casual conversation. She wasn't some trust-fund preppie snob, nor some cheerleading squad girl who thought college was a chance to preserve some stupid high school "in group" clique. But she realized she had seen the Kappa guys as a bunch of clueless nerds, smart maybe, but really mostly to be pitied by the rest of the campus. She knew mostly others saw them that way too. In fact, it dawned on her, they used their laboratories and computers to cook up new technologies and programs that turned into solid cash for them, far beyond what most students had. The campus was a cocoon from which the butterflies were about to emerge as masters of the world economy, the Steve Jobs' and Bill Gates' of the world. And here she was borrowing a room from them. And using a metaphor her creative writing teacher would trash as a trite cliché. 

"Hey Gaurav," Albert said, "How is your little business deal coming?" 

Gaurav groaned. "Oh, man. The framework is set to go but they want me to show it to the board day after tomorrow. It's going to crash and burn, I know it. I'm no good at presentations. I'm going to look like an idiot and they'll drop me."

"Yeah, I hate when that happens," Chris said. "They should really just let tech people talk to tech people. Keeps it so much simpler and no one thinks about how you crack jokes or how you dress." 

The conversation quieted down. Christi quietly settled in to join the boys watching TV, and after some while Albert and Chris excused themselves to go study, leaving her alone with Gaurav. 

"So you're not looking forward to this presentation, huh?" she asked during a commercial.

"Oh god, no. I hate getting up in front of people," he said.

"How come? I'm sure you know your stuff."

"Oh, I KNOW my stuff. Sure as hell I know my stuff. It's... the way they look at you. Like you're some snail that crawled out of its shell. Like if your pants are too short or you're wearing the wrong shoes you must be some moron. I hate that part."

"Whoa – you mean you're nervous about presenting because of, like, clothes and stuff?" Christi asked. 

"Clothes. Hair. I don't know what the hell they're looking at. I don't get any of that shit." The whole topic had clearly put Gaurav in a foul mood.

Christi suddenly laughed. "But Gaurav, that's so easy!"

"Maybe for you. You're a girl. I don't get that shit."

She ignored the sexism and pushed him. "No that's what I mean. I DO get that shit! There's nothing wrong with how you look, you just need to dress right for the meeting. I can help you put a look together, that's nothing." It was true. Though not some fashionista, Christi had spent some time working costumes for the drama department and had developed a pretty keen eye for finding the right clothes for the right person. Gaurav was actually relatively tall and slim with a nice set of shoulders and a strong jaw. He WOULD be easy to dress nicely, and would look damn good when he was. 

Gaurav paused and eyed her skeptically. "You'd put a look together for me? How?" 

"Let's go to the mall. I'll take you shopping. You have some money?" Christi tried very hard not to be selfish in asking this question, but realized she was drooling a little in anticipation of the answer. 

"Money? I guess, sure. How much will it take? How bad am I?"

She laughed. "Not bad at all. How much is it worth you to invest in getting this deal? A hundred, two hundred, what?"

He thought. "If it gets me the deal... I could spend up to a thousand on it, I guess."

"Shut UP!" Christi gushed. "A thousand! When do you want to go?"

"I don't know. I'm not busy right now..."

"Well let's go then!" 

..........

They took Christi's car, a beaten-up old Honda, since Gaurav didn't have a car of his own. She drove him to an upscale designer outlet mall that she had never dared shop at herself. 

They went from shop to shop, looking things over and holding them up to Gaurav's frame. Christi built from the shoes up and made him work up two distinct outfits. The centerpiece of it all was a fine woolen double-breasted suit for business meetings, in dark pinstripe grey with a red shirt and tie, and black shoes. He looked smart, sophisticated, and worldly in it. The other outfit was for more casual settings and socializing; narrow black designer jeans, boots, a patterned button down shirt. He came out of changing room after changing room in variation after variation until Christi nodded her approval. Damn, but he DID look good. 

Then hair. A salon was part of the mall and luckily, they were taking walk-ins. Christi ushered Gaurav, whose hair had previously always been cut by his mother, into the hands of the stylists.

"Wait, wait, wait," he protested. What are YOU going to do?"

"Me? I don't know – sit out here and read a magazine, I guess." 

"No way, that's no fair. Do you want a haircut too?"

Christi laughed. "A girl could ALWAYS use a new haircut. Don't worry about me."

"No, I insist," he said. "Do you guys have someone free who could work on my friend here? All right – on me. Do whatever she wants." 

Christi tied to object but it was no good, Gaurav had made up his mind, and it HAD been a long time since she had had a proper styling. The shampooing and rinsing of her scalp felt SOOO good. They didn't take much length off, but when they were done her hair had a lovely wave in it and a perky bounce and every strand seemed to glisten like honey. Gaurav seemed transformed, from a random mop to a neatly contoured style that looked young and suave all at once. 

"Wow," he said. "Christi, you look great."

"Why thank you," she gushed. "So do you."

"Hmmm..." he said, "now the rest of it."

"The rest of what?" 

"Well, you just spent two and a half hours of your time making me look and feel good," he said. "What did you see that YOU really wanted?"

"Huh?"

"I mean it. I want to get you something. To say thank you. I feel better than I have my whole life. I'm ready to take on the world. Let me get you something too."

"I... wow. I hadn't really thought about it."

"Well, think about it now."

They worked back through the designer stores until Christi found herself lingering over one with gorgeous silk dresses in oriental patterns. It was one of the smaller shops and seemed to only have one woman on staff, who was terribly flustered trying to sort out a pile of inventory and deal with a stream of customers. Left largely to herself, Christi browsed to her heart's content and wound up taking eight or nine dresses back into the changing rooms. Gaurav waited outside the door.

After a few minutes, she opened the door and peeked out at him. "Pssst... Gaurav!" she whispered urgently. "Can you help me out here?"

He was surprised. "What?"

"Come in here. I can't get this on by myself."

He looked around nervously but the sole saleswoman was swamped at the front counter. He swallowed hard and ducked inside the changing room. Christi was halfway into a figure-hugging thigh-length red silk dress ; the zipper was in the back and she couldn't reach it. 

"I can't get this zipped," she explained. "Can you pull it up?"

Gaurav swallowed and nodded and reached to help her. He froze at the sight or her equally red silk bra strap, then mastered himself enough to pull the zipper up to the top. She sighed and thanked him and turned around. 

"So? What do you think?"

Gaurav had a hard time talking. The dress hugged every one of Christi's luscious curves in the best way possible. She had added black stiletto heels and her legs seemed to climb for miles before disappearing into the silk at the thigh. A cutout over her chest revealed her generous cleavage, but the collar closed over it at the throat. In the small changing room, this woman was close to him... so close....

"It's amazing..." he groaned. 

"Really? You like it? Let me try another one. Unzip, please!"

Christi turned her back to him and Gaurav felt the curve of her ass brush against his crotch. He froze, wondering if she had felt the bulge behind his fly. He obediently pulled the zipper down, all the way down the long lumbar curve of her spine. Christi whipped herself out of the dress in no time and stood in front of him in her bra and panties, scarlet and divine. Gaurav started to sweat. 

Christi reached for a blue dress in a similar cut to the red one and began to step into it when she glanced up. "I'm not sure which color is better but I – hey, are you OK?" she asked.

"Maybe you should just get them all," he said in a whisper.

"Get them all?" she asked. "That's a lot of money, Gaurav, I think I should try them on and pick the best one."

"The money's ok. Just get them all."

"Oh," Christi said, looking at him carefully. "Oh... I see. You're getting uncomfortable, aren't you?" He nodded. "And you're trying to be a gentleman?"

Christi liked this Indian guy. She hated that she was making him uncomfortable. If she had any sense she would put her clothes back on and let him go. But he was uncomfortable because she had power over him. And she couldn't help enjoying that feeling. She did not put her clothes back on, but instead stood in front of him, in the close confines of the changing room, in scarlet bra and panties and high heeled shoes. And nothing else but acres and acres of creamy skin. 

"Gaurav," she said softly, stepping even closer to him, "there's something you should know. I really like that you're a sweet gentleman. I do. But you don't have to be a gentleman with me. When guys are nice to me, they make me very grateful. Anders was super nice to me when he got you guys to let me come to Kappa house. So you know what I did for him?"

Gaurav shook his head.

"I stroked my pussy for him till I squirted. Then I let him stroke his cock and cum all over me." Christi smiled wickedly watching Gaurav's face. "It was great. I loved it! See, when I get grateful, I get horny, and I turn into this slutty whore. So if you're really going to buy me all these gorgeous dresses... I can be very grateful to you, too. Do you want me to?"

Gaurav could not believe this was happening. His back was pressed up to the wall of the tiny changing room. Her body was close against him. He could feel his cock throbbing in his new designer jeans and her soft breasts pressing insistently against his new stylish shirt. "Oh my god.... I would like that a lot..."

"I knew you would," she purred with a sinful smile. Their faces were close, so close together. She could tell he wanted to kiss her but she didn't let him. Instead she kept close, her eyes smiling, locked on his, watching his reaction to her every move and shift in position. Her tits pressed into his chest. Her breath sighed across his brown lips. Her hair brushed against his eyelids and nose. She slid her hands down his sides to his belt and slowly twined her fingers into it, slipping toward the front. They came to the buckle and she pulled it open, giggling quietly into his mouth. One hand slid back up his chest while the other ran down over the front of his new jeans. They were a close fit and she could feel his package squeezed too tight behind the denim. Gaurav quivered and moaned as she rubbed her hand against his crotch, then slid a finger down the seam under and between his legs. 

"Ohhh...." She teased him, "does that feel nice, baby?"

"Fuck yes..." he hissed.

"I think I found a tiger that needs to get out of its cage..." Christi purred. 

She slid in even closer to him, her lips brushing his neck. Gaurav groaned as he felt the damp heat of her breath on his skin, then her teeth nibbling his earlobe and a slick run of her tongue over her ear. Her breasts pressed gently into his chest. He brought his hands up and cupped them through the silk, feeling the curve and heft of them in his palms. 

Christi's hands went to work, tearing his belt buckle open and unzipping his fly. She groped down through the waistband of his boxers until her fingers found his engorged member, tangled in the folds of his underwear. A quick pull and it slipped free and pulled up straight. She gripped his cock in her fingers and started to stroke, a steady, even pulse, feeling him stiffen and harden at each touch. He felt like he would be... very satisfactory. Christi felt a rush of saliva over her tongue.

Gaurav pushed her bra cups up, pressing her cleavage together, and smothered his face in the creamy expanse of her tits. Christi gasped as he greedily kissed and sucked at her smooth skin, loving the feeling of him, loving his hunger. With a little shrug she managed to let the bra straps off her shoulders and her boobs lifted free of the cups, pink nipples poking out to his lapping tongue. He squeezed her tits in his hands and pinched her hardening nipples as her hand continued to caress the thick shaft between his legs. 

"Mmmm fuck," she sighed, "That feels sooo good, Gaurav..."

She felt a glow of heat rising inside her, pulsing deep in her pussy and radiating outward and up through her body, rays of fire reaching her tits for him to drink in through his greedy mouth. Her vision blurred over in a sudden headrush, and the lust started to take over complete. Christi moaned low in her throat. "Oh god.... Oh fuck....."

She couldn't help herself. The thick meat in her hand called to her. Her knees buckled and she crumpled to the floor, pulling her nipple loose from Gaurav's mouth. She could feel his hot breath on her face as she slid down, until she was kneeling in front of him, his stiff brown cock against her face. Eyes closed, she smiled in a trance of lust and rubbed it over her eyelids and nose and forehead. Her mouth parted to sigh on it with damp breath. A little saliva leaked out to the underside of his shaft and made it glisten. 

She opened wide and gasped for him. Gaurav thrust with his pelvis and the heavy dick pushed against Christi's waiting lips. She kissed it, lapped it, then opened wide again and welcomed him inside. He tasted of salt and musk. The head pushed against her palate and she slid her tongue along the veins of the shaft, squeezing it there and lapping around it. Spit flooded her mouth and she let it flow over his cock, bathing it, letting it drip over her lips and down onto her tits. 

He pushed more, groaning, and she took his member deeper. He was far in now. She felt the head squeezing toward her gullet and knew what to do. Carefully, she relaxed her throat and calmed the instinct to gag. The thick meat filled her whole mouth now. He fucked her face all the way in, all the way to the back of her mouth. The smooth head found the opening of her throat and wormed inside. Christi held him there, let him choke her slut throat with cock, her lips closed over him all the way to the root of his rich heavy dick. 




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 04



Only one thing bothered her as she finally released him and eased her head off his massive shaft. Her spittle oozed everywhere over his cock and her mouth and chin and chest as he pulled out from the first hard face fuck. She opened up her eyes and looked up at him. 

"Dammit, Gaurav," she rasped. "You're too fucking hairy. Anything you want me to lick, you've got to shave, ok? I gotta draw the line somewhere."

He was panting, amazed at how she had just taken his cock deep into her throat. "Huh? Lick what?"

"Your balls, you idiot," she said, and laughed at him. She stroked his dick in her hand and licked it as she spoke. "This is a nice cock, but I'm not going to lick those hairy balls of yours. Nor your ass. It's gross. Clean up next time and shave." 

"Ok. If I do... If I shave.,.."

"Then anything goes..." she said, and broke into an enormous, white-toothed smile. 

"But is my .... Is my cock.. you know.. OK?"

Christi laughed and swallowed him again, faster now, running him straight back into her throat and then quickly pulling off, leaving a trail of saliva hanging between her mouth and his cockhead.

"I don't know," she giggled, "Does it FEEL OK?" Gaurav tried to stammer out an answer but before he could, she dove onto his shaft again and sucked him deep. His words dissolved into a groan of ecstasy before he could say them. 

Christi reached behind her back and loosened the clasps of her bra. It fell away and let her tits hang free as she continued to blow Gaurav's brown cock. She wriggled against him so that he could feel their smooth softness against his thighs. She loved that taste of him, the feel of hard flesh filling her mouth. For Gaurav, it was as though the earth melted away. He had never been further than to kiss a couple of girlfriends and attempt awkward, mostly failed gropes through their sweaters. That, and watching a lot of porn. 

What Christi was doing now was a new world for him. She pumped his dick with her mouth, fucking him with her face. Everything was sweetness and damp and slick heat inside, flooding around him. 

She thought about how it would feel to let him fuck her cunt too, to take his thick meat inside her pussy and blow a sticky load there. But there was noise outside the changing room, somebody else coming. And she did want him to shave so that she could enjoy him fully. Better to finish him off here and save the rest for later. 

Gaurav felt his vision go blurry as Christi sucked him like a whore. He didn't know what to do. His whole life, his whole self, was a great shaft of flesh pumping into Christi's mouth as she gobbled his cock greedily. His body spasmed. He thought about her bouncing tits against his thighs and the tight curve of her ass down there below her new-cropped hair and groaned. Fire shot through his nerves. A flood of warmth gushed through his pelvis and he felt a gate unlatch somewhere deep in his balls.

Christi felt it – the sudden jerk, the shift of rhythm, the surge of heat. She threw herself into his dick harder, opened her eyes and gazed up at him through heavy lids, pleading with low moans to be fed as she sucked him into her throat. 

His eyes locked on hers like a lifeline, hypnotized by the sight of his cock plunging between her lips. The gate was open. The flow began. Thunder pounded in his ears. She smiled but did not release him from the sweet suction on his fat brown shaft. He seethed and panted like an animal as the hot gush came up his shaft and spouted into Christi's welcoming mouth. She squealed with glee but held his cock in her lips, running her tongue over the sensitive tip so that electric shocks of pleasure wracked his body. He shuddered and fell back against the wall behind, then slid down to sit on the changing room bench. Christi pumped her mouth onto his cock a few more times, more slowly, then let his glistening member drop free.

She smiled at him with tight pressed lips, kneeling between his knees, her arms resting on his thighs.

"Guesh whut ah haff im mah mouff," Christi murmured at him, trying to keep her lips closed. Gaurav raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Wanna shee?" she said, and then opened her mouth wide before he could answer. Glistening pearly cum – a huge load of it – filled her mouth like a creamy puddle, her tongue swishing it against her teeth. Some spilled and dripped down her chin and onto Gaurav's leg. She let him take a good look at his seed in her mouth, then threw her head back, gargled a moment, closed her mouth, and swallowed hard. Then she looked at him again, smiled even bigger, and opened wide again.

"Aaahh!" she said, as though he were her dentist. 

He could see that her mouth was clean and clear. She had gulped all of his potent seed down to her belly. "Yummy! Don't want to waste a drop!"

"You're wasting that one," he said, gesturing to the drip on his leg. Christi mocked shock and surprise, then leaned in and lapped the droplet of cum up with a long, lazy stroke of her tongue. She licked off her lips and chin as well. 

"Mmmm, now that's what I call fucking yummy!" she said. "Or yummy fucking, I guess. Either way."

"Either way, " Gaurav agreed. "Wow." 

They sat a moment like that, smiling at each other, recovering their breath and letting the sweat dry on their bodies.

"Next time, before you do anything to make me grateful, shave your balls first, OK?" Christi said. "That was just a taste. For me. I want to taste more next time."

Gaurav nodded. He was glad she was already talking about next time. He had always worried about how he would perform with a woman. Christi had made it all so easy. He wondered if other girls were like her. 

Gaurav's presentation was a smashing success. He got a contract as a freelance tech consultant and was paid a generous retainer. Christi was seen around campus sporting some beautiful silk Chinese dresses in various colors over the next few weeks. 



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Baristas

Four days a week, Christi worked as a barista at the Lightning Bean, a local coffee shop. She had always liked the place; a lot of students and professors hung out there and discussed art and poetry and politics, and she felt cooler whipping up lattes there than she would have in a Dunkin Donuts. The money wasn't bad but it wasn't very good, but they were allowed to leave out a tip jar. Most weeks the tips added up enough to let Christi catch a movie or go out while leaving her paycheck intact for the next round of bills. When it got quiet and all the cleaning and prep was done, the manager didn't mind her catching up on homework reading, so all in all it was a good deal. 

Since she had moved in at Kappa, Christi began to realize how much appeal she could have to guys, and it made little changes to her approach to the Lightning Bean. She smiled more, winked every now and then, sometimes laid her hand on the shoulder of seated customer when clearing up or letting her fingers brush theirs as she handed them coffee. She held on to shirts that had shrunk a little tight on her figure, rather than throwing them out, and opened up a button or two on the ones that had buttons, letting a little creamy cleavage show. The results amazed her. The tip jar, that used to have a little paltry pocket change each week, filled up much more rapidly, and with dollar bills rather than spare coins. 

But for all that, she knew that she was not the main attraction in the little coffee shop. That was Lily. Lily was a goddess. She had graduated the year before but stayed on to enjoy college town life, the little bars and bookshops and the art and underground music. She stood easily 5' 9" and didn't hesitate to wear high heels sometimes, a lithe deity with legs that stretched up and up forever until they disappeared into the folds of her india-print skirts. She had a sweet round face and a ready smile of white teeth for everyone, and there was not a human being, male or female, who was not desperately in love with her. It killed Christi that someone who was so sickeningly gorgeous should also be so sweet -- it was impossible to hate her. 

The coffee shop stayed open late, since it served a college town, and Christi often pulled an evening shift to avoid conflicts with class. One evening, around nine o'clock, she was surprised to find Lily's car in the rear parking lot as she was clearing out the trash and getting ready to hand over to the night shift. It was odd because Lily had finished her own shift a full hour earlier and Christi thought she had said she was going home -- why was her car still there? But the thought passed when she discovered that the morning crew had forgotten to restock trash bags from dry storage, so she would have to get more herself. Normally dry storage sat undisturbed all day after morning prep. 

The morning crew had been even more incompetent than usual. Christi realized that a light was on in the storeroom, gleaming dimly under the door, but the door was locked. Waste of electricity, and here we are bragging how green our coffeeshop is, she groaned inside. She fetched a key from the manager's desk. The shop was empty, before the late night study crew came in. Christi opened the storeroom door... and froze. 

Lily was there. And she wasn't alone. 

Christi thought fast and slipped a step back silently. She eased the door closed, almost all the way... and left a crack to watch. 

There was a quilted pad spread out on the concrete floor, the kind of thing that moving vans use to prevent furniture scratching up in transit. A man was lying on it on his back. He had a dark brown crew cut and a goatee, and was wearing a pinstripe suit. Mostly wearing it, that is....his tie was in disarray, and his slacks were pulled down to his knees.

Lily was riding him. She had a white blouse on, unbuttoned and hanging open to reveal her gentle, modest breasts in a sea of creamy white skin. India-print skirts were hiked up to her waist. She knelt straddling the man, her hands on his chest, pumping her pelvis against him. Christi couldn't see much at her angle, but she knew his cock must be hammering up into her pussy. She felt a little wet gush in her own cunt at the thought.

The couple's bodies heaved together. The man was thrusting his hips up from the floor, filling the goddess. Lily answered with thrusts of her own, driving her body down onto him, dragging his thick shaft up inside her. She threw her head back and moaned, enjoying the feeling as her body filled up with his cock. 

He was fucking her hard. They must have been at it a while, so fast and furious. His forehead was glazed in sweat. Lily fucked him back in perfect synch, matching him pulse for pulse. She was whispering. "Yesss... fuck me.... You fucking prick... give me your fucking cock...."

Christi couldn't believe the sight. Unconsciously, one hand lifted the hem of her own skirt and she slid a finger inside her own panties. Her cunt was slick and warm. She stroked it softly and lazily. A sigh of pleasure slipped out of her lips.

The man didn't hear it, too busy fucking the goddess. But Lily did. She didn't break rhythm, but her head whipped up, her eyes wide. Those warm brown eyes met Christi's catlike golden ones for a moment, and Lily saw the lust and pleasure in her observer's face. Then she relaxed and winked and shoved her cunt down on the cock beneath her even harder. 

The man started to moan uncontrollably. His body bucked. "Oh fuck..." He grunted, quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear... "oh my fucking god..."

Lily knew her cue. Smooth as a cat, she slid off his shaft and down between his legs. Christi got a good look at a thick greasy pole of a cock before Lily swallowed it between her coral lips and bobbed her head on it vigorously. Her tongue lapped out around it every few strokes. 

He groaned and shuddered, and then with a final half-suppressed groan, spasmed from his place on the floor. Lily slipped her mouth free of the cock to let his load spurt in a messy arc through the air and spatter over her nose and cheeks. She smiled, then gulped his cock again and sucked in him with the cum dripping down to her jaw line, drinking the last of his precious load. 

"Mmmm, very nice," she purred at him. "You coming back next week?"

"Oh fuck, yes," the man said. "Wouldn't miss it." 

"I'll look forward to it. Vanilla latte?"

"The usual," he chuckled. 

Then it was suddenly over. The stranger -- whom Christi finally realized had been a customer in the shop earlier that afternoon, during Lily's shift -- hopped up, pulled up his pants and zipped up, and headed for the door. Christi was barely quick enough to close it and skitter down the hall before he noticed she was there. 

He left by the rear exit and Christi rushed back into the room. Lily sat on the mat, nonplussed, licking cum from her face. She looked up at Christi, blushed, giggled, and then recovered her composure.

"Are you going to tell?" was all she asked.

