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Charlotte let out a sharp, aggressive grunt. It was a distinctly unladylike grunt. It was the kind of grunt that, had she made it at a family dinner at home in Alabama would have earned her a sharp glare of approbation from her father, a concerned look of correction from her mother, and a mocking smirk from her sister. But Charlotte wasn’t at home in Alabama.
She looked down, past her naked heaving breasts which were flushed red and covered with a thin layer of perspiration as she exerted herself, down into the smiling blue eyes and impish grin of her friend Jessica. Jessica knelt naked before the equally nude Charlotte, who sat, leaning back on the bed in her dorm room. Despite the playful expression on Jessica’s face and her rather casual “attire”, she was hard at work. She had just worked a decently sized black dildo past Charlotte’s sphincter. It was the biggest tool yet that the newly christened slut had managed to fit into her still unplundered. A few weeks ago, Charlotte was a politically and culturally conservative champion of traditional values, who would never go so far as to wear a sleeveless top or a skirt that ended above her knees, who would never be cut alone with a boy behind a closed, who was, though she