Christi thought for a moment, then made a decision. She walked over to the mat and knelt on it beside the ivory goddess. "Not if you share that with me."

Lily paused and looked at her, surprised, then opened up an enormous sunrise of a smile. She held out her cum-stained face and closed her eyes. Christi leaned in, smelled the goddess' perfume, and then slowly licked the stranger's cum off her co-worker's cheek and nose. It tasted salty and pungent. Then she worked her way around to Lily's mouth and closed her lips in a slow, languid kiss.

They parted and looked at each other for a moment, and smiled. Then Christi said, "OK, fess up now. What the fuck was that? Who was that guy? I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend."

"He wasn't a boyfriend," Lily said. "He was a customer."

"A what?" Christi wasn't sure what she was hearing. 

"A customer," Lily shrugged. "He gives really good tips."

"Good tips?"

"Mm hmm. Like, REALLY good tips." 

"How the hell did this get started?" Christi was fascinated.

"It actually started with Peter, about six months ago," Lily explained. "He's a lawyer, has his lunch here a lot?"

"Oh yeah, I think I remember him."

"Well, he was a terrible flirt. Always saying this or that. Nothing gross, nice stuff, when I served him. And I would tease him. He'd ask what was good to eat, and I'd say I was, then, oh you mean for lunch? It was all in fun, but he was cute. Then one day he spilled a drink and I leaned over him to clean it up, and as I came back I let my hand brush across his lap -- and he was hard as a rock! Oh man, I loved feeling that. I started to pull away, but he grabbed my wrist and held my hand there... made me really get a good feel before he let me go. What a cock! I think I must have blushed, and I said, they don't pay me enough for this. He said, I figured you made your money in tips. And I said I do, but you don't tip me enough for this either."

"Holy shit, you're crazy!" Christi cried out.

"Ha ha, I guess so," Lily said. "Anyway, he comes back next day, and leaves this envelope on the table with my name on it when he gets up to go to the bathroom. So I look at it and open it. He's put three hundred dollars inside and a note that says, 'follow me.' So I snuck back to the bathroom and knocked... and he let me in."

"Oh my god, what happened?"

"He ate my pussy for the rest of his lunch," Lily giggled." Did a damn good job of it. Quick, but damn good. Then I had my lunch too... and fed on him..."

"And you didn't get caught?"

"We left separately so no one noticed. Got lucky. I snuck the spare storeroom key and made a copy after that. No one comes in here after morning shift. So I gave him a note to meet me in there after my shift next time he had an envelope. We did that a couple times and then he brought a friend...."

"Holy shit! Why don't you just take them back to your apartment?"

"I have too many roommates, and the landlord is also a cop. This is actually less risky. I've been doing it for months and you're the first person to catch me." 

"But that guy wasn't Peter, I know him. Who was that?"

"I don't know, actually. There's a little network of guys in the area, friends and colleagues of Peter's and one of them refers another... they have to know a little code word so I know they're legit."

"Wow..." Christi said. "Lily, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Are the guys -- are they nice to you? I mean, are any of them scary or skeevy or anything?"

Lily laughed. "I was so scared they would be once I took the plunge. But actually, that's the funny thing -- they're nicer than most boyfriends I've had. They're older, and more mature, and, well, you know -- I'm not a cheap ten dollar whore. Some of them are just single and lonely and want a girl without the stress of the dating game, some of them have dead marriages and appreciate a woman who'll give them the attention they crave. I've had some guys leave an envelope and then just come in here to talk. And besides, if I don't like the look of a guy I can just ignore the envelope and not pick it up. They need me to leave a note on their table to give them the appointment before anything happens."

"OK, Lily, then I've got another question."

"Shoot."

"Do you want a ... y'know, a partner or anything?"

Lily burst out laughing. "Want a cut of my business now, do you?"

Christi blushed. "No! No, it's just... well, I guess, yes, I do." 

"Seriously?"

"I almost had to quit school this year because of money. The guys at Kappa house took me in, and I started to feel grateful to the ways they've been so nice to me... and I've kinda let one jerk off on me and gave a blowjob to another, and... well fuck, I really liked it! If these guys will pay three hundred a pop, I mean, if there are any you don't have time for or anything.... I could use the money, yeah."

Lily thought about it. "Y'know, I said I haven't been caught before now, but now you DID catch me. It would probably safer to have someone else on staff as lookout. We could do it for each other, trade off. Wait a minute, I just realized -- if we have each other to cover the front counter and be lookout, we could take customers any time it's not too busy for one of us to slip in back. Tell you what -- next time you're on shift and a customer comes in, I'll sound him out about trying you instead, or maybe we can set up an after hours two-for-one or something. And there's got to be something in it for me. I'll handle the money and I'm taking ten percent of whatever you get. Is that fair?"

Christi's mind boggled at how businesslike Lily sounded, but oddly it felt reassuring. "Deal. Let's shake on it."

"Shake on it, my ass. You're my whore now. Show me how you kiss."

Christi did. She hadn't experimented with girls before, but she felt layers of inhibition falling away from her like a snake shedding layers of skin. She was a whore now. It was official. Lily had said so. The ambiguities and uncertainties and tentative guilt about her gratitude to Anders and Gaurav evaporated. She knew what she was. I am a whore, Christi said in her mind. I live to give and take pleasure. And she kissed her new mentor in sluttery.

It was surprisingly tender. Their breath sighed back and forth, hot and moist. Lily took the lead with her tongue, letting it play across Christi's lips, teeth, and palate. Christi curdled inside and sucked Lily deeper, a long, slow, kiss, not a kiss of love but of passion, of urges released. 

They finally, slowly, parted. Lily smiled. "I think you're going to be great." 



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 06



Chapter 6: The First John

Apparently no clients showed up the next day and Christi and Lily had a disappointingly ordinary day of work serving coffee and sandwiches. The day after that Christi was not on the schedule, but she was on the same shift with Lily the following day, a Wednesday. She came on at 2:00, overlapping with Lily, who had worked the lunch hour. The manager of the coffee shop, who normally came in early to prep breakfast, left about the same time as Christi arrived. 

Christi tied her apron on and joined Lily behind the counter, saying hi and what could she do to start? Lily flashed her an enormous smile and winked. "You can be ready for five o'clock, is what."

"Five o'clock?" Christi asked. Lily nodded, pulled a thick white envelope from the front pocket of her own apron and dropped it into Christi's pocket. 

"I already took my ten per cent. It will be the lull between the tea time rush and the light-dinner crowd. He gets off work then. It's the best time for most of them."

"Will I be on my own?" Christi asked, suddenly nervous. 

"I'm going to be lookout for you," Lily said. "I thought about offering a two-for-one to get you started, but I think it's better to be safe. Maybe we'll find a way to swing that later. And I'm pretty sure you can figure out what to do. I've felt how you kiss."

Christi and Lily spent the next three hours rushing about brewing coffee, mixing lattes, toasting bagels and slicing cheesecake for a busy afternoon of customers, businessmen making sales and professors discussing papers with students and students studying. It all fell into a familiar pattern, the mid-afternoon rush that all coffee shops have. The Lightning Bean offered some soups and sandwiches that would bring a bit of a dinner crowd but nothing like a full restaurant, but they served it in order to stay open for the late-night study-breakers who drank enormous amounts of caffeine. Christi kept up her routine, tried hard to treat Lily normally, and suppressed the adrenaline rush at the thought of the thick envelope in her pocket and her five o'clock appointment. During a fifteen-minute break she slipped out the back door and counted the money - $270, in twenties and tens, Lily's standard fee minus her percentage. Madam Lily, Christi thought to herself, and grinned. 

The afternoon customers slowly filtered out until the shop was practically empty, and the clock showed a minute before five. They were now the only two staff working the place. Lily nodded at Christi. "Better go back there. I'll send him in when he comes."

"Should I ... y'know... get changed or anything?"

"Only if you want to."

"Ummm... and how long should we stay back there?"

"I always make it clear that I'm on the clock for the shop as well as doing a service for them. You go till he's done, but if he's not done by quarter to six, I need you out here to help prep dinner. Don't rush him but don't let him drag it out too much." 

Christi sighed and her hands trembled. Lily saw and took her arms, and looked her in the face.

"Hey -- you don't have to do this if you're not comfortable. I can go instead, it's OK." Christi smiled. "No -- I'm ok. Just stage fright or something, I guess. I've always been in control before, to seduce a guy who wasn't expecting it."

Lily nodded. "You're in control still. He's more scared of you than you are of him. Guys are terribly nervous about their cocks, you know." "OK."

Christi grabbed a key and headed back to the dry storage room, opened it, flicked on the light, and went in. To her surprise, the mat was already laid out and there was a little folding stool with a bouquet of roses, an unlit candle, a matchbook, and a little bowl of chocolates on it. She went to it and found a note with her name on it. When she opened it, a whiff of perfume met her nose, and she read:

Christi -- Any man alive is lucky to have you. You are the sexiest woman in the world. Enjoy yourself as much as I enjoy you! Lily

Christi smiled and a warm wave of calm washed over her. She knelt by the stool, lit the candle, and turned out the light. In the soft candle flame, she wondered if she should be clothed or naked. She remembered that Lily had been basically clothed when she caught her a few days earlier, and realized the storeroom would be pretty chilly in the buff. But she did remember to remove her apron at least, let her hair down from its ponytail, and loosened a few buttons on her blouse. She hadn't thought to wear particularly cute underwear, just a plain beige bra and panties, but she hoped her first client wouldn't mind.

A knock came on the door. This is it! She thought to herself. "Come in," she said.

It opened softly and a man stepped in. He was wearing a grey suit but had removed his tie. He was not very tall and slight of build, bearded with brown hair, with soft eyes. Everything about him said nice and shy.

"Hi," she said nervously.

He looked down, nervous too. "Hi."

"I'm Christi," she said, and gave him a smile. He seemed so sweet.

"Hi," he said again. "I'm, uh... I'm John."

She laughed. "You are not!"

The client giggled a little. "Yeah, actually, I am. It really is John." 

"Did Lily tell you it would be me here?"

"Yeah," he answered. "She said you were really nice and I should .... Umm... meet you. So... here I am." 

Christi reached out a hand to him from where she knelt on the mat. "Well, I'm really glad you came. Ummm.... You're going to be my first John." She giggled. "In every sense."

She didn't let go of his hand, but slowly drew him over to herself so that he settled into the mat beside her. Christi realized that Lily had picked the perfect first customer to send to her; no way could she be nervous around this mild-mannered, sweet man. She realized that sooner or later she was going to want someone more assertive who would take control. But she felt powerful again. She could do anything with this little guy. 

"Would you like a chocolate?" she asked. John shook his head, but she unwrapped one anyway, held it in her own teeth, and then took him by the back of his neck and pulled him close. His lips parted and she slid the chocolate into his mouth with a thrust of her tongue. Her tongue lingered over his teeth and lips as he took it, and then let him go to chew and swallow.

"So, John," she continued, her face close to his, "is there anything in particular you want? Or don't want? I don't want to disappoint you." 

John gulped the chocolate down awkwardly. "I... I'm a pretty basic guy, really. I just want... you know... the basics." 

Christi smiled. "Basics sound good to me. Let me help you here...."

She slid his jacket off his shoulders, then took him by his hands and guided them to her shirt. Her face still close, she looked into his eyes and let her lips brush over his without quite kissing him. He took the cue and started to unbutton her blouse. Christi smiled bigger as he opened it up to reveal her breasts, held in the (sadly dull) beige bra. She rose up on her knees, bringing her tits to his face level. John's hands reached around her back and fumbled with the clasp, while she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him into her cleavage. She could feel the tickle as he kissed and sucked at her tits. Then he finally got the clasp free; she reached up her sleeves (they were short) from outside and pulled the shoulder straps out over each arm, so that the whole bra fell away and her boobs fell free, soft, round, and inviting. John's hands groped and gripped each in turn as his face turned from one to the other, nibbling and licking. 

"Mmmm John," she said softly, "do you like my tits? Hmmm?"

"Mmm oh god yes," he murmured from deep in her flesh.

Christi really felt a gush of dampness in her pussy as he grazed over her boobs hungrily. He was in heaven and she loved putting the poor shy guy there. It was so nice to be someone's heaven, and so easy!

"Well," she said slowly, letting him feast, "you may love tits, John, but me -- I love cock."

He didn't say anything but continued sucking his way across her flesh from one breast to the other. Christi's hands groped down his back and sides till they found his belt. She grasped at it till she found the buckle and loosened it, then undid his fly. He was basically seated in front of her, his legs apart, and she knelt between his knees, reaching down around her lush bosom and his head buried in it to the growing bulge between his thighs. His fly came open and she reached inside. She could feel his swelling cock and groped at it. It quivered at her touch and stiffened up harder inside bland white briefs. 

"Ah..." she said in a whisper. "THIS is what I want! Lie back and get your pants off."

He looked up from her tits in slight surprise, then obeyed, lying back and wriggling out of his slacks. Christi stood up over him. She had worn jeans, not thinking of the possibility of this happening, and made a mental note to wear skirts to work in the future. But she made a show of it in the candle light, turned around and showed her ass to him, then slowly shimmied out of the jeans (and her dull beige panties) until she could step free of them. 

"Now, John," she said, "you like tits, hmmm?"

"Oh fuck yes," he said.

"Good boy. Have some more..." Christi stepped over by John's head and knelt down above him, lowering her breasts to his face as he lay on the ground. A huge boyish grin broke over his face. Her breasts were large, soft, and natural, and the force of gravity made them hang and envelop him in pure bliss. Christi slowly swayed and slid back and forth, helping him enjoy every ounce of them as he fondled, kissed, and sucked at them.

Meanwhile his cock still craved attention, nearly full but not quite. It wasn't a big cock, to tell the truth. But it wasn't small either. Christi thought of Anders' pink monster with a twinge of nostalgia. But John would do just fine. She couldn't reach it with her mouth while she was treating John to a feast of tits, but she reached with her hands and grasped it firmly, and began to tug. It stretched out properly and grew hard in her hands, and she smiled eagerly. He groaned and wriggled under her and she giggled. She began to stroke his cock steadily, in quick rhythmic pulls, making it fill and swell. It grew to a nice decent size and began to look very tasty to her.

"OK," she said, "ready for a different thing to eat?" John moaned something that she hoped was a yes, and Christi crawled up his body, letting her breasts sweep and brush over his taut skin. Finally her thighs straddled his head. She slid her knees apart, pressing her open pussy down into his face. At the same time, she gripped the root of his cock firmly, opened her mouth, and swallowed him.

John didn't hesitate but plunged into the sixty-nine eagerly. Christi's pussy was damp and warm and he licked every fold of her aroused flesh. Her clit stood out at his chin, a tender pebble, and he lapped his tongue over it, making her squirm and squeal. He could feel her mouth on his pole and electric currents surged through his body. It was truly heaven. The moisture in her cunt built up and oozed out over his tongue, so that he lapped it up, making her slicker and slicker each moment. Christi's head was bobbing actively on his dick now, stretching it, smoothing it, sucking it in forcefully. Their bodies heaved against each other, each trying to eat like they were being eaten. Heat and sweat washed over them as they lost themselves in a frenzy of lust and hunger. 

Finally Christi gasped for breath and pulled off the iron rod, a long trail of spittle hanging from it to her lips. She ground her pelvis down onto John's head and he dug deep into her cunt. It was happening. The waves spasmed over her entire body and shook her like a tree in a hurricane, shuddering through her while her mind emptied and she could think of nothing but her lust. She wasn't in control any more, she wasn't saying anything, all that she had was the sheer thunderhead of joy that exploded from her sopping hot cunt.

It passed, finally, and she collapsed for a moment. I got paid for that, she thought to herself. Damn I'm lucky. But clarity returned and she knew that she wasn't getting paid only to enjoy herself. She rolled off of the mild mannered fucker's body, turned to him, lay back, and spread her legs. Her wet pussy opened, all pink and slick. He stared in fascination, and Christi crooked a finger to invite him in. 

John climbed up to his knees and over her. She reached down and grasped his stiff cock, pulling it to herself. When the tip of the head reached her vulva she twisted, rubbing it against herself, feeling the little aftershocks of orgasm, and giggled at him. But she had unlocked something inside the gentle man. As she teased her pussy with his cock, suddenly he gave a strong shove with his hips and drove the heavy shaft inside her. 

Christi's cunt was tight but slick, a perfect fit, gripping him every inch as he hammered his cock down into her and then slid it out again. He started slow and heavy, fucking her with a gradual thudding pulse. Then John began to pick up speed. He gripped her quivering body by the hips and humped his cock as deep into her pussy as it could go, thrusting hard and filling her with his hunger. Christi squealed with new pleasure as he took charge and used her body for his own satisfaction. She wrapped her arms under her soft tits and pressed them up and together, smiling as his eyes lit up at the sight of them. They quivered and bounced with each hammer thrust. He pressed his face into them again as he fucked her harder and harder, then lifted his head free just to look at the girl he was fucking for money. 

She could feel he was stiffening up. He was close. Christi giggled and smiled and decided to give him some encouragement. She winked at him, then closed her eyes, sucked on a fingertip, and rubbed it around one taut nipple. She opened her eyes and winked at him again. John's face was screwed up in a paroxysm of lust and desire. 

"Cum on me, baby," she whispered. "Cum on your whore. Cum on my whore tits. I want it baby, I want your cum, I want it!"

"Oh fucckkkkk..." John groaned.

"Give it to me on my big whore tits, baby, pleeease..." Christi moaned at him. "Please.... Pleeease give me your cum, baby..."

With a sudden roar, John pulled his swollen cock out of Christi's cunt and pushed his pelvis up at her. She slid down a little between his legs so that his shaft was at his cleavage, smiled and thrust her tongue out of open lips as she stroked him. He quivered and spasmed, then let out a sudden groan. "Yes, baby, yes, cum on meeee!" Christi cried, and he did. The cock in her hand vibrated and pulsed and then, at one last jerk, blasted a spurt of pearly seed. It splattered across Christi's heaving tits and her chin and tongue. She kept stroking and the first shot was followed by a second, and then even a third. She giggled and laughed as his body shook and sweat bathed his slight frame.

"Good boy!" she said. "Fuck, that was a lot of cum! You're really good!"

He smiled. "Really?"

"Fuck yeah! Come back and do that for me anytime, baby," Christi winked at him. "You know where to find me."

"Ahh..." he sighed. "Thank you."

"Aww, thank YOU," she said. "I had fun."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I'm new to this job. You made it easy for me."

He blushed and took a deep breath. "I guess I should go."

"You don't have to rush," she said. "But I think that was what you came for, wasn't it?"

He nodded. "It sure was. Thanks, ummm...."

"Christi."

"Thanks, Christi."

"Any time."

She kissed him sweetly and helped him get his clothes on. She knew that it wasn't like a date where he could spend the night afterwards, but tried not to hustle him out. She gave him hugs and kisses and let him linger a few minutes before going. He gave her one last smile and disappeared. She dressed herself again and went out to see Lily.

The coffeehouse was still deserted, except for one elderly woman sipping tea by the window seat. Lily was behind the counter. Christi gave her a thumbs-up as she joined her there. Lily looked up and down Christi's figure. 

"You still have cum on your cleavage," she said softly so the elderly customer wouldn't hear. Christi had left her blouse a little unbuttoned. 

"Oh, did I forget to clean up fully?" Christi teased her with a mock-innocent voice. "I wonder if anyone can help me with that?"

"You bitch," Lily smiled. She took Christi by the shoulders and forced her back behind a tall espresso machine where the elderly lady couldn't see, bent down, and licked John's pearly cum from Christi's tits. She continued the long lick up her throat to her chin and then gave her a tender kiss. The girls shared the cum back and forth until finally they each swallowed a share. 

"Good first day?" Lily asked finally.

"Fucking awesome first day," Christi smiled. "When can I do it again?" 

"All in good time, little grasshopper," Lily said. "I'm still going to be in business myself, you know. I'm only sending a few guys your way from time to time. And we have dinner service to prep." 

As they started cutting bread and laying out cold cuts, Christi wondered what other clients would come her way, and whether any of the boys in Kappa might wind up linked into Lily's little network.



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 07



Chapter Seven

Asian Boys

Back at Kappa house, Christi studied hard. She stayed up late nights writing papers. The temptation was strong to dump it, procrastinate, write them the night before like other students did, but Christi didn't want to be that kind of student. She wanted to excel, to do things the right way. She wrote drafts early and sent them in for professors' comment even when it wasn't required, angling for how to get the A's. Midterm was approaching and she didn't want it to catch her unprepared. 

It was hard to do. She wanted to go out and fuck and fuck and make money. It was so exciting to have Lily's thick envelopes in her pocket and the aftertaste of jizz in her mouth. It wasn't just because of the money, it meant something else. It was a kind of affirmation, she thought. It said she was meeting someone's need. It meant she was desirable. 

Lily made her ration her whoring time at the Lightning Bean, though. They talked business frankly when no one else was in the coffee shop. The more clients they took, the more the chance they would get caught. The longer they kept at it, the more chance they would get caught. Not only that, but they had entered the only profession where you made more money as a novice than you would when you got older. 

"Don't get addicted to the envelopes," Lily warned her. "I've thought about this a lot. Get addicted to the envelopes and next thing you know you're a dried-up crack whore getting beaten by a pimp and giving ten-dollar blow jobs in dirty back alleys. We can stay safe and make good money for a little while as long as we're young and only select a handful of customers. Finish school, stick to your day job, and plan for what you'll do next. This is fun but it's only for now, OK?" 

As it was, there was a little circle of ten or twelve men who came into the coffee shop with envelopes, two or three in any given week. Lily would pass one a week to Christi and handle the others herself. Almost always, afterwards, the girls would save a little cum for each other and pass it in furtive licks and kisses. The rest of the time, it was back to lattes and bagels. 

Christi thought that it was funny, how much she and Lily devoured each other after having a client. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, nor bisexual, either. She wondered what it was that made her throw herself at Lily when she came out of dry storage. Finally she realized it was the cum. She never touched or kissed Lily any other time except when pearly jizz graced her perfect lips or cheek or collarbone. She couldn't resist the stuff. It was like magic, something mystical; here was the power of life, the alchemy that made babies out of mere cells and tissue, and guys happily spent it everywhere, spurting it all over girls like it was water, because they always had more to spare. This glorious wastage was a powerful sorcery, and Christi found herself obsessing over it, laying awake at night gazing at Fyodor on her ceiling dreaming of cum showering over her body. When Lily showed her the precious droplets on her ivory skin, Christi simply had to taste it, to share it. 

As Christi rumbled through her studies with half of her brain and mused over her partnership with Lily with the other, a knock came on the door. She sighed, rubbed her eyes, set the notebook aside and went to open it.

Albert and Chris were standing at the door -- the two Korean Kappa brothers who had been in the common room before she had her shopping trip with Gaurav. They looked a little shy, and Albert blushed visibly when she opened for them.

"Hi guys," she said. "What's up?"

They stood awkwardly for a moment, then Chris swallowed and spoke first. "Well, uh, Christi, we were wondering... We were going to go shopping, uh, over at the mall, and, ummm, we were wondering if you might... you know ... might want to come along."

"You're going to the mall," Christi said flatly. "You're going shopping."

"Uh, yeah. Do you want to come?" Chris said. Albert looked like he was almost ready to choke.

"Shopping for clothes?"

"Yeah. We thought we'd buy some new clothes."

Christi started to chuckle. "Have you guys been talking to Gaurav, by any chance?" 

Albert broke into a nervous titter. Chris looked around sheepishly and tried to cover. "Uh, sure, well, we talk to Gaurav all the time. He said you were.. y'know... a big help to him when he... uhhh..."

"OK, look," Christi cut him off. "If you really want to go clothes shopping, I'll do it, but not tonight. I have tests coming up and a paper due Wednesday, and it will take way too much time when you count driving and trying stuff on and all. Maybe I could go over the weekend or something."

"Oh. Uh, okay. We can wait till the weekend..." Chris replied. He failed to hide his disappointment.

"But if what you're REALLY asking is if you can hang out with me like Gaurav did, I can take a study break for an hour. And I can be grateful like I was with him if anybody wants to be generous like he was. OK?" Christi ended this with a devilish smile. Gaurav was a nice guy, but she had a strong suspicion that he couldn't have helped bragging about how much he had spent on her and the gratitude she had shown.

The two stared at her for a second to process what she had said. Then it dawned on them. She could see them starting to feel for their wallets, and realizing they didn't carry cash. "Um.... Do you take a credit card?" Albert asked.

Christi giggled, then pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, Albert. There's an ATM in the student center if you need to come back."

Chris and Albert looked at each other, and then at her. "We'll be back in a minute!" they said almost in synch, and almost hurtled down the twisting stairs. Christi chuckled. This was so easy!

They were as good as their word. Less than fifteen minutes had passed before she could hear them stomping up the staircase, taking the steps two at a time in their rush. She had decided to change from her comfy cotton pajamas into one of Gaurav's figure-hugging Chinese silk dresses and went for crazy over-the-top dragon-lady makeup. The irony that her new customers were Asian for real didn't occur to her until she already had the getup on, and she hoped they wouldn't be offended or think she was being racist. At least she hadn't had time to put her hair up in some faux-Geisha do. 

They knocked on the door and Christi opened for them. They froze in their tracks, staring at her in amazement. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Gaurav bought it for me."

They nodded dumbly.

"It's OK if you don't. I have a feeling I won't be wearing it long." And she flashed them her best evil smile. 

"Um, we went to the student center..." Chris started to say, and held out an envelope toward her.

Christi remembered Lily's cautions about the profession she had taken on. "Oh, don't give ME anything," she said. "But if you want to hang out, you can drop your stuff on the dresser. People seem to forget stuff in here all the time, strangely." This was not true, but Christi wanted plausible deniability if anyone came asking about what went on in her room at Kappa House and figured it would be best to obscure any direct receipt of money from these or any future visitors. 

They grinned sheepishly and two thick ATM deposit envelopes landed on her bureau. Christi closed the door and lit a pair of candles, turning the other lights out. 

"Why don't you two sit on the bed and get comfortable," she said, and they did, removing their shoes but not sure what else to do. "Neither of you have done this before, have you?"

They shook their heads, but then Chris added, "Well, I had a girlfriend last summer, and we did some stuff, you know... like, second base."

Above the waist. That was sweet, Christi thought. And kind of sad, too. "Well, I think it's time you hit some home runs. Hmmm... do you like porn?"

Albert gulped and she knew that he was embarrassed, but there was no hiding it, and they nodded. "Good," she said, and let it roll off her lips like a purr. "I think we'll start with what's familiar to get comfortable. Pretend I'm a girl on your screen now, and we'll go from there."

As they sat among the pillows on her bed watching, she pulled a wooden chair to the center of the floor and sat on it. She arched her back sinuously, showing the curves of her body in the silk dress, and let her torso writhe, running her hands over her neck and collar and tits and down her belly to her thighs. She threw her head back to show the long line of her throat, then whipped it down again to gaze at them with hungry, slutty eyes. Her knees lifted and she set her high heels (she had changed shoes too) on the edge of the bed, one inside either of the boys' thighs. They stirred in nervous excitement. Her fingers pulled the hem of the dress up her own legs until they could see her red satin panties. She gently massaged her inner thighs with her fingers and sighed softly. She could tell that they were starting to stir and swell behind the flies of their pants. 

Slowly, she reached down and took her panties in her fingers and twisted them. It pulled aside and she showed them the folds of her pussy flesh, a little swollen and glistening in the candle light. She felt her power over them and it turned her on. She licked her lips slowly, staring at them as one fingertip traced little circles around her clit, drawing it up to blossom, and smooth lines up and down the lips of her cunt.

"Has any girl shown you this before, Albert?" she asked in a low whisper.

"No," he answered shyly.

"Chris, has any girl shown you her dirty cunt before?"

"No," he said.

"I'm showing you mine. Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Albert, do you like my slutty hole?"

"Oh god... yes!'

"Why aren't you boys stroking your cocks yet? Don't you like me?"

They froze, embarrassed at that. "Go on," she purred at them. "Show me your cocks. Show me how you stroke them when you look at porn on the internet."

There was a moment of silence, then immediately the two frat boys were tearing at their pants, opening belts and ripping flies down in haste. They pushed their pants and underwear down to their knees. Their cocks sprung out, erect and eager, as Albert and Chris fell back to sitting and obediently began to stroke.

Now Christi had once done a bit of research out of idle curiosity and discovered that someone actually had done a real study on penis size. It turned out there was a little truth to the stereotypes; white men averaged a six-inch long cock when erect, black men seven inches, and Asians only about five. So she had been curious, and a little worried, how Albert and Chris would stack up. As they pulled themselves to full length, she was pleased. Albert's shaft was rather short but he was surprisingly thick, more so than most. Chris' dick was not a monster but as big as most she had seen. She was relieved. She wouldn't have to fake anything, this would be nice. 

Christi turned her attention to pleasuring herself, keeping her legs spread wide so that Albert and Chris could see every stroke. She licked her fingers and let her saliva drizzle freely over the tips, then rubbed them thoroughly into her rich snatch. Her cuntlips swelled up in response and oozed with slick fluid, her clit pulsed and glowed at her touch. She thought about pushing in and making herself squirt for the boys the way she had for Anders, but something held her back. She looked out at the two of them through heavy lidded eyes. They stared into her whorish slit with hungry eyes, their hands pumping up and down the shafts of their cocks. She stretched out a high-heeled foot toward Chris, brushing the spike heel against his hand. He lifted it away and she carefully nudged his long dick with her heel. One little kick and she could skewer him and he knew it. But she eased the smooth hard spike along the side of his shaft, and let the threat and the excitement thrill through him before turning to Albert and doing the same. They groaned almost in unison. 

She still had her dress on, even her panties. That wasn't right! So after the long tease, making them stroke their cocks for her, she lowered her feet to the floor and stood up, hooking the underwear in her thumbs and sliding it down her legs and off in one smooth movement. Then, still centered between them, she stepped over to the bed and raised her knees to it, climbing on so that she was straddling one leg of each of them. She set a hand on either thigh and slid up and inward until her fingers closed around each of their two shafts, gently displacing their own hands.

"Here's a little secret, fuckers," she said. "Getting stroked by a slut is a whole other world from wanking your own meat. Or am I wrong?" she ended on a high, fake, teasing tone. 

"Oh god!" Albert cried, and she knew she wasn't wrong. Chris only grunted. 

"Somebody unzip me," she ordered, still holding their cocks in her two hands, bending forwards between them as much as she could without tipping over. They fumbled over her shoulders and back and found the zipper down the back of the dress, and finally managed to drag it down. Christi slowly and firmly kept pumping each of their cocks up and down the whole time. She liked the supple feel of meat in her hands. When the zipper was down, she shrugged and let the dress fall from her shoulders down around her elbows. She had put on a demi-cup bra with blue lace and ribbons that let her pink nipples poke up in the open air. It lifted her tits up to create a deep, lush cleavage. 

"Don't be shy, boys," she said, "I have two. One each -- I know you want to..."

They did. Each of the Kappa boys threw themselves at one of her tits. Chris licked to kiss and lick, she discovered, on her right; Albert liked to suck. He bit and nursed furiously like he wanted to get milk from her, which made her giggle. Guys could be such little boys sometimes. Their heads were, of necessity, close together, and the thought crossed her mind of getting them to kiss each other. They were putty in her hands, they just might do it, she thought. Maybe she could even get them to suck each others' cocks. But she dropped the thought after playing with it; she had yet to meet a guy who had admitted to wanting that, and didn't want to scare her nice new clients away. Besides, the thought didn't give her any particular thrill, it was just the curiosity of how far her power ran. Funny how guys always wanted girls to swing both ways but never wanted to themselves. 

The feasting on her tits was clumsy but it was urgent and total and she started to feel little tingles running through her body from her nipples, making her giddy. She kept stroking their cocks and letting them eat their fill. Sighs and purrs slipped through her lips, and she whispered to them from time to time... "Do you like that, baby? Do you like eating my slut tits? Are they big enough for you? Are you my dirty little fucker, hmmm?" 

Albert started panting and groaning. "Oh god," he cried, "this is... so good.. oh shit... I don't wanna cum without being in you...."

It hadn't occurred to her that he would be ready to cum so soon, but then she remembered how little experience he had. She let his cock go and pulled back a little, letting Chris have both her tits (he still seemed to be fine). "You want to fuck me, baby?"

"Oh god, please!"

"You want to fuck this horny bitch?"

"Oh yesss...."

"Don't touch yourself!" His hand snapped away from his crotch. "You cum for me, not yourself, fucker. Tell me you want to fuck me."

"I do!"

"No!" she snarled. "Tell me YOU WANT TO FUCK ME!"

"Oh god... I want to fuck you!"

"Good boy. Never be polite with a whore," she told him. It had worked. His cock was erect and trembling and she could see the precum bead at its tip, but he wasn't about to blow at a touch any more. "Slide over, Chris, baby."

Chris shifted to the side and Christi laid down lengthwise on the bed on her back. She opened her legs and spread her cunt wide for Albert. "Here it is, fucker," she said. "Your promised land. You want to fuck me, do it. Show your whore what a fucker you are!"

Albert knelt between her legs and set his thick cockhead to her cunt. He was a little uncertain and confused by the folds of her pussy flesh, but Christi grabbed his shaft with one hand and spread her lips with the other and guided him in. "Like this, fucker. Fuck me here. Come on, give it to me good."

He felt her pussy open to him and groaned. He had only imagined feeling this and now the reality was beyond anything he had ever felt. Albert tried a cautious push with his thighs and his cock, short but thick, slid easily into Christi's slick cunt until he had buried it to the balls in her. Then he slid out and thrust again, gradually building confidence.

"Chris, feed me your cock now," Christi said, and Albert's buddy knelt over her face and pushed his dick into it. Christi opened her mouth and stretched her head back, a little awkward upside down, but in a moment she had the hang of it and the long member slid through her lips and across her tongue, back toward her throat. Chris moaned long and high as she swallowed his whole shaft and his head stuffed into the moist hole of her gullet. Albert groaned too, his hips starting to pump steadily, and his thick shaft bucked and rammed into her sopping slutty snatch. Both of them let their hands grope and grip all over her body, grabbing her sides and belly and tits as they fucked her at either end. 

It felt like an eternal paradise, but in reality Albert couldn't last long. His breathing became rough and erratic and he groaned, indeed almost whimpered, "Oh fuck oh god oh fuck." Christi felt his cock pumping faster and faster, spreading her cunt wide and stuffing her pussy, and then he groaned again, loudly. A thick warm gush washed up her belly inside and she felt everything go sticky and hot in her fuckhole. She moaned herself through a mouthful of dick, loving the feel of Albert's seed and the taste of Chris' pole. 

As soon as Albert had let his cum go, she pulled her mouth free of the blowjob she was giving, spun around on the bed and came up on all fours, facing the boy who had just blown his load in her pussy. She smiled, saliva and precum dripping down her face, and then lunged down and gulped his still half-swollen dick into her mouth. He groaned again and threw his head back. Meanwhile Christi arched her back, lifting her ass in the air, and slapped it to invite Chris in. Her cunt gaped open and Albert's pearly load was oozing out of it. 

Chris needed no further encouragement, but pushed forward and shoved his own cock into Christi's pussy. She loved being fucked doggy like this, the cock seemed to just slide in that much deeper and bump against her cervix. She held Albert's cock in her mouth and humped back at Chris, fucking him just as actively as he fucked her. The two of them found a tempo and hammered their bodies together in a perfect push and shove of hard animal lust. 

Albert was softening in spite of her sucking, so she let him slip out of her mouth. "Did you like that, Albert? How did you like blowing your sperm into your first whore?"

"Oh fuck, that was amazing," he said.

"How about you, Chris?" she called back. "Are you going to blow your sperm into your whore?"

"Oh god, yes," Chris grunted.

"Cause that's what I am, baby," she smiled. "I'm your dirty whore. I'm a nasty fucker. I'm a cum-hungry slut bitch. I'm your cumbucket. Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Show me what a filthy slut I am!" 

Chris groaned long and loud as she poured a flood of profanity at him, his cock pumping deep into her all the while. Finally, his face clenched up, his hips bucked out of control, and with a final "Oh God!" he let his load go. The creamy cum drenched her vagina, mixed and swirled with his friend's and dripped out over her cuntlips. Christi smiled. When she had sucked the last drop out of him, she rose up to her knees, letting the boys nestled up to her front and back, touching her ass and tits and belly, kissing and nibbling at her throat and ears. 




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 07



"You guys are great," she giggled. "Do you still want to go shopping this weekend?"

They agreed that they did.



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 08



Albert and Chris were the first of the Kappa brothers to visit Christi's back room with envelopes of cash. They weren't the last. Gaurav came up the next day, clearly having heard about it, and rather pleased with himself as the one who had started it all. Christi thanked him and gave him more than she had in the dressing room. She also noted, with satisfaction, that he had taken her advice and shaved himself carefully. She devoted a great deal of time to pampering his smooth brown scrotum before mounting him and fucking his brains out. Others followed, of various races and sizes, all nervous and nerdy, but thrilled and stunned at what they had invited into their own frat house. A week after Chris and Albert's visit, she found a line of eight guys waiting on her staircase when she came back from her last class. This is getting out of hand, she thought to herself. I've got to get this organized. 

"OK guys," she told them, sitting on the floor, after bringing them all into her room and lining them up, "This isn't going to work. I'm going to have to make some rules."

They looked disappointed but nodded somberly. 

"First off, Kappa guys only, OK? Don't invite any other friends. I don't want word of this getting out." General murmur of agreement to that.

"Second, I can't have you waiting in line. Someone's gonna see who shouldn't. You want to see me, make an appointment. I'll put my number in the common room, you can text me, OK? Don't come here till I text you back." 

"And third..." she began. "OK dammit, I can't think of a third right now. I'll let you know."

"So, uh..." one of the guys began. A tall white kid, whose name Christi couldn't remember. 

"Yes?"

"So, uh, should we, like, go now... or do you want us to stay?"

"Oh my god, man," she said. "How many holes do you think I have? I can't take eight guys at once!" 

"We could take turns," suggested a black sophomore sitting in the corner -- Darrell. "I don't mind." There was a murmur of agreement to this. 

Christi stared at them, flustered. "I... look, it's not a matter of taking turns, it's... I'm only flesh and blood here, guys. The parts get sore after a while, OK? I can only handle so much. Come on, be nice and text me, and everyone can come up in the next couple of days, OK?"

But the Kappa guys seemed to have a hive mind and the conversation was already out of Christi's control. "We could just go for oral right now..." "Hey yeah, that would work..." "Let's make it a bukkake, that would be cool..." "Wow, really? That would be so awesome!"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Christi interrupted. "What are you talking about? What's a bukkake?"

"It's a Japanese thing," explained the white kid who had spoken first. "A bunch of guys line up and each one has a turn cumming on a girl. She might give them a handjob or blowjob or sometimes it's just them stroking themselves." 

"Holy fuck!" Christi said. She had never heard of it. "Where do you learn this shit?"

"The internet." Duh. "Is your laptop on? I can show you what I mean if it would help." 

Christi nodded, still uncertain. The kid (whose name turned out to be Justin) opened up her browser and went to a website that resembled youtube but was all porn videos. He murmured something dark about updating her security software, but ran a search and then turned the screen to face Christi where she sat on a cushion on the hardwood floor. The eight horny Kappa brothers crowded behind her to watch. 

At first she was confused. This didn't look like any porn video she had seen. Not that she watched much porn, preferring the real thing or daydreaming about Dostoyevski. It looked like a newscast. A pretty Japanese woman in a business suit was seated at a desk, reading the news and shuffling papers, which made it seem a little old-fashioned, like a news show from the seventies. Her expression was serious, her voice earnest though Christi couldn't understand a word she was saying. A screen behind her flashed maps of countries and pictures of airplanes and doctors. 

Then it happened. Thirty seconds into the video, a naked man stepped up next to the pretty newswoman, his cock erect and quivering as he masturbated furiously. You could only see him from his thighs to ribs as the camera was focused fairly close on the woman. She ignored him entirely, but within moments a spurt of semen shot out of his stiff dick and spattered across her hair and face. The newsreader showed no reaction but continued reading in an even voice as the naked man vanished off camera. 

Christi gasped. She had never seen anything like this. 

A few seconds after the first man delivered his load, a second one appeared, from the other direction, also naked and stroking. The woman ignored him too as he stepped up and squeezed a second burst of cum over her hair. A drop of it slowly slid down across her forehead. Then a third man arrived from the same direction the first had come from; his jizz wound up staining her neck and the collar of her starched shirt. The woman carried on reading the daily news as though nothing were happening. 

The video had run for less than three minutes, and Christi saw on the scroll bar that it was nearly fifteen minutes long. She began to feel hot and a little dizzy. How much more of this was there? It didn't stop. A fourth man, a fifth, a sixth stepped up, one after the other, and one by one they coated the pretty professional woman with oozing cum. Unconsciously, Christi's hand slid down her belly and under the hem of her skirt, and started softly playing with her own aroused pussy. 

The reporter was starting to have difficulty maintaining her composure. Her face was starting to become a mask of pearly white semen, it was dripping into her eyes and across her mouth. She tried to lift a hand and wipe it away without breaking stride. It was so fucking hot. All those loads, one after another after another, soaking her in seed. Christi was entranced.

She was losing count how many men had cum on the newsreader -- nine? Eleven? The video was at the nine minute mark when she felt something hot and damp on her ear. She gasped and felt with her hand, and it was slick and sticky. She turned and found Darrell's barrel of a cock pointed straight at her face, cum still dripping from the hole. He had imitated the video and blown his load on her just like a dozen guys or more were blowing loads on the oh-so-professional Japanese reporter. 

"Sorry," he said, "couldn't help myself." But he wasn't sorry, and neither was Christi. She suddenly realized that ALL of the guys were following Darrell's lead. While she had been hypnotized by the video, they had quietly unzipped their flies and were now stroking cocks in her direction.

"That's OK," Christi smiled. "I can't help myself either." She lightly kissed and licked Darrell's softening dick and turned back to the video. Someone right behind her grunted and heaved, and she felt a sticky load spill across her hair. Like the reporter in the video, she ignored it, but she didn't complain either. 

By the eleven minute mark the newscast was turning to chaos. Cum dripped off the woman's chin on her papers and she was having a hard time reading them, not to mention the almost constant flow of jizz over her eyelids. She would wipe off barely enough to see but made no effort to clean off the thick jelly of semen that glazed her whole face. The men were becoming more aggressive. One ripped her blouse open -- she bravely wrestled to maintain her posture, but not to fight him off or protect her clothes -- and then came into her modest cleavage. Another kappa boy pointed his cock straight at Christi's forehead and came over her face with a moan. Christi drank in the scent and feel of it but kept watching the laptop as yet another Japanese man pulled the woman's hair, ripping her neat bun loose so that it cascaded to her shoulders, and then spurted his cum over her lips, with her still trying to stammer out the news report. Christ felt a load of cum blast her from the left, spitting across her cheekbone and nose. 

Now all hell was breaking loose on the screen. For the first time, a thick cock stopped the reporter from being able to continue her reading; the guy grabbed her head and forced his meat between her open lips, stuffing her mouth full of penis and letting his load go in her mouth. She spat and let it dribble across her lips and chin and tried to continue reading, gasping for air. Christi was stroking her clit vigorously now, the tension building in her body. Oh fuck this was good, it was so so so good....

The last Japanese man actually jumped up and squatted on the reporter's desk, grabbed her by her hair, pulled her to himself, and raped her mouth with his heavy shaft. He pumped it in and out and in again while she squirmed and writhed helplessly, hands flailing in the air, forced to do his will and gag on his massive cock down her throat. Christi was gone. The orgasm surged from deep in her and her whole world went cloudy as the blood rushed from her head. She was in heaven. The cum on the woman in the video blurred with the cum that the Kappa boys were bestowing on her, one by one, more and more and more, powerful sorcery giving her their energy. She felt like the goddess of all sluts and the whore of all gods and she worshiped it all. 

She threw her head back and opened her mouth wide. Three cocks rose over her, she neither knew nor cared whose but they were large and stiff and filled with cum and she wanted it, one from her left and one from her right and one pointing over her head from behind. Male hands gripped and jerked the beautiful shafts, all together, while the helpless Japanese newslady had her mouth fucked by a man she did not know and could not resist. It came, it all came, the man on the desk and the three college boys, all at once with a chorus of groans and sighs, and Christi felt the sticky seed pour over her face and into her mouth and she drank it down in joy and greed. 

"Oh fuck..." she gasped at least as the blood returned to her head. She looked down again. The video was done and gave way to a screen showing six others like it she might choose to watch next. Eight Kappa boys with spent cocks and sweaty foreheads stood around her, grinning. Her face was slick and messy and dripping. Christi scooped up their cum with her fingers and slowly fed it to herself, licking each digit and swallowing every potent drop, until her face felt almost clean again. 

"Holy shit," she said as she came back to herself. "That was fucking amazing. You guys taught me something new. Bukkake. Thank you." 

The boys smiled and some said "No, thank YOU" and others said she was welcome. She went around the circle of them, kissed each one, and reminded them to text her for appointments next time. But as they left, she also made a decision that Bukkake Night ought to become a Kappa House tradition, maybe once a week or so, at least as long as she was resident there. Bukkappa Night, we can call it, she thought, and giggled. 

...

The next day, Christi bumped into Anders on the library quad. His face was overcast. 

"Hey Anders!" she called cheerily. "How are you doing? I haven't seen you in forever, why don't you come up to my room sometime?"

He looked at her darkly and continued walking. "I've been busy," he said curtly. "And from what I hear, you have been, too. I don't think you'd have much time for me."

"What?" Christi was taken aback at his hostile tone. "Of course I'd have time for you, Anders, you're one of my favorite people."

Anders only snorted. "What?" she asked. "Come on, you should come pay me a visit. You really are one of my favorite people!"

"You know, I thought I was for a little while," he said, reeling on her. "But it looks like you've got a lot of 'favorite people' coming up to your room. Lots of people are making you 'grateful' these days, from what I hear. So don't go talking to me like I'm something special, OK? It's just a sales pitch and I don't want to hear it." 

With that he turned on his heel and stormed away. Christi froze, surprised and not knowing what to do. A hint of a tear crept to her eye but she told herself it was the autumn chill. 

...

"Hannah, have you talked to Anders at all lately?"

She was up in her old dorm room. Hannah had it as a single now, an unexpected luxury; the university housing committee had not come up with a new roommate for her, as most assignments were settled. She was lounging on bean bags on the floor with her best friend eating Haagen Dazs, both of them sharing from a single carton. 

"No, why?" 

"I think he's pissed off at me and I don't know what to do."

"Why would he be pissed off at you? I thought he was super nice about helping you move in over at Kappa. Did you say something to him?"

"No," Christi said, shaking her head with the plastic spoon in her mouth. "Well, sorta..."

"Oh god," Hannah groaned. "Here we go. Out with it." Her crazy curly hair bounced in the late afternoon sunlight as she turned to face Christi with renewed attention. 

Christi blushed and swallowed. How much should she tell Hannah? She didn't want her best friend to become an accomplice to what Christi had started to get involved in.

Or did she?

She took a deep breath as Hannah cocked an eyebrow. "Hannah, have you ever done it with a guy, not cause you loved him or anything but just cause he was nice to you?" 

Hannah gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god Christi, you DIDN'T!"

"Well... umm... kinda. Not exactly. After I moved in, you remember you left and Anders hung around?"

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, shut up!"

"Well, we didn't DO it do it, but I kinda... it was like, I showed him mine and he showed me his, y'know?"

"Holy shit! Really? Why didn't you tell me?" Hannah was practically squealing. 

"Well, it was just, like... I was being grateful to him was all. I didn't mean anything by it, it just happened. But I think he took it really seriously. So now when he hears I'm with other guys..."

"Whoa whoa whoa --" Hannah interrupted her, "--other GUYS, plural? When did this happen? When did you get a boyfriend? Or boyfriendS? Holy shit! You don't tell me anything!"

"Well, it's been weird, Hannah, I'm sorry. Really weird. I'm telling you now, OK?" Christi took a deep breath. "OK you're probably going to hate me or something when I tell you all of it, but you're my best friend, so I'll tell you and then if you don't want to be friends any more I'll understand, OK? But, like, I'm still ME, OK, I'm still your friend, it's just -- I've been finding stuff out about myself lately."

"OK, calm down, Christi," Hannah soothed her. "Start from the beginning."

So Christi did. She told her friend about Gaurav and then she explained about Lily and the men with fat envelopes at the coffee shop, and then about Albert and Christopher and the other Kappa boys and the bukkake they had done that very morning. She kept talking and told Hannah about the smell of cum and how it made her feel to have it dripping over her face and how she felt like a goddess when men brought their offerings of cash and semen to sacrifice to her. All the while Hannah listened quietly, slowly eating Haagen Dazs and not interrupting one word. Finally Christi finished.

"Oh my God," Hannah said flatly. "My best friend is a whore." 

Christi looked at her and teared up a little, and nodded. "And I know it sounds crazy, Hannah... but... I love it. I love being a whore. It's, like, all I ever wanted. I never knew until it happened. Is that evil? Do you hate me now?" 

Hannah was silent a moment longer, and looked at the last drips of ice cream in the carton. Then she finally spoke. "Actually, no, I don't. God, Christi, you know what I'm really thinking? I'm jealous, is what. I would love to do what you're doing. I never thought about it that way, but honestly... I would love it. If I weren't too scared, I would do it too. Man, it's like you've broken free, like you're, I don't know, a rock star or something! I can't fucking believe it! God, Christi, how could I be mad? You're my best friend!"

And the two girls threw their arms around each other and pulled together for a long, tight hug, and Christi felt all the anxiety and fear soak away into her friend's acceptance. "Thank you," she whispered, "I was so scared I'd have to be alone."

"You're not alone," Hannah whispered back, "We're the dynamic duo, right? I'll always have your back." 

They hugged a long moment longer, then parted. "Yeah, so back to where we started," Christi said. "I don't think Anders sees it that way. I told him he had to learn the difference between loving and fucking and let it be what it is, but I don't think he got it. So now the other guys are coming up to my room and he isn't, and he looks jealous. I'm worried he's going to blow the whole thing if he doesn't come around."

"I don't think he ever did it with a girl before," Hannah said. "He's a romantic. And you're the closest he's come. No pun intended." She grew thoughtful for a moment. "What he needs is to be distracted. To have more girl than one. Then he won't get so jealous over the first. I don't think, anyway - who knows how guys' minds work?" 

"Well, I hope he finds a girlfriend, then," Christi said in resignation. 

"Or just a girl to fuck, doesn't have to be a girlfriend," Hannah said airily. "Isn't that the point, really? I could do it."

Christi started up. "Really?" 

It was Hannah's turn to blush. "Well, he IS cute. And you said he had a huge dick, didn't you?"

"Enormous!" 

The blush deepened. "I'm not as adventurous as you, Christi, but I would love a piece of that. It's been a long time since I had a really good big cock. It's been a while since I had any cock at all, or got off other than getting myself off. I don't know if he'd be into me, but I'd fuck him in a heartbeat, especially if it helps you out. Talking about all this sex, you've made me really horny, you know that?" 

"Of course he'd be INTO you, Hannah, are you kidding? You're a total hottie!"

"Yeah, right."

"Yeah! Right!" Christi insisted. "Didn't we go over this back when this whole thing first started?"

"I guess, but..."

"Any guy would fuck you in a heartbeat if you gave him the chance, Hannah," Christi said firmly. "And any girl would fuck you too, for that matter. You're fucking amazing." She paused. "Did I really make you horny talking about what a whore I've become?"

If Hannah was red before, she was purple now. "Umm, yeah..."

"No more dicking around," Christi said, giggling at the pun. "Come here!"

The kiss was long and tender. Christi reached behind her friend's neck and pulled her in firmly but gently. Their lips met, just brushing at first, then slowly starting to pucker and pull at each other. Christi smelled the shampoo on her friend's frizzy curls and drank in the smell of it, peaches and strawberry, and slid her tongue slowly over Hannah's lips to run along the ridge of her teeth. Hannah whimpered slightly and her mouth opened. It begged Christi to continue, to go deeper. Christi shifted position. Hannah sank blissfully into the scattering of pillows and bean bags on the floor as Christi mounted up over her, mouths locked in passion, taking charge of her friend's body. She brought both hands to Hannah's face and framed it in her fingers, letting them drift and caress across the high cheekbones and fluttering eyelids. Her tongue thrust in urgently now, exploring Hannah's mouth and palate and swishing over her tongue. Hannah sucked at Christi's tongue, holding her in. 

It was different than with Lily. Kissing Lily had not really been about Lily, goddess though she was. It had been about sharing men's cum between them. There were no men between Christi and Hannah, just an explosion of tenderness and fire. Christi had bared all, had shown Hannah how deep her lust ran, and Hannah had not pulled back or turned her away. She embraced it, she envied it, she wanted -- Christi realized how badly she wanted -- to share in Christi's adventure, she wanted to taste what a whore her friend had become. Hannah wanted to be the whore that Christi was. It created a bond between them, rooted in their friendship but running somewhere else now. There were no more barriers. The lust was all. It burned everywhere, it consumed everything, it ruled them both. 




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 08



Christi would not be able to put all this into words until long after. At the moment, she only knew that she wanted to possess her friend and that Hannah was giving herself over to Christi's hunger. She kissed deep and hard, devouring Hannah's mouth, tongue and teeth and lips mixing and thrusting and sucking at each other in greed. Hannah's hands were wandering. No, not wandering. Seeking. They pulled Christi's shirt free of her waistband and roamed up inside. She cupped Christi's full breasts and squeezed them. Her fingers slid inside the bra cups to find great handfuls of pure soft flesh. 

Christi moaned as her friend fondled her tits. God, they were sensitive. She loved feeling her lovers play with them. She moaned into Hannah's mouth, and Hannah sighed back into hers. It didn't matter, it dawned on her. It didn't matter if it was a boy or a girl gripping her taut nipples. It didn't matter if it was a guy's lips or a girl's kissing hers. It wouldn't matter if a man's tongue or a woman's opened the soft folds of her pussy and licked them. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now. Hannah broke the kiss to slide down and bury her face in Christi's chest, and Christi smiled and squealed at her licks and kisses. 

But she wanted to share and share alike. She loved the feeling of Hannah dwelling over her tits -- would Hannah feel the same? After a few delicious moments she rolled over onto her back and pulled her friend up over herself, peeling Hannah's t-shirt up and over her head. Hannah's boobs were glorious, smooth white spheres of soft flesh over a slim waist. She pulled Hannah down to her own open mouth and began to suck each nipple in turn. 

My god, they're wonderful, she thought. So this is what guys get so excited about. 

It had always seemed strange to her. Sure, hers were sensitive, and she was glad that guys liked to play with them. But she had never understood why they wanted to so much. Boobs were just -- boobs. Awkward things you had to pack into a bra all day. As Hannah's rich breasts smothered Christi's face, though, she felt it. This was home. This was softness and the sweetest caress. This was love made flesh. She drank it in, loving Hannah's tits as her friend sighed and grinned and squealed. 

"Oh fuck, Hannah," Christi sighed, "You are so fucking gorgeous..."

"MMmmm thank you," Hannah moaned back.

"Turn around... sixty-nine me!"

"Wow....well, fuck, OK. If you really want me to..."

"Turn around NOW, bitch!" Christi almost screamed. Her pussy was burning. Someone had to help it. 

Christi was wearing one of the miniskirts that was her normal wardrobe these days, but Hannah had been lounging in sweats when her friend came to the dorm. The sweatshirt was now pulled up over her head and behind her neck (still on at the sleeves) to let her tits free, but as she lifted and twisted around Christi grabbed at the waistline of her sweatpants and dragged them down. Hannah squealed and laughed as they pulled down to her knees and revealed the purple LOVE PINK panties underneath, then Christi grabbed those too and ripped them down to Hannah's ankles. Hannah suddenly stopped giggling, took a deep breath, and smiled. She positioned herself standing over Christi, back to front, and looked down over her shoulder. 

"You want to eat my pussy, missy?" she asked innocently.

"Yes please, ma'am!" Christi said back, grinning. 

"Well, OK then..." and Hannah lowered herself down to her knees. 

Christi had never tasted pussy before, except her own, when guys had stroked her damp folds and then fed their fingers to her, or when she had sucked a cock freshly slipped out from fucking her cunt. She liked it. It hadn't occurred to her that Hannah's taste would be different. It was subtle, but a little... more tangy, she decided. It was hard to describe. But she decided she liked it. She cupped Hannah's breasts where they hung against her belly and began to taste and lick her friend's smooth-shaven pussy. 

I like this, she thought. Never thought I was into girls... but I like this. The Katy Perry song hummed in her ears, with the lyrics rewritten a little... I licked a girl and I liked it... I fucked a girl and I liked it... Hannah's slit was bulging and swollen, cunt lips stretching out to her as she lapped slowly and firmly up one side and down another. She caught the clit on the tip of her tongue and twitched it back and forth, feeling it swell and press against her mouth. Hannah moaned deeply and writhed over her. Holy fuck this is fun, Christi thought. A whole other kind of power, and over a girl! She dove in and ate her friend's cunt out, harder and deeper.

Hannah was not idle at the other end, either. Her tongue pressed and licked and she sucked Christi's pussy lips up between her teeth and gnawed on them through firm lips. Christi's hips bucked and twisted at each touch as electric jolts shot through her body. "Oh fuck!" Christi squealed to her friend. "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop... just let me let me..." Christi slid one hand down to her own cunt, feeling Hannah continue to lick and suck at her clit... so so so fucking good... She reached inside, plunging her own hand inside her tunnel, and found the spot on the damp fleshy wall. 

"Fuck fuck fuck keep licking me Hannah, keep going....!" Hannah obeyed, her mouth working sorcery on the coed's cunt. It was close... there was the spot... right there... now!

Christi whipped her hand out of her pussy as Hannah shoved her face in to lick harder, and a sudden gush came. Cum juice squirted all over Hannah's face from Christi's gaping pussy, dousing Hannah in musky, messy liquid. Hannah yelped in surprise.

"Holy fuck! What the fuck was that?!" She cried, half shocked and half delighted.

"Mmmmm fuck, I came for you baby," Christi said, unconsciously using the word she used for her male lovers. "Do you like how you make me squirt?"

"Holy shit, that's amazing! How do you do that?" Hannah asked. She licked the clear cum from her lips where Christi had sprayed it.

"Like this," Christi said. "Hold still..."

Christi brought her hands to Hannah's cunt now. She slowly increased the tempo of her licking on Hannah's pussy. Her fingers probed Hanna's lips, stroking them, parting them, ratcheting up the intensity bit by bit. She slid a finger inside... a second... Hannah was moaning, trying to kiss and suck at Christi still but starting to be overwhelmed by the orgasm building in her belly. Christi shoved three and four fingers into her friend, probing the vagina, looking for the spot. Hannah's whole body suddenly spasmed and shuddered and Christi knew she had it.

"Oh fuck, Christi, stop, I think I have to pee!" Hannah cried.

"It's not pee, bitch," Christi said back with a chuckle. "Hold still while I fuck you!" Her hand pumped in and out of Hannah's cunt, faster and harder now, carefully stroking the one magic spot. Hannah was writhing, out of control, her teeth clenched and howling like an animal. There... there... fuck her... almost there.... Yes!

Christi slid her fingers out of Hannah's pussy all at once and rubbed her clit vigorously. Hannah screamed and arched. A blast of pungent clear cum gushed out of her cunt and splattered all over Christi's face. It arced through the air like a fountain as Hannah moaned loudly in orgasm and ecstasy. Christi licked it up, and licked her fingers, then gave a few last licks to Hannah's slick swollen pussy, enjoying every morsel of her. Hannah collapsed and whimpered. 

Finally, after a few exhausted seconds, Hannah turned around and cuddled in next to her best friend. The two college girls patiently licked their own cum off each other's faces, kissed and nibbled at each other's lips, and lazily caressed and stroked each other's tits and pussies until they sank into a haze of pleasure. 

"Holy fuck that was good," Hannah said finally. "I can't believe it never occurred to me to do that with you before."

"Mmmm," Christi agreed. "Well, now that you know what a whore I am, we can do it anytime. No charge." The two of them giggled. 

"God, thanks," Hannah said, settling her face against Christi's cleavage. "I needed that. Haven't had a guy in months. And never a girl at all before this."

"Hey," Christi said, "thank YOU. That was amazing for me too, you know."

"So..." Hannah purred, "you want me to fuck Anders for you?"

"Please."

.....

They didn't want to waste time, but it took Christi a trip back to Kappa (after her late afternoon classes) and a few texts to track down where Anders could be found. As it turned out, he had gone to the university's astronomical observatory, perched on a hilltop a few miles off campus, and would likely be there taking observations till late in the night. Christi found out that he had reserved the main telescope until one in the morning, and would be the only one up there. 

Apparently telescope time was a premium commodity, and Hannah calculated that distracting him from getting his observations done would only piss Anders off and put him in the wrong mood. She calculated that it might be best to catch him right as he was finishing up, when he was still alone up there but could spare the time. Maybe he would even be in a celebratory mood. 

She didn't have a car, so Christi agreed to drive her and wait outside while Hannah made her pass at Anders. The girls convened in Hannah's room at midnight to settle on clothing. Sexy, but not too slutty; it would be important not to give away the game before Anders was hooked. A knee-length plaid skirt and a white blouse that Hannah unbuttoned just a notch lower than usual would do the trick. She almost looked like a catholic school girl, but not too obviously so, and covered with a denim jacket. 

It was a warm night when they drove up to the observatory, holding their breath at each hairpin turn up the steep hill. Christi turned the engine off and waited in the small parking lot. Hannah got out of the car and tried the observatory door, and was relieved to find it unlocked. She dialed Christi's cell phone and tucked the phone in her purse so that Christi could hear everything that happened. They had agreed on this detail in case Hannah should run into any kind of trouble, or if not, just for Christi's entertainment while she sat in the car. 

Hannah had never been inside the observatory and wandered lost back and forth in a featureless concrete hallway, before she figured out which door led to a staircase and cautiously made her way upstairs. It was completely silent except for intermittent electronic hums and mechanical creaking. She found it creepy. Hours up here on your own and you'd freak out, she thought. I hope Anders hasn't.

The staircase led to another metal door that opened into a huge vaulted room, filled with tables of computers and complicated electronic equipment like something from a bad science fiction movie. A great vertical opening in the curved ceiling let a draught of cool night air in, and she shivered. Aiming up through it was the great white tubular telescope, pride and joy of the university's astronomy department. It aimed up at a perfect 45 degree angle and Hannah couldn't help thinking that it looked like a massive white prick. She giggled. 

She had brought two bottles of beer and they clinked as she stepped through the door. At the sound, she felt movement to her right -- it was Anders, suddenly looking up from a computer, surprised. 

"Hi," she said shyly, and twirled her fingers in a little wave.

"Hi," he said, puzzled. "Hannah. What are you doing up here?"

"Looking for you," she said. "The guys at your frat said I could find you here. You have some time?"

Anders scowled, his pale Nordic face darkening somewhat. "In a minute, I guess," he said. "I've got most of the observations logged, I just need to run some software here and that's it."

"OK, I guess I can wait a minute," Hannah said, and ventured a smile. Anders didn't return it. "You want a beer?"

"Hold on," he murmured, his attention immersed in the computer again. 

Hannah found a chair and waited. She opened one of the beers for herself and took a sip, letting the bitterness wash over her taste buds. She hadn't eaten in hours and the alcohol went straight to her head in a faint buzz. Computers buzzed and she almost jumped out of her chair when the telescope suddenly rotated in place with a harsh metallic screech. 

"Ok, that should do it," Anders said, leaning back in his seat and shutting the computer monitor off. "So Hannah comes to me offering beer. What the hell is going on?"

Hannah passed him the second bottle and he opened it to take a swig, never taking his eyes off her. "I spoke to Christi today."

Anders snorted. "Oh, did you. Great." 

They had decided to make up as little as possible, to give it to him straight apart from revealing that Christi had deliberately sent her friend to fuck him. "She told me you seemed pretty mad at her today. You want to tell me what's up?"

"Not really, no."

"Well fuck, Anders, I brought you beer and came all the way up here," she replied with half-fake indignation. "You could at least throw me a bone. I'm trying to help."

He let out a long exhalation and swigged his beer again. "Did she say what I have to be mad about?"

"She thinks you might be jealous or something," Hannah shrugged, drinking from her own bottle. 

"Did she tell you what I might have to be jealous about?" Anders pressed her.

"Not really. She's thinking maybe she shouldn't have played doctor with you or whatever it was the two of you did."

Anders' face turned beet red. "She told you that?"

"Something to that effect." 

"And the rest of it?"

"What rest of it?"

Anders fell back in his chair and looked away from her, shaking his head. "Never mind. It's none of my business anyway. Definitely not my place to tell you." 

Hannah took this in silence, thinking what to say next. Then she looked at him with her head tilted to the side. "She made me jealous, too, you know. You're not the only one." 

That caught his attention. Anders looked back. "What are you talking about?"

"She talked about you. She said you're... well, she was pretty impressed. Made me jealous, that she got to see it and I didn't."

Anders chuckled. "Oh really." 

"Yeah." Hannah swigged her beer again. 

"That's so fucked up."

"I'm totally serious, Anders," Hannah said in a level voice. "Christi really said you have the most amazing cock she's seen. Like -- amazing. OK? So, yeah. I'm jealous." 

"Well, I guess she's the one who could judge," Anders answered. 

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that she should know, cause she -- oh dammit, Hannah, I'm not going into this."

"You're already into this, and I brought you a beer at one AM and I'm listening to you. Spill it."

He held his silence for a long moment. Then, conspiratorially, he leaned in to her and whispered loudly. "You want to know what it really is? What it REALLY is?"

"Go for it. Tell me."

"Your friend Christi," Anders rasped, "is a fucking whore. A literal, fuck for dollars, living whore. She's already fucked most of the guys in kappa. For money. That's what it is. That's what your friend is."

Out in the parking lot, every word of this conversation came over Christi's phone, on speaker. At this last exchange, she felt a damp leak in her panties, squirmed in the driver's seat, and slipped a hand inside her panties to stroke her pussy. Yes Anders, she whispered to herself, that's what I am. I'm a whore. I'll fuck your sweet cock any time you want. Just don't cage me. 

Hannah read Anders' face carefully. This was the key moment. She could lose him here, or reel him in, depending on how she played it. She leaned in close, as he was, sharing his conspiratorial manner. She knew that he could smell the shampoo in her hair and the faint scent of her perfume, that her blouse hung just a little open to show the curve of her breast and that he had probably eaten no more than her and the beer would be buzzing in his head too. "I'm not surprised, Anders. You showed her your cock. She said it was amazing. She discovered how much she wants it now... because of you. You woke something up inside her and she can't get it back in the box."

Anders scowled at her. "Are you saying that she's a whore because of me?"

Hannah looked deep into his eyes. "She's a whore because she's a whore. But I'm saying that you're the one that helped her realize it."

"I thought I was special. I didn't think she'd go spreading her legs for every guy in the house." 

They were so close. Eyes were locked, Hannah even felt their breath was mingling in the narrow space between their faces. "You are special, Anders. You have a gift." She gently let her free hand rest on his knee, and slowly, imperceptibly slide upwards. "You ... you can open a woman up. Any woman. Anyone would want your gift." 

Christi, in the car, thought of Anders' massive white prong and his milky seed spilling over her. Her breath grew short and her eyes closed as her fingers urgently scooped their way up into her cunt. 

Anders was confused. He stared into Hannah's eyes. He felt her hand on his thigh. Lust burned in her face. He flushed. Was she serious? "My gift."

"Your GIFT, Anders. She wanted it. Any woman would. You do something to us. I can't believe you never found out till now." Her hand slid higher up his thigh. He didn't pull away. 

"I'm a nice guy. I don't use women like that. I don't date whores."

"You're not as nice as you think," Hannah said, her voice almost a moan. Her hand slid into his crotch. She could feel his cock, hard under his slacks, and began to rub it. "And whores don't want you for a date. We want to be used. Used like sluts."

He wanted to push her away, to shove her roaming hand off his bulging shaft, but he couldn't. Hannah's lustful eyes kept him hypnotized. "And you... you're a whore too? You want to be used like a slut too?"

"Mmm hmmm" -- it wasn't even so much of an answer as a mesmerizing hum, a purr of affirmation, as Hannah kept Anders' eyes locked on hers and her hands reached for his fly. She pulled the buckle of his belt loose, popped open the top button and smoothly slid the zipper down. Her hands groped inside and found the thick shaft of his cock in his briefs and pulled at it. It was caught awkwardly in the fabric. Hannah sank down off the chair to her knees between Anders legs and kept pulling. Instinctively, Anders stood up. The slacks slipped down to his calves and Hannah pulled the briefs down after them.

His cock was just as Christi had described -- long, thick, hard, a royal pink pole. Hannah loved it instantly. She smiled eagerly up at Anders. His face was still dour yet also intense and lustful, then she opened her mouth wide and gulped as much of the beautiful cock in as she could. The swollen head slid through her lips and over her teeth and she felt it slip over her palate. She pushed forward with her mouth and felt the bulb squish into the back of her throat. It felt so fucking good there.

Anders moaned as she swallowed his cock. He had watched porn, he knew what this was, but he had never felt it before. Hannah, on the other hand, had spent her time with several boyfriends and knew what she was doing. She slid back, letting his dick almost slide out of her mouth, then shoved her whole head forward again and gulped him. This time she didn't stop; the mushroom of his cockhead reached her throat, but she opened her gullet and kept swallowing. The urge to gag flooded her brain but she pushed it aside mentally and kept going. Anders' massive cock entered her throat, choking her, and she held it there. She couldn't breathe. She didn't want to. She held his dick in her throat long seconds she couldn't count, then let him go and fell back, gasping for breath, tears running over the mascara on her eyelashes.




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 08



Fuck, she missed doing this. 

She gagged a little and cleared the spit from her throat, and looked up at Anders. "Do you like this, nice guy? You like having your dick sucked by your whore?"

She kissed and nuzzled the underside of his erect cock as she spoke to him. But Anders' face remained dark. 

"So this is really what you are, Hannah?" he said. "You're a whore too?"

"Mmm hmmm," she smiled and nibbled his cockhead. 

"You and Christi -- all just whores, huh?"

"Mmmm that's right.... Cock loving whores. Someone ought to slap us bitches around, huh?" 

She didn't expect him to actually hit her. 

In the car, Christi's hand was deep in her pussy, pleasuring herself at the dirty talk, when suddenly she heard a loud smack and Hannah screaming, "OW! What the FUCK?" and then another slap and the sound of furniture crashing and more screaming. Anders' voice was shouting "YOU DIRTY FUCKING DIRTY CUNT!" She ripped her hand free from her dripping cunt, threw the car door open and raced for the observatory. 

When she crashed into the main hall, they were on the floor. Hannah's blouse was ripped open and her skirt had been shoved up around her waist. Anders had shoved her legs far apart and crouched between them, his pants down, driving his massive cock deep into Hannah's cunt. He pinned her down, helpless, as the animal took over and he had his way with her. She was flailing her arms and legs but Christi couldn't tell if she was struggling to push him off as he forced his way into her gaping pussy. 

"Holy fuck! Anders! Get the fuck off her!" Christi shouted and charged at them. Oh god oh god what was going on? She piled into Anders and shoved him off her friend, stumbling and collapsing onto him, then grappled her way free and scrambled over to Hannah. She lifted Hannah's head. "Are you okay? Oh god please Hannah are you okay?"

"Christi! What the fuck are you doing here?" Anders shouted. "Fuck, are you two whores in on all this together?"

Hannah, though, lifted her head and, surprising everyone, smiled at Anders. "I'm OK, Christi," Hannah said, "Just a little... startled. So, stud..." she continued, "looks like you really AREN'T such a nice guy after all, huh?"

The color all leached from Anders' face and he sank into a seat. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me..." he said. "I'm so so sorry...."

But Hannah crept up to her knees and crawled over toward him. "Oh fuck, Anders. You ARE a bad boy, aren't you?" she said. Christi stared at her in surprise. "I said someone ought to slap us bitches around and you went for it. I'm impressed!"

Christi gaped at her friend. She had thought her friend was being raped, but now this?

Hannah rose up on her knees in front of Anders. The blouse hung open, her tits soft and round. "Come on, bad boy," she said. "Let's do this right. Slap me." 

He stared at her, not knowing what to say.

"Go on, stand up. Slap me. Make it sting. I want you to. Slap your whore."

"Oh man, Hannah, you don't know what you're saying," he started to object.

"Like fuck I don't. Slap me, you prick. Slap me hard. Then fuck me. Fuck me like a whore. You need it, I know you do. I want you to." 

Christi watched the scene unfold. Anders stood up and looked at Hannah's lustful, upturned face. He almost did it. Then his nice-guy nature took over and he started to turn away.

Suddenly, Christi stepped over and dropped to her knees next to her friend. "Me too, Anders," she said. "I'm the dirty whore that made you upset in the first place. Slap me too. Please. I'm such a bad slut." 

"She IS a bad slut," Hannah said. "She was eating my cunt like a filthy whore just this afternoon. If you don't slap that bitch, I will!" 

Anders paused. He stared at the two of them, stunned. He had never experienced anything like this and didn't know what to do.

"Fine," Hannah said. "Come here, bitch."

Christi looked into Hannah's eyes. "I love when you call me bitch."

Hannah slapped her hard across the cheek. It made Christi's face sting. "That's because you are a bitch, bitch!" She slapped again, and a tear welled up in Christi's eye. "Fucking whore." 

She paused to pull Christi's t-shirt up and expose her full tits. She hefted one breast in her hand, then slapped it hard, making the soft flesh jiggle and sting. "My turn now. Come on, bitch."

"Bitch yourself, whore," Christi said, and smacked Hannah back. A loud slap echoed in the observatory and Hannah smiled through a reddening cheek. Christi spat in her face. 

"See, Anders? We're bad dirty sluts. We deserve to get slapped. We like it," Christi said. She smacked one of Hannah's exposed tits, returning the blow her friend had given her. Then she took Anders' hand in hers and held it up to her face. "Give it to me. Come on. Be a man."

Anders gave her a gentle slap to her face. "Not like that. Like you did to Hannah. Go on. You know you want to." He did it again, a little harder. "Harder! Come on!" He did it a third time, and this time there was an audible SMACK. "MMM! Harder, you fuck!" WHACK! He hit Christi hard and her skin stung. "There you fucking go!"

Hannah, meanwhile, dove at Anders' cock again. He had never pulled his pants up, but in his shame at his outburst the erection had mostly been lost. But while Christi egged him on to punish her sluttiness, Hannah found the distended member and coaxed it with her hand, stroking and pulling until it grew stiff again, and then pushing in to start to suck it. After a moment, Christi joined her, and the two sluts passed the cock from mouth to mouth, kissing each other in between. Anders grabbed each one's head by a handful of hair and braced them as he shoved his monstrous dick into their faces. 

He was hard. He was ready. Christi felt it and took charge of the next move. She yanked Hannah's face off Anders' cock and spat at her again, treating her like dirt. Then she spun her friend around and shoved her down on all fours, with her ass in the air facing Anders' great pink rod. She slipped the belt out of his pants and in a swift movement, looped it around Hannah's neck. She yanked the free end tight and the buckle squeezed around Hannah's extended throat. 

"Spank that ass for me, Anders," she said. "Time to ride the whore."

Anders slapped Christi across the face for good measure, then a powerful smack stung Hannah's elevated buttocks and made her squirm. He did it again and again while Christi held the belt tight like a dog leash. 

"Fuck her now," she said. "She's been wanting it. Take charge of her." Christi passed the belt to Anders' hand. He took it and squatted behind Hannah. Christi took his cock in her hands, stroked it to be sure it was fully hard and solid, and guided it between Hannah's quivering cunt lips. She spanked Hannah soundly as the thick meat slid deep in to fill her friend's pussy. 

Anders rode Hannah hard, the belt choking off her air just enough to make her gasp and her head swim while his heavy shaft pounded into her tender sex from behind. Christi spanked her friend until the skin shone red, and caught the dripping cooze from Hannah's pussy and fed it to her mouth and to Anders' as well. Hannah was in delirium and ecstasy, she shoved her round ass back into Anders' jackhammer cock and moaned, letting the fucking and the spanking flood her every nerve. 

Hannah was growling and roaring now, the fucking filling her pores. Sex and musk radiated out from every inch of her skin. She had never felt a cock so big, filling her so deep, pounding angrily into her belly till she felt that she would melt. Each lash of pain from her ass set off the pleasure and intensified everything. She screamed. She was helpless. Her two friends fucked her and beat her until fire filled her brain and life was nothing but a long cosmic orgasm.

Anders had never felt so alive, so powerful. He forgot about soreness and fatigue, he forgot about being angry or jealous or aroused. He was nothing but flesh and need and his whole soul poured into the iron bar that thrust from his pelvis into Hannah. He had her. He owned her. He knew, finally, what it was to possess her for his slut. She was powerless to stop him, her body was his, nothing -- nothing -- held back. He could take whatever he wanted. 

It surged through him until he became dizzy. Christi was like the midwife to his emergence, a stream of filth flowing from her mouth and a sequence of slaps and pinches driving Hannah into abject submission to his lust. When that iron bar slipped free of the tender pussy it was hammering, Christi scooped it into her mouth and sucked it smoothly before deftly guiding back in, to fuck Hannah with renewed power. It was building. It was everything, mounting inside him until he could not hold back. He plowed Hannah's cunt with his cock until the universe opened up and the fire inside exploded. 

The cum thundered out of him and Anders roared. Christi was laughing maniacally and Hannah squealed with glee. Creamy seed pumped through him and through his hard shaft and gushed into Hannah's cunt, filling her, using her, owning her. It was good. He had fucked his slut. He slumped back, suddenly feeling the exhaustion, and his cock slid free. Christi, however, dove on it, sucking the messy shaft into her mouth and lathering it with her spit, eating up the sticky cum that clung to him. He jerked and shuddered with electric shocks at the touch. Then she crawled over on all fours to Hannah's face, loosening the belt around her throat, and kissed her tenderly, sharing the sticky white cum with her best friend. The three of them all collapsed on the concrete floor in bliss.

"So, Anders.... Still jealous?" she finally asked.

"Oh my god," he said. "I don't know what that was."

"THAT, my friend, was raw fucking. That is what sluts do. And that is what you do with sluts."

"I get it now," he said. "I'm sorry I was pissy with you earlier."

"Quit saying you're sorry, idiot," Hannah said. "Tell her she's a slut and you're going to fuck her whenever you feel like it, OK?"

Christi smiled. So did Anders. "OK then," he said. "Christi, you fucking slut. You better spread your legs and fuck me whenever I feel like it, all right?"

"And what if I'm already fucking some other guy?"

"Too bad. I have dibs. Fuck him after."

"Deal. I'm so glad you came around."



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 09



Chapter 9

Of Goddesses and Priests

(Sorry it's been a while since I've posted Christi's ongoing adventures. Been teaching myself... and wishing something like this would happen during my office hours...) 

Fall midterms came and went, and the weather got colder. Students reluctantly said goodbye to the pleasures of sunshine and hanging out on patios and sidewalk cafes. Tank tops, spaghetti straps and miniskirts gave way to turtlenecks, sweaters and jeans. Christi reluctantly bowed to necessity and followed the trend. Previously a modest dresser, she had learned from her adventures to love dressing provocatively, love the furtive glances of other students at her bare thighs below the hem of a short skirt, the professors in lecture trying hard not to stare down her deep cleavage when she sat up front and leaned forward. But it was getting cold. She found ways to compensate, picking tight jeans that exhibited her round ass and clingy sweaters with v-neck collars, but still longed for Spring and the return of warmer weather. 

The money was adding up. It was hard not to indulge in spending on herself, but she staved off the impulse with little purchases - a pair of shoes here, a skirt there, a few books or an upgrade to her computer -- never anything too much. And she still had expenses -- Kappa gave her rent-free housing but not food, and she needed to pay for the gas and insurance on her car herself, things like that. "Envelopes" at the Lightning Bean came once a week for her, sometimes twice; Kappa boys more often, but not at a fixed rate -- she kept those donations "free-will" in consideration of their letting her live in the house. After eight weeks of selling her body for money, she had five thousand dollars in the bank. 

It wasn't enough. The term was already half done and she would need nine thousand for next semester's tuition, plus ten more to get back on campus housing when Kappa held rush for new members in January and her room wasn't free any more. Half the time had passed but she was only a quarter of the way to the goal. 

To make things worse, academics were not all going well. On the whole, she continued to be a good student, studying hard, in spite of the temptation to forget it all and explore her sexuality deeper and deeper. Most of her midterm grades came in as A's or at least high B's. Except one -- statistics. Math had never been Christi's strong suit, and the deeper she got into the semester, the less and less anything made sense to her. The letters that were supposed to represent numbers just jumbled in random patterns around the page and she couldn't understand the difference between one equation and the next. Sitting in the stifling, dry, hot lecture hall, her stomach turned to a pit as the lumbering, sweaty Professor Ludovic churned up and down the aisles handing back midterm exam books. She flipped through all the pages, red ink splattered over her gray pencil marks, and found the last page. A fat red F stood there, circled several times. 43/100. And "SEE ME!" in big block letters with several lines under it for emphasis. The blood rushed from Christi's head and her vision swam. She didn't hear a thing for the entire lecture. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I'm going to fail and not graduate and this whole thing will have been for nothing, she thought to herself, over and over and over again. 

Clammy with sweat, her mouth dry, she approached Ludovic's elevated lectern at the end of class, as he stood huffing and erasing the board. "Yes, Christi?" he asked brusquely in his thick eastern European accent.

"Umm... my midterm said I should see you," she murmured. 

"Yes, it does," he crowed with a pompous sneer. "We need to see how you're ever going to pass at this stage. Come by my office hours this afternoon."

"Umm.... I can't," Christi explained. "I have anthropology during your office hours. Is there another time I could come?"

He gave her an icy glare, for the temerity of signing up for another class during his office hours. "What time is your anthropology class?" 

"Umm... from two to three-fifteen."

"Be at my office at one-thirty. Good day!"

Christi groaned to herself. 1:30 was guaranteed to be sheer hell. 

She consoled herself as she left the lecture hall by focusing on a meeting coming up sooner. She was slated to talk to her anthropology instructor, Professor Hansen, just after lunch. She had to write a research paper for Hansen and he was requiring everyone to meet him after midterm to discuss their proposals. Hansen was smart without being snobbish, a little eccentric, but funny and handsome in an offbeat sort of way, and Christi adored him. She had been dying for an excuse to go to his office and now she finally had one. 

After a quick salad, she found her way to Hansen's office. It was remote, a little cell on the fifth floor of an old Georgian building, with one of the walls sloping in at almost a 45 degree angle because of the slant of the roof. Bookshelves crammed with volumes lined all the remaining walls. His desk was positioned under a gable, so that he could sit with his back to the window in the only part of the space where he wouldn't have to stoop over. More books and papers littered the floor. A laptop was the only modern device on his desk, the rest being covered with files and odd sculptures and pots and baskets he had brought home from the cultures he studied. The afternoon light shed a warm glow through the window on the whole ivory-tower tableau. 

"Ah, Christi, come in," the professor said kindly when she tapped on his door. "Have a seat." He gestured to the only chair in the room besides his own, a solid black wooden university armchair. It was surprisingly comfortable for something without any cushioning. 

"Did you have a chance to look over my proposal, professor?" Christi asked anxiously. "Is it any good?"

"I did, Christi, I did," Hansen said, shuffling through a folder and pulling her stapled pages out. She saw there were green scribbles in the margins -- Hansen used green pens so that the students wouldn't panic at the sight of red markings. He leafed through the pages, reminding himself of what his comments had been. "Ah... yes. This one." 

Christi gulped. "This one?" What did that mean? 

"Is it... is it OK?" she asked nervously. 

"It is OK, actually," Hansen said, taking his glasses off to peer at her. "It's more than OK, it's excellent. I wish I'd thought of it. It's very ambitious though. You say you want to do both a comparative and historical analysis of cultic prostitution from the ancient Middle East to modern India. That's a huge enterprise and some of the source information is pretty difficult to work with. This would make a good doctoral dissertation or a book but I don't see how you'd ever get it all into a single undergraduate term paper."

"Yeah, I realize that," Christi said. "I guess I kind of hoped I could make it just an orientation, or something to keep it manageable. Would that be OK?"

"Maybe a simple compare-and-contrast of two different cults would be enough. It's just an introductory class, after all. You could compare the Phoenician material with, say, just one modern tantric group in India. You can save the rest for when you get to graduate school."

"Graduate school!" Christi blushed. "Do you really think I could go to graduate school?"

Hansen paused and looked her in the eye. "You're one of the brightest students I've seen in a few years," he said. "I think it would be a crime if you didn't. I wish Anthropology had scooped you up sooner than senior year. It's a shame to lose you to English." 

"Thanks!" Christi said, beaming at the compliment. 

"Good. Umm, Christi..." Hansen said, and paused. "There is one part of your proposal I wanted to ask you about."

"OK, what is it?" 

"Well, toward the end, you say that in your conclusion, you would like to compare the culture of sacred prostitution in other cultures with modern experience in America. What did you mean by that?"

"Ummm... just like it says, I guess. I'd like to see how spiritual prostitution is today compared to how it was then, or in other parts of the world."

"Well, that might be interesting, except that there isn't sacred prostitution in modern America. It's illegal. I don't see what you would have to write on for that part." 

"Well, I know there isn't official institutional prostitution here," Christi stammered. "I meant more the spirituality of sex in America. How it can become a sacred thing to people."

Hansen took a deep breath and blew it out. "Wow," he said. "You are ambitious. To do a study of sexuality and spirituality in America would be a whole other mountain of work. I think that would be too much."

"No, I didn't mean to do more research," Christi blurted out. "I just wanted to compare it to my own experiences." 

"To your OWN experiences?" Hansen was startled. 

Christi felt herself blushing deeply. "Well... yeah." 

"Christi -" Hansen was pulling away from her, she could feel it -- "I don't think I can let you write a paper about your own sex life for my class. It isn't appropriate."

"But professor - " Christi started. Her heart was pounding and her stomach was in her throat, but something just forced her to stumble onward. " -- that's why I wanted to write this paper in the first place. I read in Herodotus, when we were doing the ethnography unit, about how the Phoenician women had to serve in the temple of Ishtar before they were married, and the men of the city would come to them and fuck them—" (Hansen blushed and tried to suppress a snort) "-- sorry, um... have sex with them -- to worship the goddess, right? And when we read that, I was like, that's me! That's my life now! That's what I'm trying to understand. I CAN'T just treat it like some dry thing that doesn't have anything to do with me, I HAVE to write about it as something real, because to me it IS!" 

The professor was transfixed in his chair, gazing at her as though she were a Martian whose spaceship had just landed in his office. 

"Professor," she said, leaning over the desk toward him, half-rising out of her chair, "haven't you ever felt -- like the secrets of the universe are there somewhere, like -- in your body? Like you only need the body of another person to unlock it, and all the mysteries can open up to you? Did you ever feel something like that?" 

Professor Hansen watched her in silence as Christi stopped talking. Then, wordlessly, he stood up and browsed the cluttered bookshelves, finally pulling out a tall illustrated volume. He brought it over to Christi and leaned against the desk, facing her. Large ornate letters on the cover read "KHAJURAHO" and Christi realized she didn't know how to pronounce it. He quietly opened the volume and held the page up for her to see.

The page was filled with a photograph of a temple in India. The façade was entirely covered in sculptures, apparently stories and stories high, level after level. Christi peered closely to see what Professor Hansen was showing her, and then she gasped.

They were fucking. Every which way, statue after statue, in position after position, things Christi had never even heard of. In some places, there were female goddesses, dressed in nothing but jewelry, boldly presenting lush round breasts while the tilt of their hips seemed to sway and invite their lovers. Here there were male gods, no more dressed than the goddesses, muscular and brandishing swords and thrusting thick round cocks no less urgently. She turned the pages. There were couples -- a bosomy goddess astride the cross-legged lap of her bearded lover, smiling as she fondled his erect phallus -- a pair on a bed in an acrobatic sixty-nine -- a woman carried in the strong arms of her standing lover, her legs splayed around his hips as he thrust into her -- a standing couple, tenderly kissing, his hand at her chin as hers stroked his lengthening member. A woman on her knees giving a joyful blow job, another bent over double to grasp her ankles as her lover took her from behind. One woman even did a one-handed handstand, her knees over her lover's shoulders so that he could eat out her pussy while she sucked his cock into her mouth. 

Some got even stranger. On another page, two men with bloated cocks were eagerly fucking a donkey. Another woman fell submissively on her knees before a powerful (and well-hung) lion. A third woman seemed to be intertwined with the trunk of an elephant, and Christi remembered the Hindus worshiped an elephant-headed deity called Ganesh. 

But for some reason, one image above all captured Christi's eyes. It was a simple enough scene. A standing male lover; two women flanking him, as though in attendance, or perhaps waiting their turn. But a third woman, hurling herself onto him; his legs were spread wide, but her thighs even wider, splaying her cunt completely and wholly open for him to fuck, her feet hooked behind his knees while she flung her arms around his neck, drinking in the incense of his breath and pressing her massive tits against his smooth chest. More than any porn Christi had ever seen or heard of, it seemed like the purest expression of sheer, unhesitant fucking -- the kind that transcended mere pleasure and opened you up to the cosmos. 

"That's me, professor," she whispered. "That is me. I am the whore of the world."

She looked up and Professor Hansen was frozen, gazing on her, not knowing what he had released in his office. Christi locked her eyes on his. Then, she settled back in the black wooden chair, kicked her sneakers off, and deliberately loosened her belt and unzipped the fly of her tight jeans. She never stopped staring into his eyes as she peeled the tight denim from her skin, taking the panties with it, and left it in a puddle of cloth on the floor. Then she lifted her bare legs and spread them as wide as she could, catching her knees against the armrests of the chair. Her pussy was aching and open. She reached for it, her breasts pressing against the soft fuzz of her sweater, and began to stroke the smooth folds of flesh. 

She didn't know why she was doing this. She just had to. Something had taken her over.

"Christi..." Professor Hansen said, swallowing and sweat breaking out on his forehead. "You can't do this. It's not... you could get in trouble. I could get in trouble. Your grades are fine, you don't need to..."

"I'm not doing this for a grade, professor," she said, and her fingers pushed deeper into the lips of her cunt. "I've wanted you since the first day of class. I've wanted you and been wet for you every single lecture, I have to change my panties in the middle of the day. And I've been learning more and more what I am, professor. The people who built that temple understood what I am. I really am the whore of the world. And I worship you. I love your intelligence, your wit, your passion. And now I need you to worship me. I am the goddess of whores. You deserve me. Worship me!" 

They remained like that, deadlocked, their breath heavy, chests heaving as they stared at one another and Christi's fingers pressed and squeezed her pussy. The good professor stared, unbelieving, at the girl who came to his office, so intelligent, so talented, and so horny. She spread her cunt and thrust it open to him and invited him in, her flesh pink and glistening.

He couldn't take it anymore. Professor Hansen suddenly fell to his knees between her legs and lunged his face into Christi's sex. She squealed with delight. Some of the Kappa boys liked eating out her pussy, but they hardly knew what they were doing. The clients at the Lightning Bean were more mature, but also more likely see her as a working girl who was there to service them, and only gave minimal attention to giving head to her. Professor Hansen, though, was caught in the spell of the goddess of whores, and showed that he had more experience than many in how to pay her homage. 

He knew better than to start by licking her pussy straightaway, however eagerly he thrust his face between her legs. Instead, he breathed in deep, drinking in the rich sultry smell of her moist sex. Then he kissed her, gently, brushing the sensitive skin of her thighs right on the tendon at the joint of her hips. Christi gasped at the lightest of touches there and she felt her cunt beginning to ooze. His lips touched her, the suction of a tender kiss, then the soft pucker of release as he grazed his way across to the other thigh. His breath sighed on her swollen pussy lips as he passed, but he didn't touch her there yet. Instead, another kiss, sucking harder and turning to a nibble, indeed a tight nip on her blushing skin. Christi moaned. 

Oh fuck, she thought. The professor is going to teach me things about my body...

His tongue slid over the soft flesh of her thigh, and traced a meandering damp line over her. He worked inwards... slowly....until his mouth reached her distended labia. Pussy lips bloomed and swelled for him. He kissed one, just one, on one side, then extended his tongue and licked down it from stem to stern, savoring every bit of it. 

She moaned as he reached her clit. Professor Hansen's tongue slid smoothly over the curve of it, then pressed firmly into it, flicking up and down until it exploded and heat coursed through Christi's veins. Her vision went red and she couldn't see. She lifted her legs and he dragged his fingernails down her soft sensitive thighs as he continued to massage her bud. Christi shivered and began to writhe under his touch. His tongue slid inside her pussy and she could feel herself dripping over his chin.

Time seemed to stand still. The professor and his student spent an eternity, locked together, as she fed his hungry tongue with her cunt. Waves of heat and energy washed over Christi as Professor Hansen's tongue wriggled and lapped back and forth along the slick walls of her sex. Her eyes fluttered and soft hissing sounds and squeaks slipped between her lips.

A golden age of pleasure passed as they enjoyed each other, until finally Professor Hansen slipped back on his heels and withdrew his face from between Christi's legs. She opened her eyelids and looked down at him. It was surprising that he was still dressed in his academic tweed jacket and ugly bookshelf-patterned tie. But she liked those things about him, that rumpled look that spoke of dusty library shelves s and ink-stained fingers scribbling in notebooks. His eyes locked with hers, Professor Hansen stood up and reached to loosen his tie, but Christi grabbed his hand, sitting up in the chair to stop him. 

"No," she said. "Keep it on. I'm not here just to have sex with some guy. I'm here to fuck a professor." 

She took his hand in hers and pulled them to her face, letting him run his fingers over her cheeks and eyes and lips. Then she reached for his belt and loosened it, then his buttoned fly, one button at a time. She smiled as his pants dropped to his ankles. She hooked her fingers over his boxers, still letting his hands caress her face and neck, and pulled them down too. It was a good cock, a man's cock, thick and half-engorged. She liked the look of it, the feel of it in her hand as she circled her fingers around it and started to stroke him up to his full length. She pushed him gently to lean back against the edge of his desk, and started to suck him. 

He grew and stiffened right inside her mouth. Christi loved feeling a man coming to his full erection. He was so hard, so strong, so firm and right in her mouth. She gulped and pulled his whole length inside her mouth while she could, but as he rose up she pulled off and took just the head. She grinned and bared her teeth, biting just gently around his glans, and looked up at him and smiled. Through his steel-rimmed glasses, Professor Hansen's eyes gazed down in amazement at her, astonished at the sight of this beautiful young student with his dick in her mouth. Then she closed her eyes and twisted her head as she sucked him deep inside her mouth and squished his bulging head back into her throat. 




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 09



She loved sucking dick. It was so fucking good to feel what she could do with him. And yet, she felt something was a little off... what could it be? Suddenly she realized. He was half-standing, and she was sitting in a chair. That wasn't what she really wanted. She needed to give herself to his needs completely, to serve him as his whore. 

She lifted a little and kicked the chair back. It scraped loudly against the floor as it slid away. Never letting the cock slip out of her mouth, Christi lowered herself to her knees in front of her professor. Her hands wrapped around the back of his thighs. She bobbed her head on his stiff shaft, gulping for life. That was better. This was how a whore pleased her master. On her knees, where she belonged. 

She gave to him as he had given to her -- slowly, firmly, languidly. She slid his cock in and out between her hungry lips, drinking in every inch of him (and he had quite a few). His thick flesh filled her mouth as she pushed her head onto him, and gulped his head back into the tight channel of her throat, before letting him go and sliding off, licking the veined underside as she pulled off him. At each gulp she pushed a little deeper, until her nose pressed into his belly and his shaft totally filled her gullet, choking off her air. She would hold him there, gagging, under her head started to swim and her vision blurred, then pull off and gasp for breath. A long line of spittle hung between her lip and his cock, then dripped down across her sweater as she sucked in a breath and dove onto him again. A tear slipped from her eye and rolled down her cheek, smudging her mascara as she gagged on him. 

The professor groaned at every gulp. He threw his head back and moaned, ecstasy radiating from his cock as she sucked it. Then he would shake his head and look down on her again, watching in joy as one of his best students filled her mouth with his cock. Faculty had hinted and gossiped and joked about colleagues who had affairs with students, but he had never experienced such a thing. He had always thought it was an urban legend of the academic world. Now he knew different. This girl was smart, she was talented, she was beautiful -- and she was eagerly stuffing her instructor's thick meat into her throat until it choked her. She looked up at him, his cock entirely vanished between red lips, and winked. It was heaven. 

And she wanted more. It seemed like another eternity of pleasure had passed, but they both felt the moment together. Silently, smiling, she slipped his shaft out of her mouth one last time, held it in her hand and lightly slapped it against her cheeks and lips and eyes. Then with a huge smile Christi put her other hand to his chest and pushed him firmly back. Professor Hansen tipped backwards onto his desk, falling uneasily onto a jumble of books and pens and clapping his laptop shut in the process. As he shifted to even out what he was resting on, Christi, still holding and stroking his cock, rose up and climbed up onto the desk over him. She was still bottomless, her jeans on the floor somewhere, and a fuzzy v-neck sweater clinging to her curves on top. He was still in his tweed blazer and tie, stuffy and academic, the way she liked him. She straddled his thighs and rubbed his swollen pole against the soft slick mess of her cunt. The tip parted her pussy lips and she ground her pelvis down, sinking his cock deep inside her vagina. 

Professor Hansen groaned louder than ever. He would later wonder if he was loud enough to be heard in the other faculty offices down the hallway, but at the time all he could think of was the goddess fucking him, shoving his hard meat into her cunt. Christi grimaced with pleasure at the feeling of his dick inside her, and started to systematically pound her pussy up and down, sliding on and off his shaft, letting him out till the cock was just barely an inch inside her, then heaving down on to him again. She had plenty of practice riding customers at the Lightning Bean... but fucking a professor was special. There was an admiration there, and adoration even, the sense that she was giving the pleasures of the body to a man who had given his life to the exercise of the mind. This was no ordinary guy who wanted a lay, this was another breed. Somehow there was something different, an intensity, a concentration of focus, that poured all of her energy into the careful, relentless humping of her cunt onto his intellectual cock. 

He was all mind; she was all body. The world of the spirit, the mysteries of things unseen, the perplexity of logic and reason, radiated through him, and met something in her, something pure, the sheer reality of flesh and pleasure. She was a goddess; he was her priest. Or was he the god and she the priestess? It didn't matter, they were both the same. She gave him her gift. It was there. An answer, to a question she could not even ask and did not know. He was in her, entirely in her, entirely her possession. She gave herself to him, her cunt, her vagina, her womb. The life of the mind and the life of the body met and merged and began to glow with ethereal light. Her pussy pounded down onto his cock and demanded not merely his cum but his spirit. They fucked. 

He was crying out, shouting, his hands gripping her flanks through the soft downy sweater. Christi was shouting too, "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY...." The light grew and grew until it exploded, like a nuclear blast in her cunt. She erupted and her flesh seemed to melt away and blast off into space. Professor Hansen thundered under her, pounding his flesh into hers, and she felt his sticky blast as her pussy went suddenly, deliciously, slick and tender. He came in her cunt and filled her with his seed. For a moment -- a moment of mundane sobriety - Christi wished she were not on the pill. She wanted the power of that seed making life in her. It wasn't rational, it made no sense, she was in no situation to actually raise a real child. But she wanted to keep the power he delivered in her belly forever. 

They kept on pushing into one another after the explosion, as the light and heat slowly faded, unwilling to let it go. The miracle slowly evaporated, and Professor Hansen grew soft. Finally Christi yielded to the inevitable and let him slide out of her, and rolled onto her side next to him.

"Oh my god," Professor Hansen said, "That was... that was..."

"Shhhh" Christi said, stopping his mouth with a kiss. "I know. There are no words for what that was." 

"Is it always like this with you?"

"Hmmm... no. I've come close. That was something more," she said, and then smiled. "You are something special, Professor." She winked and giggled as she stressed his title.

"I've never felt that before. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to go back to normal now."

"You're not normal, Professor," she giggled again. "I love saying that word! So, professor... have you ever fucked a student before?"

"God, no. I didn't think it ever really happened."

"Did you like fucking a student today, Professor?" Christi couldn't stop giggling.

"Did I! Straight A!"

"Do you think you'll fuck more students in the future, Professor?"

That gave him pause. "I can't imagine anything would be like that again. I don't know."

Christi smiled at him. "Good answer. You're right. No one will ever fuck you like I can. But I don't mind if you try other girls out. I even have some friends you might like." 

"You... really?"

"Sure. I'm not the jealous type. I just know when something is special, is all. You may get a knock or two on your door in the next couple of days."

"Wow... I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything." She leaned in and kissed him, deeply, leaving her taste for him to remember. Just then her eye caught sight of a clock on his desk. It was 1:27. 

"Oh shit!" She cried. "I have to go!"

And she grabbed her jeans and pulled them on hastily, then ran out the door, blowing kisses over her shoulder. Professor Hansen, baffled, his pants still around his knees, watched the door slam behind her. Then his eyes fell on the thong panties she had left on the floor in her haste. Thoughtfully, he picked them up, held them to his face and drank in the smell of them, then carefully folded them and tucked them into the top drawer of his desk.



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 10



Chapter 10

Abuse of Authority

(Author's note: back in chapter 8, I got a request for a scenario like this. Hope it doesn't disappoint!) 

*

Professor Ludovic's office was in a building halfway across campus from where Professor Hansen's was; the math and anthropology departments seemed to exist in different universes. By the time Christi found his door, the clock in the hallway read 1:37. 

Shit shit shit, she thought. I'm late. And I'm supposed to be back across campus for anthro by 2:00. 

Ludovic's office door was closed. She remembered that his regular office hours began only at 2:00, which was why she had had to make the separate appointment. But he had said to be there at 1:30, so he must be in there. She nervously stepped up and rapped on the thick wooden door. 

She was uncomfortable. Her cosmic sex with Professor Hansen had left a glistening film of sweat on her body, and running across campus had made her sweat more. The fuzzy sweater she wore was some synthetic weave, not really made to absorb moisture, so the beads stood out glazed and uncomfortable between fabric and skin. Her jeans were tight and she had pulled them on too fast, so they rode up and pinched in odd places from not being fitted onto her form quite right. And halfway along her run, she realized that her panties were on the floor of Hansen's office. Her pussy was still wet from fucking the anthropology professor, indeed still loaded with his cum, and she could feel the potent juice dripping down her inner thigh. She prayed it didn't show on the outside but didn't have time to find a mirror and look. 

"Come in," said the thick Slavic accent from behind the door. Christi cautiously pushed it open, and it creaked loudly. Into the lair of the beast, she thought.

"Ah yes," Professor Ludovic said, "Christi." He sat behind an ugly metal desk. Papers were heaped all around the room with no apparent sense of order. There were massive three-inch binders , likewise heaped on rickety aluminum shelves. A picture of some grim scientist Christi didn't recognize hung askew on the wall behind his desk. There was only one metal folding chair to sit in besides his own massive mahogany seat. She couldn't believe the difference between this dungeon and Professor Hansen's warm cubbyhole, filled with dusty books and exotic artifacts. The whole place was gray and cold. 

"You are late. I told you 1:30."

"I'm so sorry, professor," Christi said, "I tried but I had to run over from another appointment -- "

"Yes, I see that you are damp and sweating. Still, you are late. And you are failing. Not a very promising combination."

"I know professor. I'm trying, I really am. I just... I'm not a math person. This class is really a struggle for me."

"Math is not sculpture, Mizz Christi," he cut her off with his expressionless voice. "It is simply system. With enough work, anyone can learn the system."

That wasn't fair. "Professor Ludovic, I am working on this class! I'm working really hard! I just don't get it sometimes."

"You are working? You tell me you are working."

"I AM, I'm trying so hard!"

"Hard work does not result in 43. I have seen this. You lack motivation. You are not trying. I think maybe you should withdraw from class." 

Withdrawal would mean a math requirement not received and no chance of graduating at the end of her senior year. Christi couldn't afford to matriculate for a fifth year. "Oh god, professor, I can't do that! I'm going to graduate, I've GOT to pass this class!"

"With a 43 on midterm, I don't believe it will be possible. You should withdraw."

"But professor, I'll do anything! Can't I retake the midterm?"

"You want me to write up whole new midterm just for you? I do not have the time."

"But there must be something I can do! Let me do some extra credit to bring my grade up."

Ludovic glared at her over his drooping jowls like a sullen bulldog. "Policy is clear, Mizz Christi. If I give you extra credit, I must give it to everybody. No, I will not do extra credit." 

"But can't I do SOMETHING? Maybe I could, I don't know... work for you. Be your assistant or something."

"My assistant? And what would you do as assistant? You know nothing of math. You are failing even statistics. How could I use you?"

"You could use me as a secretary," Christi said, grasping at straws. "I could... I could do your filing for you. Help you get your papers in order!" 

"Get my papers in order?" Ludovic stared at her blankly. He seemed more bullfrog than bulldog now, Christi thought. "Why should I want help to get my papers in order? My papers are fine."

Christi stared at him blankly. "But... this office... don't you think..."

"My office is exactly as I like it, Mizz Christi. I know where everything is. I have no use for secretary. You will have to withdraw from class. That is all."

"No!" Christi cried out before she could stop herself. She couldn't let this class go! Then suddenly it dawned on her. Of course. It was so obvious.

"Professor..." she said, "I am really, really sure that there is SOME way that you could... use me... so that we can sort this out..."

He caught the changed tone in her voice, how she suddenly leaned forward, the swell of her tits beneath the sweater. Professor Ludovic's heavy eyebrows lifted momentarily as he looked at her. Then they dropped again and he rolled his eyes under drooping lids. 

"Mizz Christi, I'll pretend I didn't hear that. We will not have any more of this conversation."

She leaned in closer to him. "Professor... look at me... believe me, I know what I'm doing. You won't be sorry. I'm worth it."

"You think you are worth it?"

"I am, sir. I promise." 

"What do you think you can do that makes you so worth it?"

She paused, calculating what to say, and decided to say nothing. Instead, she brought a pen to her mouth and ran it over her lips and tongue, hinting at her skills.

Ludovic only snorted. "Every ten-ruble whore in Moscow can give blow job, little girl. Get out and go withdraw from my class."

Fuck! "I can do much more than that, professor... I can- you can-"

"No. Go now."

"You can be the first man ever to take my asshole!"

She blurted it out, barely thinking what she was saying. She was desperate and he was the first man she could remember in a long time to say no to her. 

Christi froze. Professor Ludovic was frozen too, stopped in midsentence from ordering her out of his office. He plopped back in his massive mahogany chair and stared out her. 

"You really want to pass, is that what it is?" He asked, running a pink tongue over his lips. Christi nodded nervously.

"You will let me have any use of you I wish? Even a virgin asshole?" Christi nodded again. 

Ludovic thought for a moment. "Bah, I doubt it is worth it. Let me see."

"Let you... what?"

"Let me see, girl. Show me what you are offering and I will decide." 

Christi bit her lip and rose to her feet. Slowly, watching the professor's reaction, she unzipped the fly of her jeans and peeled them off her hips, slowly shimmying them down her legs. They had been so poorly fit, it was a relief to have them off, even if inviting the greasy, hairy math professor into her anus seemed less and less like a good idea as she thought about it. She turned her back to him as she stripped but watched him over her shoulder, and carefully kept her legs straight as she bent to slide the jeans down to her ankles. Her legs stood straight and statuesque in her heels and her ass was smooth and round as she bent over and showed it to him. She was bent nearly double, like in yoga class, her hands at her ankles. Then she stepped free of the jeans and stood bottomless before him. 

"Spread for me. Let me see what you offer," Ludovic said impartially. 

Christi sucked in her breath. She realized how accustomed she had been to the feeling of power she had felt in seducing desperate men who hungered for her. This was different. She was weak now, vulnerable. Ludovic was appraising her like a piece of meat in the butcher shop. He seemed interested in the offer of anal sex, but not much more than if she had offered a particularly good sandwich. And his voice still sounded as likely to dismiss her from his office as anything. She trembled, anxious. 

"Go on, girl," he insisted. "Spread. Show me this untouched asshole." 

"Yes, sir," Christi replied. She stepped wide and set her feet well apart in the high heels, legs straight and taut. She bend forward slightly at the waist, letting her ass bulge outward, back toward the professor, spread her fingers across either ass cheek, and slowly pulled, drawing them open. Her anus puckered and she felt a little trickle of juice dripping down her inner thigh. 

Ludovic saw it. "What is this?" he asked, and leaned forward, running a thick finger up her inner thigh. Christi shuddered. He lifted the finger to his nose and sniffed. 

"Why mizz Christi, you are wet and dripping. Have you been fucking another man already today?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered. 

"Yes, I thought so. Who else has fucked you today?"

Christi bit her lip. Ludovic's voice turned dark. "Perhaps you do not want to pass statistics after all. That's a pity," he murmured.

"Professor Hansen!" Christi blurted out. She hadn't thought she should tell, but this grubby old man had a strange power over her now, out of all proportion, as though flunking statistics would be a death sentence. 

"Professor Hansen? What department is he in?" Ludovic asked. "I don't know any Professor Hansen. Keep your ass open, I'm not done looking."

Christi had been beginning to let her ass slip back to a more natural position, but at his words she grabbed her cheeks again and obediently pulled them wide. "Yes sir. He's in anthropology, sir."

"Ah, yes. I remember him now, from faculty meetings. I'm sure he and I will have much to talk about. Has Professor Hansen fucked you in the ass, Mizz Christi?"

"No, sir."

"He hasn't? Are you sure?"

"Only my pussy, sir. He fucked me in the pussy right before I came over here. I've never been fucked in the ass before."

"Hm. I see," Ludovic grunted. She heard him rising from his seat and loosening his belt, then undoing his fly. "You know I will be able to tell if you are lying. You had better be telling me the truth." 

There was a muffled clash of metal as belt buckle and pants dropped to the tiled floor under his feet. Christi felt one wide bear paw take her by the hip, and she heard a noise... fap fap fap... from behind her. The sallow statistics professor was making himself hard. She strained to twist her head around and look behind her, barely daring to move. Under a dingy shirt and a bland brown tie, Ludovic stroked his snake... and it was as thick and blunt as the man himself.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit, she thought. What have I gotten myself into? 

She had never had anal sex, but she had read about it online in her curiosity. Lubricate! All the advice pages had said. Use lots and lots of lube! It hurts! And here she stood, ass open to the professor and his thick pole, and no lube of any kind in sight.

She shuddered as she felt the massive shaft slide along the crease of her ass. "Hey, wait..." she stammered, "don't you ... don't you want to... you know... warm me up? Make me slick... professor?"

He continued sliding his cock against the outside of her butt. "Why should I want to do that?"

"Because it will make it... nicer?" she pleaded. 

Ludovic snorted. "I am not the whore showing YOU a good time, Mizz Christi," he said flatly. "YOU are the whore showing ME the good time."

And with no more ado, and no foreplay at all, he began to fuck her ass.

He drove hard, setting a stiff mushroom bulb of a cockhead straight to her anus, and gripping her by her hips as he drove it forward. Christi's tight sphincter resisted. She did not want this. She was scared. But his thick accent grunted at her, "You WILL take it, Mizz Christi. You WILL open to my cock." She bit her lip and closed her eyes and tried to will her asshole to open. 

Amazingly, it did. She felt his meat worm inside her assbud. Just a little.

Owwwwww. Fuck. Oh holy fuck, that fucking hurts. 

But there was no stopping Ludovic now. Once her anus began to yield, he exploited it fully, shoving hard with his hips and grinding his cock forward. It felt like sandpaper. Her ass burned with pain. He kept shoving, grunting with effort at every quarter-inch his hard dick rammed forward, forcing her virgin asshole open whether she wanted it or not. A bit more... a bit more... a bit more.. deeper... deeper...

Ow ow ow, Christ thought, and tears came to her eyes. Oh fuck oh fuck stop stop stop please stop.

"Please..... stop..." she barely managed to croak. "Please."

"Stop? Too late to stop now, bitch. I've only just started!" And with that, Ludovic rammed his hips forward again, hard. Christi felt like something broke inside and the burning raged hotter than ever and more painful as the toad of a professor crammed his thick cock balls-deep into her asshole. She lost her balance and tipped forward but he held her by her hips and she caught herself against a bookshelf. It rumbled and thundered as he slammed her body against it. 

Then there was the slow hard pull-out. Prof. Ludovic dragged his hard cock gradually out through her tight-clenched anus, squeezing harshly against her sphincter, so that she felt every inch of pain as he went. He kept pulling until only the last inch, just the bulbous head of his pole, was still inside her, and she gasped for breath and blinked back tears and hoped that he was satisfied. But he wasn't; he grunted hard and shoved himself into her ass again, filling her, abusing her, consuming her, until she gasped and her vision went blurry. He fucked her anus hard, and deep, thrusting her full of his cockmeat until she was stuffed to the eyeballs with him and dragged it out again in slow awful torture.

Christi clenched her teeth and tried to endure. Ludovic kept pumping her ass full of cock, churning like a machine. The pain of it filled her brain and washed over her until she felt that she was going numb. This was going to kill her. How could this much pain not kill her? There was no pleasure in it. Not for her. She was his slave, his slut, she lived only to suffer in her ass and give him pleasure as he fucked and fucked and fucked. Ludovic grunted and groaned with delight as he inflicted his massive cock on her anus and cared not one bit for her suffering. The pain took over and Christi felt that she drowned in it and disappeared until she existed no more. 

Then it happened, slowly, so slowly she hardly noticed. 

She had given up resisting, she had given up protesting, she gave up even the feeling that she was suffering. Ludovic had reduced her to a slab of meat for his pleasure and he gorged on her. She surrendered to it. She gave him her body, her ass, she gave it all, she forgot that sex had ever been a thing for herself, that it had ever been a thing she used for her own pleasure. And quietly, imperceptibly, the pain stopped. She hardly noticed, her mind had disappeared into a scarlet haze. But she had opened, she had yielded, she gave herself to him. It wasn't a compromise or a desperate bargain anymore, it wasn't tit-for-tat. She gave herself, completely and utterly. Her ass, her whole body, her whole self, was his, for his pleasure alone, to do what he will with it. She was nothing except the object of his pleasure. And becoming nothing, she opened, and began to truly receive him. 

She was not being violated anymore. She was not being abused and hurt by his merciless fucking. She was being used, and giving herself for use, and at that moment she found that she was being filled, truly filled, holding nothing of her own. Ludovic's thick cock thrust back and forth, in and out of her ass, and she welcomed it, she embraced it, she fucked it back. The friction that had seemed to hurt so much at first now seemed like the most intense of connections. Sparks and lightning were flying behind her eyes, and her whimpers of pain slowly changed into squeals of demand. 

Ludovic felt it. "My god," he grated through clenched teeth as he pounded deep between her ass cheeks, "My god, you are really taking me now... what a perfect little slut you are!"

It was true. She had been learning what a slut she was all along. But now, it was something even more... something total, something complete. There was nothing left, nothing held back, nothing in her soul that was not pure slut. "Come on, you motherfucker," she spat at him, "shut up and FUCK MY ASS already! Fuck it like you fucking MEAN IT!" And he drove his cock harder, slamming into her ass and shoving her face up against the bookcase.

"Professor, what's that noise? Is everything all righ—" came a male voice at the door. She had never fully closed it behind her! And now a student's face came peering in through it. Harker Matheson, the priggish Kappa she had flirted with to get into their house in the first place. He had never come up to Christi's room since the other Kappa boys had started to, and she had largely forgotten about him. Christi froze, and so did he, neither knowing what to say.

"Harker!" Professor Ludovic grunted, "Get in here and shut that door!" 

Harker obeyed, and Christi watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as her ass continued to be mercilessly pounded right in front of him. Shock, fear, lust and something like anger seemed to wash in and out of his face like the tide. Oh well, Christi thought, here I am. What the fuck. 

"Mizz Christi, you see, I already have a student assistant," Ludovic growled at her, never breaking the rhythm of his pumping cock. "Harker helps me with everything I do. I do not need another."

"He helps you with everything?" Christi murmured. 

"Yes."

Christi nodded. She understood. Harker still stood at the door, shocked, uncomprehending of the scene before him. She made her move. The bookshelf Ludovic had been shoving her face into was, in fact, right next to the doorway anyway. She grabbed Harker by the lapels of his jacket, pulled him over and shoved his back up against it. She pushed her face into his, now, giving him a hard, lustful, hungry kiss. 

"Hi, Harker," she said with a devilish grin, "It's been a while since I caught you stroking your dick in the library. Shall I do it for you this time?"

He didn't say anything, but she didn't need him to. Her hands moved quickly down his body from his shoulders to his belly, found his fly and opened it and shoved his pants and underwear down without wasting time. With Ludovic still fucking her ass behind, she couldn't hold herself steady in a kiss with Harker, but she leaned her face into his neck and breathed and licked and nibbled at his throat while her hands found his soft dick and began to fondle and stroke it. Harker responded quickly, saying nothing but moaning. Christi pulled at him, gently but urgently, and he grew hard and stiff in her fingers. 

When he stood tall and erect, Christi bent at the waist and swooped down on him. This was familiar and fun, she thought, as she easily gulped his cock in between her moist lips and sucked him back right into her throat right away, then eased off to suck carefully at the head and then lick a long circle around it. He groaned loudly and Christi giggled as she gave him perfect head. 

She heard Ludovic talking over her back as she sucked Harker off. "Have you ever fucked a whore before, Harker? I don't recall if you told me." He said it casually, as though he were offering a cigarette or a coke. 

"No sir, I uh, I haven't..."

"Oh, you are VIRGIN!" Ludovic laughed and the rumble of it shot right through Christi's anus into her spine. "Go gently girl, this volcano will erupt very fast!"




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 10



Christi obeyed and slowed down her blow job. "May I fuck him please, professor?"

"Would you enjoy it?" Ludovic asked her. 

"No sir," she said meekly. "But I think you would like to see me do it."

Ludovic laughed again, another earthquake in Christi's ass. "Yes, I would. Harker, lie back on my desk."

Harker hardly seemed to know what he was doing. But Ludovic obligingly pulled his thick cock out of Christi's ass with an audible pop. That allowed her, still gripping Harker by his lapels, to maneuver him around 180 degrees and push him back onto the heavy metal desk with all its mess of papers. When he was lying back, she dipped her head down and sucked his cock in a few more times, watching him closely through heavy-lidded eyes, made sure he was fully hard and ready, then climbed up and straddled him on her knees. She whipped the sweater off with a fluid motion and unclasped her bra, flinging both aside, to let him play with her smooth round tits, then grasped his cock in her hands and lowered her cunt onto him. She was slick and ready; surrendering to Ludovic's anal pounding had awakened her deepest reserve of whore and made her wet and excited. She began to hump up and down on Harker, fucking him smooth and easy for his first time. He seemed delirious and didn't know what to do, lying there and moaning and gripping her by her tits. Christi smiled. 

Ludovic stepped up to the side of the desk, his cock as massive and monstrous as ever. He smiled, watching Christi fuck his student assistant, and casually ran his hand over the smooth lumbar curve or playfully smacking her ass. He took Christi by her chin and pulled her face over toward his dick. She had expected it to be disgusting, brown and filthy from where it had been, yet it seemed only wet and slick. She looked up at the whoremaster and then obediently sucked his massive shaft into her mouth. He thrust several times and sighed with pleasure.

"Professor," she gasped between strokes, "You aren't done with my ass yet, are you?"

Ludovic smiled. This was what he wanted. Harker's cock -- which was not a bad size, if not the biggest she had had -- was stuffing eagerly into her dripping cunt. Ludovic climbed right up onto the desk over her, straddled her, and squatted down until the tip of his dick was level with her bouncing ass. "Hold still a moment, girl," he growled. She felt that bulb at her anus, and remembered the place of surrender she had found. Let go... let go... she felt herself open and Ludovic's heavy pole sank smoothly into her dirty asshole. It hurt a little, but now she loved it. A wave of lust thundered through her, and she gave herself to both of them. 

It was Ludovic who really powered it then. She couldn't really move her pelvis to fuck Harker without forcing him out of her ass, so she held still and yielded to Ludovic's thrusts; but those in turn forced her body to move against Harker, pumping him as well. One cock filled her pussy, in and out, soft and tender, while another crammed full into her ass, harsh and greedy and rough, and Christi knew she had never been so full or so fucked. Ludovic seemed tireless, like a jackhammer, pounding and pounding and driving her cunt on and on over Harker's thick cock. She was packed with cock everywhere. She had never felt anything like it. The thin wall of flesh between ass and pussy rippled and ebbed as the two cocks rubbed into each other inside, and Christi felt the scarlet haze wash over her once again.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK!..... FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!" she screamed as the cocks took over. She felt like they were fucking right up into her spine, into her belly, her lungs, her heart, her throat. A cock in her ass and a cock in her cunt, so deep that it would have come out her mouth and rubbed against her nose if she only pushed a little harder. They were everything, they were through her entire body, they filled her. There was no more Christi. She was the cock sheath, she was all dick, just a thin skin folded around the double thrust of unearthly manly power. She took it all and fucked it all and loved it all until her pussy started to gush with juice and she came and came and came. 

"Fuuuuckckkkkk..." she moaned as the orgasm thundered through her, and only vaguely heard as Harker cried out with her, rapid-fire, "fuck fuck fuck fuck" and she giggled as he matched her pungent stream with a load of pearly cum, gushing up inside her pussy.

"Please, professor, cum in my ass... please fuck my ass and cum in it... please load me with your cumm..." she was moaning.

"Argh.... Fuckkkk fuckkkk...." Ludovic grunted, and then suddenly, just moments behind Harker, she felt him. "Gahhhhhhhh....... fucking whore........ fuuuckkk..." the cum came, filling her. It filled her ass with slick messy goodness and dripped out through her anus as Ludovic gave a few last thrusts and dumped his seed into her. Christi, feeling like a true cumbucket with her ass and cunt all soaked in sperm, smiled and wriggled in happiness as she felt the two men's spunk oozing inside her. She collapsed onto Harker and lapped at his face like a puppy as he sighed and tried to recover his breath. Ludovic slowly, stiffly, climbed down off the top of the desk where he had squatted over her rear and dropped heavily into his chair, sweating. 

"Very well, Mizz Christi," he said finally. "I think that will move your midterm grade up to a 53 from your 43. Well done."

"FIFTY --THREE!??!" Christi shouted in disbelief. 

"Yes, fifty-three. I believe you will need several more sessions of... extra credit... to guarantee a passing grade in statistics this semester. I will see you here at the same time next week, yes?"

Christi sighed and shook her head, chuckling to herself. Damn, but Professor Ludovic was ugly. But she decided that, like other things, passing physics was a painful chore she just might have to learn to enjoy. 

She was very late to anthropology class. Professor Hansen turned beet red when she tripped into the lecture hall late and stumbled into a seat, but he carried on lecturing with as much composure as he could. Christi smiled and took careful notes. Some things she still wanted to do on her brains.



How Christi Paid for College Ch. 11



Chapter 11

Parents' Weekend

(Author's note, and spoiler alert: Christi is pushing her boundaries a little more each chapter, and things get crazy with her mother. If that's not your thing, move on). 

"Christi, it's me. Come on, honey, call me back. I don't want to keep leaving you messages. It's important."

"Fuck!" Julie swore at the phone and threw it across the passenger seat. She slammed her forehead against the steering wheel. "Fuck fuck fuck!" 

The car behind her honked. "All right, all right, I'm moving! Asshole!" Julie shouted and stepped on the gas. A bright yellow light popped up cheerfully on the dashboard. Tank almost empty! "FUCK!" 

She pulled over and into a parking space. No quarters for the meter, no money in her wallet at all. She had to figure something to do. Dammit. She leaned over and reached for her phone on the passenger side floor. At least her cell service hadn't been cut off yet. As she straightened up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. No money, no house, no job, no nothing, she thought grimly to herself. At least I haven't totally lost my looks. Wish I could live off of them. 

It was true -- Julie still did have her looks. Her fortieth birthday was only a year ahead of her, something she didn't like to think about. But her hair still fell in auburn waves to her shoulders with only a dusting of silver here and there -- never had to dye it yet, she thought, a point of pride. Her neck was long and straight, her tits full and firm and not too saggy under her polka-dotted top, and -- thank God -- her belly still kept where it ought to be. She wasn't quite the smooth hardbodied beach bunny she had been at eighteen, there were a few sags and soft spots here and there, but all in all she could honestly say that she looked pretty good. 

She looked good, but she had no idea where her daughter was. Christi had always been independent. She had to be. Julie had spent too much time as a high school party girl in the early nineties and her natural lush tits and red hair had made her a favorite of the boys -- till one brown-eyed charmer had unloaded his balls into her without putting a condom on first. Julie had been too drunk to think of it until later and had forgotten to take the pill. She graduated -- barely -- with her belly already starting to show and never went on to college. The charmer had disappeared to the far side of the country and Julie had raised Christi alone, working temp jobs during the days and waitressing at night, then staying out late at the clubs to party and dance and try to pretend she was still a carefree teenager. Grandma would already have put the baby to bed by that time anyway, right? 

Now the drinking had caught up with her, the odd jobs had dried up, she was behind on the rent and had finally been evicted. Julie didn't know what to do. Christi never wrote or called from school, but she was the only person Julie could think of to turn to. Family is supposed to stick together, right? Damn but I could use a drink, she thought. But she was broke and the car would need gas if she was going to get any further. All the worldly belongings she could gather were squashed in the trunk and backseat of the car. At least the CAR is paid off, she thought. I guess I can sleep in it if I don't have anything else. Not that I'll be able to move it with no gas.

Think think think... Christi's not answering phone messages. I'll have to just track her down in person, show up at her doorstep. How pathetic is that? But there's no other way. What dorm is she in? I don't remember. I threw the papers out. There must be someone who knows. Who would know? 

Julie got out of the car and stepped to the sidewalk. It must be between classes, there were students everywhere, huddled in little knots, bustling along the walkways. Maybe someone would know Christi. 

"Excuse me! Excuse me... I'm trying to find my daughter, Christi? She's an English major... do you know where she would be...?"

The students looked blankly at her, shrugged and bustled on in a hurry. A few more tries and Julie realized she must look like a crazy bag lady talking to people like this, but what else could she do? Finally one kid, a boy with hair across half his face, had a little pity on her and stopped long enough to say, "I don't know, ma'am (that killed Julie), but you might try the housing office -- they should have her file." Where was the housing office? Memorial building, over there with the pillars... thank you, thanks so much...

A plaque in the stairwell announced that Student Housing was in room 310, so Julie labored up three flights of stairs in her high heels. The staff was obliging, and pulled up the file on their computer for her. 

"Hmmm... Ma'am (killing her a little more), according to our records your daughter isn't living on campus anymore. She's off-campus now."

"Really? That's strange, she didn't tell me. What's the address?"

"We just have her home address and her campus PO box now, ma'am." 

(grrrr...) "You mean you don't have her actual local residence?" 

"No ma'am, she's not required to provide it. Didn't she give it to you?"

Julie conjured up a fake laugh. It was embarrassing enough not to know her daughter's address at school, better not let the office know that the home address was obsolete. "Well, of COURSE she did, but silly absent-minded me, I forgot to write it down. Everything's so electronic these days, I haven't had to use it before now."

"I have her roommate's information from before she moved off-campus, if that would help you."

"Well, OK... maybe that would help."

"I'll print it off for you, just a moment."

"Thanks so much."

The printout showed a girl named Hannah as Christi's former roommate, and the dorm where she had stayed. Julie vaguely remembered Christi having spoken about her during one of their rare summer break conversations. 

Getting into the dorm was not easy -- everything was locked with electronic codes -- but finally Julie was able to follow a student in and figured out where the stairwells were. She found the door and knocked. Moments later, a tall girl with an astonishing explosion of curly hair answered.

"Can I help you?"

"Are you Hannah? I'm Christi's mom, I'm trying to find her. I hear she's not staying here any more, I hoped you might be able to help me get to her. She's not answering her phone."

Hannah stared at Julie in shock. She had heard stories about the hard-partying absentee mother, but had never imagined meeting her in the flesh. And she didn't know what she was supposed to say in this situation.

"Ummm... I don't know where Christi's living now," she lied. "She moved off-campus somewhere."

"She didn't tell you where?"

"Uh... no."

"Hannah, it's really VERY important that I find her. She may have told you that we don't get along, but this is REALLY important. Please."

Hannah paused. She couldn't tell her about Kappa house. She tried to think of a solution.

"Well... last I heard she was working at the Lightning Bean. It's a coffee shop downtown. You might ask there." 

"Thank you, Hannah. I'll go check there." 

That girl was lying through her teeth, Julie thought as she went down the steps. What the fuck is going on? Dammit but I'm an awful mother. I should know where my own daughter lives. 

She had to walk to the Lightning Bean and hunt around several blocks of college town before she found it. Several times she cursed her high heels and the yellow empty-tank light in the car that prevented her driving to it. Finally, it was there, a warm glowing window on the street showing tables of hipster college kids sipping lattes and talking philosophy or drugs or whatever college kids talked about. She shivered against the late autumn wind and went inside. 

...

God I love sucking cock, Christi thought. It's amazing that it never gets boring. Cock after cock after cock, sliding into my mouth, sucking it down my throat.... Fuck, I love this....

She was on her knees in the dry storage room of the Lightning Bean with a client named David. He was a banker or stockbroker or some such, she could never remember exactly. It didn't matter. What mattered was that David was absolutely obsessed with blow jobs. He never wanted to fuck her pussy, even though she craved it; he had told her not even to ask. He didn't even want her to be naked, except for loosening the top few buttons of her blouse and showing some cleavage. But he wanted his cock sucked, and sucked, and sucked. Christi was happy to oblige. She let him stand over her in his flannel suit while she sank to her knees, boobs jiggling in her blouse, and slipped his fuckmeat out of his fly and between her lips. She would lick up one side of his shaft and down the other as he slowly stiffened up, and slid a finger into his fly to stroke his balls. He groaned and shuddered as she wriggled her fingertip back behind his balls to his sweet spot, opened wide, and then closed her lips down over his blooming cock head. A few tight sucks on that head where it was sooo sensitive, and watch him churn with a smile; then she drank him in, pushing her head onto his dick until she could feel him packing into the back of her throat. Relax the gag, relax it.... Open up... and slide him in the last inch until her gullet was stuffed with flesh and her lips closed around the very root of his pole. Hold him there while her finger stroked behind his balls and played back further, almost to his ass... feel herself just starting to choke... hold it, hold it... a tear came to her eye, she couldn't help it, but she loved feeling how stuffed with cock her face was... then finally slide back, letting him go, the salt tears winding down her cheek as she smiled up at him, her face under his looming shaft, licking at it. Then back in for another go...

He was close now. She could feel him starting to jerk inside her mouth, trying to hold still. It was coming. She sucked harder, urged him on, felt the spasms in his body mounting. At the perfect moment -- my god I've gotten good at this, she thought -- she slid smoothly off and wrapped her fingers around David's thick pole, jerking him over her wide open mouth, tongue extended, smiling up into his contorted face. Only a second passed, David moaned, and she received his gift. White pearly cum spattered out of his swollen dick and showered over her face. Mmmm fuck, she thought. So fucking yummy!

David zipped up his fly, smiled and kissed her, then quietly slipped out the door and headed for the back. He was no-nonsense, a client who took his blowjob and left. Christi took a hand towel and cleaned off her face, but she left her blouse a little unbuttoned, to reveal one streak of creamy semen that had dripped there from her chin. She wanted to give it to Lily. 

All smiles, she slipped out of the storage room and sauntered toward the front counter. "Hey Lily," she called in her sauciest voice, "Come here, girl, I've got something to show -- "

"-back in an hour, she'll be back by -- oh -!" Lily was just saying to a female customer with long auburn hair. But as Christi came up to the counter, the customer turned and looked in Christi's face.

"Holy shit!" Christi said (not thinking she was at work). "Mom! What are you doing here?"

"Christi!" Julie almost shouted at her. "I'm looking for you, dammit! Why the hell don't you answer my calls?" But without waiting for an answer, she reeled on Lily, who had turned pale and was visibly shrinking away. "Out on an errand, is she? Back in an hour? Lying bitch!"

"Mom, god!" Christi cried. "Can we not do this HERE?"

"Well, maybe we could talk it over on the phone -- if you would answer!" Julie spat back. "I've been trying to -- what the HELL is that?" Julie's eyes had dropped to Christi's exposed cleavage. With a quick stroke, she dipped her finger into the dribbling cum before Christi could react. She immediately brought it to her nose and sniffed, then licked it off her fingers. 

"Oh," she said, in a low, threatening voice, "I see. You were out on an ERRAND. I get it. I should have known."

"Mom I -- it was my break, OK? It's none of your business, anyway. What are you even doing here?"

Julie closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sighed. "Christi, you and I have got to talk." Christi stared at her. "What, now? Now? OK, fine, go ahead, talk."

"Not here. Can we step outside or something?"

"Now? Mom, this is work. I am WORKING here. OK, I was on break, but now I'm off, OK? You remember what working is about still, don't you?"

"That's sort of what I need to talk to you about. Can we talk outside? God. Can we talk outside, PLEASE?"

Christi looked to Lily for help, but Lily only shrugged. 

"OK, fine, let's go. You have five minutes. I can't BELIEVE I let you pull this shit." Christi headed out the back door of the cafe and Julie followed her into the cold air. 

"Here's what it is, honey," Julie said, trying to find the words of affection she had not used in a long time. "I lost my job. A couple months ago, actually. I've been trying to find a new one but I can't, and now they're shutting the heat off, and I can't make the rent, and they're kicking me out of the house. So basically, I'm out in the street."

"Oh god. I can't believe it. No, actually I can. Why am I not surprised? Can't you get unemployment or something?"

"I tried but there were some technicalities and what they gave me doesn't amount to much. Not enough to keep me in the house." 

"So what are you going to do?"

"Well.... I've come here."

"Here what?"

"Here to you. All I've got is what's in the car, Christi honey. I need a place to crash until I can get back on my feet."

Christi stared at her. "Whoa whoa whoa wait a minute.... are you telling me that you're homeless and you want ME to put you up?"

Julie nodded silently. 

"Holy fuck," Christi said, and broke into a bitter chuckle. "Mom... Mom, do you know how hard I've worked to get OUT of that fucking house? To get AWAY where I could be independent and not have to deal with your drama bullshit? How much of my tuition did you ever pay, huh? Nothing! I've done this all by myself, thanks very much. And now I'm supposed to take you in?"

"I know I haven't been a good mom to you, Christi," Julie said softly. "But I've got no place else to go. Sometimes when you lose everything, you just have to turn to anyone who'll take you in. You don't owe me, I know that. But I'm still your mom. If you won't help me, I'll be stuck sleeping in the car. I don't even have money for gas now. Please, baby." 

Christi brooded on that. "Mom, it's more complicated than that. I -- I don't really have a place of my own either."

"You don't? They said you had moved off-campus. I thought you'd gotten an apartment or something."

"Well, sorta. I ran out of money. Some guys are letting me stay in their frat house while I try to earn enough to stay in school. So it's not really my place to say you can stay there because I'm there on charity too."

"But we can ask, can't we? If they were nice enough to take you in, don't you think they might take me in too? Just for a little while? Can't you ask?"

Christi was embarrassed. She didn't like to admit how similar her mother's plight was to her own. "All right, I guess we can ask. Shit. Look, I don't know what they'll say. Come over tonight and we can ask." 

In reality, Christi's shift at the Lightning Bean had ended -- she had only claimed to be working to get rid of Julie earlier -- so after a few minutes she told Lily she was leaving and punched out. She walked, resentful, back to her mother's car and directed her to the small parking spaces behind Kappa House and led her up the winding stairs to her own borrowed room. They lugged two suitcases upstairs and left the rest in the car to decide what to do with later. Julie accepted Christi giving her the couch to sleep on. 

"Honey, thank you so much for letting me stay. What do you do for food here? I'm starving," Julie said as she spread a blanket and pillow on the couch. 

"Oh god, I forgot to get groceries. The store's closed now," Christi added. "I guess we could get a pizza." 

"Oh that will be good. This is starting to be fun! It's like being eighteen again and having a sleepover!"

Christi groaned. A sleepover with her mother was not her idea of fun. But she dialed the nearest campus pizza joint, placed an order, and then ran out to pick it up.

"I'll be back in half an hour," she said. "Don't go anywhere and don't do anything until I get back." Then she disappeared down the stairs. 

Julie nodded, and amused herself by musing over her daughter's posters and books and CDs. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. That was an awfully fast pizza, she thought, and went to open it. 

It wasn't Christi. It was a boy -- a nerdy college boy. He had a huge goofy smile on his face when the door opened that died suddenly as he saw Julie's face. In his hand was a fat white envelope. 

"Uh, hi," he said awkwardly. "Ummm... is Christi here?"

"She'll be back shortly," Julie said politely. "I'm her mother. And you are...?"

"Oh. Uh... my name's Anders. I'm with the fraternity here. She had said this would be a good time to ... um, to meet... but I can come back later."

"You're with the fraternity? No no no, don't go, come on in. She really will be back in just a few minutes. Please, come on in!"

"Oh... ok..."

Julie took Anders by the hand and guided him into the room, until they were sitting side-by-side on the couch. "I'm so glad you came up, I need to talk to you. Christi told me all about everything you guys in the frat have done for her and I think it's great.'

"Oh, she has? Um... you do?"

"I know it's probably weird coming from me, since I'm her mom, and I understand that your little 'arrangement' may not seem quite on the up-and-up to the school authorities, but I really have no problem with it."

"Oh, well... good."

"You're helping her save up money so she can stay in college, that's what counts. By any means necessary! She and I don't always get along, but I think we have that in common. We're really a lot alike, she and I. We do whatever we have to do to survive, and these days that means getting money, doesn't it? So you do anything to get by."

"Wow. You mean... you and Christi -- you're really the same, um... that way?"

"Oh yes. I dare say I'm actually the wild one of the two of us. I don't think Christi has done anything that I didn't do first!" 

"That's really something, um...."

"I wanted to explain that to you because... well, because things have got a little rough for me lately, and I was hoping you guys would agree to let me stay here. I promise you, anything Christi does to help you guys out, I'll do just as much. You'll be glad I'm here. I know she's grateful for all your help, and that's another way we're just alike. I can be just as grateful as she is, or even more."

"Really?"

"Oh yes!"

"Wow." Anders thought a moment, then held out his envelope to her. "Then maybe I should go ahead and give this to you."

Julie took it, puzzled. "To me? What's in it?"

"Three hundred dollars."

"Three hundred dollars! What for?"

"Well, that's what I usually give Christi when I come up..."

"Wow! What does she do to earn three hundred dollars?"

Anders caught the completely confused look on Julie's face, and suddenly realized his mistake. "You said... you said she had told you everything.... and that you could be just as... um, just as grateful as she could be....?"

Julie stared at him, uncomprehending. Then suddenly she figured it out and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" She looked from the envelope to Anders and back at the envelope. She remembered the taste of cum on her fingers at the coffee shop. "Are you - " she caught herself and shifted into a conspiratorial voice, leaning in close to murmur to Anders softly. "Have you been fucking my daughter, young man?" Anders nodded tentatively. 




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 11



"Oh my god! For money?" He nodded again. 

"That little slut! And all this time she's been acting so uptight and self-righteous!" Julie exclaimed. Then she lowered her voice again. "Is she any good?"

"You're not angry?"

Julie leaned back and looked at him. "No, actually. I don't know why not, but I'm not. So -- is she any good?"

"She's amazing."

"Good god, this is giving me a tingle. Tell me again -- you like fucking my daughter?"

Anders leaned close to her as well and said it with deliberate emphasis. "Ma'am, I LOVE fucking your daughter." 

Julie opened the envelope and leafed through the cash inside. Then she looked up at Anders. "Well, I hate to tell you, but my daughter isn't here right now. But I'd hate to send you home frustrated and with nothing for your trouble. So... would you like to fuck me instead?"

"Really?"

Julie nodded. "Sure!"

"Ma'am, it would be an honor."

"Oh I like you. A gentleman!"

And with that, Julie shifted closer over onto the couch and nestled her body up close to Anders. Part of her brain was telling herself she was crazy. Shouldn't she be angry? Shouldn't she be disgusted at the thought of her little girl fucking boys for money? But she wasn't. She honestly couldn't find any outrage at all. It was... exciting. She didn't know why. Maybe it was because Christi had become so... so self-righteous in her teenaged years. Julie was the bad mother and Christi was the defiant overachiever who was so much better, getting good grades and staying off drugs and paying her own way through college. Christi had pretended she was the girl of steel. But she wasn't. She had the same hungry pussy her mother did. She craved men. She satisfied them. She let them use her body, just like her mother had, and she took their money for it. Like mother, like daughter. 

Well, Julie had never actually taken money before. But she had taken gifts, drinks, clothes, vacations. It wasn't really different. To a woman with no home and the empty gas light on in her car, three hundred dollars in an envelope was better than all the fur coats in the world. And more honest. 

And right now, Julie was honestly craving dick, money or no money. She hadn't been with a man in months; the cash running short, the stress, all the problems of the last six months had put a damper on her social life. But now here was a young man right in front of her, available, willing... he was a little nerdier than most of the men she had been with, to be sure. But he was so young! She could feel that hot masculine energy from him even through the geeky surface. She had needs, and he was just what the doctor ordered. 

Julie cuddled up alongside Anders on the couch and leaned in to him. Their lips met, and she felt his tongue tentatively probing at her mouth. She opened eagerly to him, a promise of more that she would open to him soon, and allowed him in. His tongue slid smoothly over her teeth and danced with hers inside, then slipped along her palate and back out. She caught a faint taste of alcohol. She ran an arm behind his head and pulled him in tighter, yearning for him to explore deeper. 

He did, and pressed his kiss onto her hard, thrusting his tongue deeper and with more confidence -- also a promise, of penetrations to come. He began to take over and assert his dominance and Julie loved it. His hands began to move; his right arm, pinned into the back of the couch, slid around her waist and his fingers spread across her ass, pulling her firmly against him. His left, free to roam, began at her knee but soon slid upwards. He passed over the hem of her short skirt without reaching inside -- saving it for later -- but continued groping up her waist and then closed over her breast through the cotton fabric of her blouse. Julie smiled as his fingers gripped the soft curve of her tit and electric tingles scattered through her limbs. He wasn't hesitating. He had paid for her and was ready to take possession of his property. 

Their mouths continued to devour each other, tongues dancing and thrusting, while Julie let her own hands explore her new partner. She cupped his face in her free right hand, but also soon let it explore, downwards. She pressed her palms into his chest and was delighted to feel more muscle than she had expected in such a nerdy boy. His belly... a little soft, but not fat. It would rub nicely against hers when the time came. Then his belt... Julie knew how this was done, and had it unbuckled and whipped out of its loops in a few deft one-handed moves. Anders' hand on her boob started to work at the buttons of her blouse, loosening them one by one and then sliding inside, with the last couple still fastened at the bottom. His fingertips wriggled between the bra cup and her soft, soft flesh and found her nipple, closing over it in a pinch. Julie giggled and squealed at the touch, into his consuming mouth.

The belt gone, her own hand wormed its way under the top of Anders' jeans and inside his underwear. He wasn't at full arousal yet, perhaps, but surely must be warming up... it would be down there, somewhere, cramped in the jeans, suffocating, desperate to be freed...

Oh. Oh MY.

She broke the kiss and jumped back a little in surprise. Anders looked at her silently and grinned. 

"Oh... my... fucking... GOD!" Julie gasped hoarsely. "Let me see you!"

She dove at his fly then, and he helpfully raised his hips off the couch. She dragged the jeans down his thighs (and a pair of black briefs with them) and exposed him to the light. Wow. Oh wow. 

He was huge. Not even fully erect yet, but -- how long? Eight inches? Maybe nine? Julie had never been one for silly games of measuring cocks with rulers, but holy fuck, he was big. And round and thick to match. Damn. This was going to be fun. She hoped that she could take all of him. 

Julie slipped off the couch and onto the floor, kneeling between his open legs. She placed her hands on his knees, smiling up into his face, and slowly slid her palms up his thighs until finally her hands closed around Anders' thick shaft. It perked up even before she touched it, at the feeling of her hands on his legs. By the time she had it in her hands it was a rod of iron and had picked up an extra inch. He was naked except for his t-shirt now while she was still practically fully clothed, except for the loosening of her blouse. She liked the feeling of having that glorious naked cock at her disposal. She used both hands, one over the other like she was going to swing a softball bat, and slowly but firmly stroked him, up and down. She loved the feeling of stiff hard meat in her hands and giggled as Anders began to moan and shudder at her handling. 

She spit on his head and kept stroking as Anders' shaft became even more smooth and slick. He jerked and twisted, hardly able to bear the intensity of the feeling as she pumped his meat relentlessly, and Julie laughed. She spat on him again, but this time left a long trail of saliva between her lips and his cockhead, and left her tongue out for him to see. She wanted him to want to cum on that tongue, and displayed it to him teasingly. But it wasn't time yet. She kept stroking, building the pressure until Anders didn't think he could take any more.

Then Julie swooped in for her own feast. She lunged forward, tongue still extended, and swept Anders' massive prong into her mouth with a single gulp. She pushed forward fast, running him over her tongue and back, back, back into her throat. Mmmmm fuck, he tastes sooo good, she thought. I had forgotten how nice it is to feel a mouthful of solid dick in me. She bobbed her head up and down, one of her hands slipping to the base of his shaft and the other cupping his hanging balls as she gave the young man sweet, delicious head. 

That was how Christi found them when she got back with the pizza. 

The door was unlocked and her hands were full with a large pizza box, two bottles of coke and a big Caesar salad, so rather than knock she just turned the knob and let herself in. She didn't hear the groaning until she was already in the door, kicking it shut behind her, and then registered the scene on her couch. Anders was there, lying back, a hand over his face and moaning, and her mother -- her fucking mother! -- was on her knees before him, sucking that beautiful cock Christi adored so much into her filthy cougar mouth. Christi gaped in shock and the pizza box crashed to the floor, salad with it, and bottles of coke bouncing crazily across the room. 

"Hi, sweetie!" her mother called cheerily, "Did you get dinner?" And Julie winked as she gulped Anders' monster dick deep into her throat. 

The soda bottles hissed and wheezed and burst, letting coke erupt all across Christi's floor. Christi was frozen, and didn't know what to say. What- what the -- 

"What the FUCK!" she finally exploded. "Anders! What the FUCK are you DOING? That's my fucking MOM!"

"Don't blame him, honey," Julie said as Anders tried to calm his moans to reply. She stroked his cock, damp with her spit, as she spoke. "He brought something for you-" Julie held the envelope up in the air "-but I thought maybe I needed it more than you at the moment."

"You BITCH!" Christi shouted, and lunged for the envelope, but Julie tucked it quickly inside her blouse. "This is NONE of your business! Get the fuck OUT of my room!"

A puddle of coke continued to spread across the floor. No one paid any attention to it. Julie bobbed her head on Anders' cock a few more times and then went back to stroking. "Christi, as I understand the situation here, this isn't YOUR room. It belongs to HIS frat. You're only here because they let you, right? So I think it's up to him." She opened her mouth wide and sucked cock hungrily, winking at Anders as he groaned. "What do you say, stud? Should I pack up and leave?"

Anders removed his hand from his face as Julie gave him the best blow job he had ever known. It was so good, he felt like he would crawl out of his skin with pleasure. He smiled weakly at Christi and shrugged. 

"That's what I thought. Good boy. Would you like to fuck me properly now?"

Anders grinned, and Julie let his cock go with a little reluctance and rose to her feet, standing above him now. "Christi, how long has it been since you saw your mother's tits?"

"Oh my god, I don't fucking believe this!" Christi groaned, and retreated to collapse on her bed. Julie giggled. She loved sticking it to her daughter like this. She pulled at the buttons of her blouse and opened it, revealing the lace demi-cup bra beneath; then a quick tug at the clasp in back, and the bra fell away, releasing her luscious tits. Christi had come by her soft bosom naturally; both women were large and lush. "What do you think, Anders? Are mine as nice as my daughter's?"

Anders was on cloud nine and couldn't think, but only smiled and nodded.

"You're such a polite liar. I know mine are saggier. But that's OK, they still feel nice..." 

With that, Julie reached up under the hem of her short skirt and tugged her panties loose. A little shimmy and they slipped down to her ankles, and she stepped daintily clear of them. She didn't know why she wore a thong that morning -- some sixth sense, perhaps -- but she was glad not to be showing some horrid old lady cotton briefs to this hot young stud she wanted to fuck so bad. 

She climbed onto the couch then, hovering over him, and lowered her soft tits to his face. Anders reached up to grab them and kissed his way from one to the other. It was Julie's turn to moan. It had been so long... He became more insistent, smacking and sucking and squeezing each breast in turn, then biting into each of her nipples, and Julie felt a delicious warm glow spread from her tits to wash over her brain and make her dizzy. She reached down between her legs and found that amazing cock again, pulled on it to be sure it was still fully hard, and set the swollen head right to her pussy lips. She was already so wet under the skirt -- had been from the moment she saw that dick. He was huge -- but he was easy for a bitch as horny as she was. She held his pole in place as she pushed her pelvis down, and filled herself with Anders' massive cock. 

Oh, fuck. Yes. Oh fuck, yesssss....

As Julie began to ride her favorite fuckpartner, Christi fought with feelings she didn't want to admit. A girl shouldn't watch her mother fuck. A mother shouldn't be fucking a boy who had fucked her daughter. That was kind of like incest, wasn't it? It was so wrong, wrong, wrong... and her mother had been such a selfish bitch her whole life... This was a nightmare, it was awful, her mother couldn't really be here -- in her own bedroom -- fucking her favorite boy. But she was. 

And Christi loved it. 

She hated it -- but she loved it. Holy fuck, Anders had a beautiful cock. And it wasn't just his cock -- there was something about him that was so pure, now that he was over his hangups. He was full of delight. He LOVED women. He LOVED what Christi gave him -- and Hannah, and now Julie. There was something simple and brilliant and wonderful about the sheer joy he took in... well, in fucking women. In giving them the gift they wanted from him. Watching him in action was amazing, like watching a great dancer or a great athlete, the sheer raw joy of physical action. Even if he was fucking her own mother...

No... that wasn't honest. 

BECAUSE he was fucking her own mother. Another barrier was being broken, another taboo violated, another step opening Christi up to the thing that she was becoming. Fuck. Watching her mother fuck was hot. She was getting wet. The pussy that was taking Ander's thick meat -- once upon a time, Christi herself had come out of that fuck tunnel, dirty and screaming. And now Julie was fucking Anders with it. Holy shit holy shit holy fuck...

No. God. I don't want to go there I don't want to go there no no no it's wrong...

Julie was moaning, her mature tits flopping in Anders' face as she rode him, as she shoved her hips down time and again to suck his hard pole deep into her cunt. Then, to her surprise, he shifted. Anders leaned forward and pushed her back, still riding him, but now Julie found herself leaning back against his knees. He scooped his arms around her waist then -- surprising, stronger than I would have thought, Julie mused -- and suddenly stood up. "Whoa!" Julie cried, feeling suddenly weightless, pinned in place by the thick cock up her pussy and the strong arms encircling her waist. She threw her arms around Anders' neck and he continued to pump his meat into her cunt. But he was walking, too... across the room... where was he going?

Ah.... God... He was taking her to Christi's bed. 

Anders lay Julie down on the bed, right in front of Christi, who was cowering into a corner pretending not to be looking. He stood on the floor beside the bed as Julie relaxed and spread her legs wide, and without missing a stroke, continued to hammer his heavy shaft home into Julie's cunt. But he wasn't looking at Julie any more. He stared at Christi. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lustful and hungry. Christi met his gaze and she felt saliva gathering just inside her lips as he fucked her mother right there on her bed. He was like a hungry animal, his hips churning, humping her mother hard. She could see Julie's pussy lips, slick and swollen, gripping his cock as it rammed in and out of her. Julie's eyelids fluttered and she groaned as she took all that massive snake inside, over and over again. 

"You like how I fuck your mother," Anders grunted at Christi, still staring into her eyes.

"No... god, stop it, Anders."

"It wasn't a question," he grunted, shoving even harder for emphasis. "You like it. I know." 

"No... no..."

"Yes, you do. Now... your turn."

"What? Anders -- no! Fuck! No, stop it!"

But he didn't listen. With slow deliberation, Anders gave one final slam of his cock into Julie's pussy, then slid out of her gradually. His pole stood proud and slick in the air as he turned to Julie's daughter and grabbed her by her ankles. 

"What the fuck are you DOING? Anders -- STOP!" Christi cried -- but she only half-heartedly tried to kick her ankles free of his grip. Julie, in a purple haze from the heavy fucking she had taken, lay dreamily on her back and giggled at Christi's protests. 

"Don't you remember what Hannah said up at the observatory?" Anders asked. He pushed Christi's thighs wide and shoved her skirts up around her hips. "She said to tell you you're my slut and I'm going to fuck you whenever I feel like it." "Yeah, but—"

Anders grabbed Christi's panties and ripped them free from her legs. Christi squirmed and hesitated but didn't stop him. 

"I feel like it now, slut. I want to fuck you with your slut mother's pussy juice still coating my cock." 

"Oh god, don't...." Christi tried to protest, but with her panties gone, Anders grabbed her by her ankles again and lifted, forcing her onto her back and her legs to spread. Her pussy gaped wide before him, wet and slick and more excited than Christi could admit. He set his swollen helmet to her labia and shoved forward with his hips, wasting no time. The thick shaft caught the groove between her lips and found its path, and leaning in with all his weight, Anders buried his cock in Christi's cunt—just as he had buried it in her mother a moment before. 

"There..." Anders sighed, picking up his rhythm as he fucked Christi's pussy. "Yes.... feel me fucking you... that's good, isn't it?"

"Oh... god..." Christi gasped, feeling him pound her tender feminine flesh. "God... yes...." She couldn't deny it any more. His cock inside her, pulsing, pounding... it was too good to resist. Fuck, it was so so so good... she yielded and gave herself completely to his lust. 

"Because you're a what, Christi?" Anders pressed her, "What are you, deep down inside?"

"Oh fuck...." Christi groaned, "I'm such a slut!"

"You're a slutty whore, aren't you, little girl?"

"Oh fuck yes.... I'm a dirty slutty whore! I love your cock so much!"

Julie roused herself, hearing the two of them talk while fucking like that. She rolled over onto her stomach and crawled over toward Christi on the bed, until her face was near her daughter's. 

"Is my baby girl a little slut?" she whispered into Christi's ear. 

"Yes, mom," Christi whimpered. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a slut. I can't help it."

"Be my little girl, baby," Julie crooned. "You used to call me mommy." 

"Yes... yes, mommy. Oh god, he feels so good!"

"Tell me again, baby. Tell mommy. Is my baby girl a little slut for cock?"

"Yes, mommy," Christi groaned. "I'm a little cockslut..."

"Yes you are baby," Julie said. "You are mommy's little slut. You know what, sweetie?"

"What, mommy?"

"Mommy is a slut too. I love cock just as much as you do. All this time, and we finally found something in common."

Anders could not believe his ears. The sight of these two gorgeous women, mother and daughter, groaning over how much they loved his cock, blew his mind. His vision swam with red and he hammered his cock harder and harder into Christi as he listened to them. 

"Oh fuck...." Christi cried as her whole body trembled, "I'm so sorry mommy. I'm sorry I hated you. I'm sorry!"

"Shhh.... It's okay, baby girl... Mommy loves you..." Julie soothed her. "I love my little cockslut. You're my baby....." and she leaned her head over Christi's contorted face and began to kiss her -- her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead. Christi sighed and groaned with renewed passion as the tender kisses blended with Anders' jackhammer pounding. 

"I love you too, mommy," Christi whimpered, and opened her mouth, gasping. Julie didn't hesitate. She opened her own mouth and closed her lips over her daughter's. Saliva flowed and blended as mother and daughter kissed, passionately, lips locked and tongues dancing in that tender connection. Julie could feel Christi's body shake with each powerful thrust that Anders delivered into her, vibrating up her spine and into that first incestuous kiss. Their hands started moving, pawing at each other's bodies, sliding under clothing and gripping at soft smooth womanly flesh, mother and daughter exploring one another's bodies -- the soft roundness of breasts, the smooth lumbar curve, the jiggle of asses, they groped and grasped and explored it all in each other. 




How Christi Paid for College Ch. 11



Anders' cock in Christi's pussy was hard, insistent. All of her skin glowed wherever her mother touched her. She began to explode, everywhere, all at once. "Oh fuck! Mommy, I'm cumming! Oh fuck fuck fuck!" Fire washed over her whole body and her skin melted away. "Ahhhh... AAAAHHH FUCCCCKKKK!" she cried, and the tidal wave crashed over her and slowly, slowly, faded away, leaving her panting and sweaty. 

"Ooooh good girl baby... you fucked that boy so good!" Julie cooed at her daughter. "I hope it's my turn again!" Julie hadn't cum yet, and neither had Anders. He didn't hesitate, but as Christi eased down from her orgasm, he slipped his greasy cock out of her fuckhole and shifted over sideways. Julie grinned and lifted her ass up in the air, bent down on all fours for him. Anders lined up behind her, slapped her round ass with a loud SMACK!, and shoved his cock hard into her dripping cunt. She shivered with pleasure as she felt his fat meatstick cramming inside her, and was back at the height of ecstasy within seconds. Christi was still under her, and Julie buried her face in her daughter's jiggling tits as she absorbed Anders' heavy pounding. He was so good, this young stud, so hard and thick and powerful. She loved the feel of him, pulsing deep inside her, thrust after thrust. Oh fuck it was good, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK OH FUCK SOO GOOOD....

"OH FUCK AOOOUUUWWWWHHHH.....!!!!!" the groan erupted from Julie's throat and became a scream. She felt juices gushing in her pussy and realized she must be bathing Anders' cock in cum. Oh fuck yes, yes, yes, it was sooo fucking goooooodddd.....

She was bathed in sweat, her hair a mess. Christi was giggling at her, sweaty also, as Julie collapsed in a haze into her cleavage. But Anders still wasn't done. He pulled his cock from Julie's cunt as he had Christi's, and stepped back away from the bed, gripping the thick shaft in his hand and stroking. Julie and Christi watched him and understood. Dazed in the afterglow of their own orgasms, they still crawled down from the bed and over to him on hands and knees. Then, one to either side, each put an arm around the other's waist. Christi was on the right, so she grabbed Anders' dick in her free hand and took over stroking it for him. Julie grabbed his ass with her left hand and leaned in to suck on the tip of his swollen dick. Then she pulled off and let Christi gulp it down. I raised such a good cocksucker, she thought proudly. Christi jerked faster and harder and Anders' face grew beet red. Julie pressed her cheek to Christi's and stretched out her tongue. Anders's whole body began to shiver and stiffen.

"Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK.... UNH!" he shouted, and it came -- a beautiful load, white and creamy and thick, spurting from his stiff dick all over mother and daughter's faces. He quivered with pleasure, barely able to stand, while his pearly cum dripped and puddled on their uplifted faces and extended tongues. Then Julie, taking charge, jumped back on his cock and sucked it in, gulping down every drop and smear of his pungent fluid. Her mouth was full of the stuff, so she turned to her daughter. Christi smiled and opened her mouth wide, and her mother kissed her, hard, sharing the white load of semen with her little girl. They stayed locked in that kiss, swishing the cum back and forth, letting it mix with their saliva till they couldn't help but swallow it down. Finally their lips broke and the parted, smiling at each other, and sucked Anders a few more times just for the fun of watching him spasm and leap from the sheer intensity of it. A man's dick is never more sensitive than right after he cums, Julie thought. I wonder why that is. 

"Ah fuck..." Anders finally groaned, and turned away to collapse back on the couch. "You two are amazing. My God."

Julie and Christi stayed where they were, kneeling on the throw rug, arms around each other, kissing each other and licking the last drops of cum off each other's face. "I'm such a whore, mommy," Christi purred at her mother.

"Yes you are, baby," Julie crooned back. "You've grown up to be a nice bit of fuckmeat, just like me. I'm so glad I found out. We should fuck boys together all the time, don't you think? It can be our mother-daughter time."

"Mmm I'd like that," Christi said. "We have a whole fraternity of boys we can fuck together if you want. Would you like to?"

"Yes, sweetie," Julie grinned. "Let's fuck them all."

The salad was a complete loss and the coke took some time to mop up. Only half the pizza had avoided being ruined on the floor. But they ate what they could of it and counted it the happiest meal they had had together in many years. 

Anders fucked them again for dessert.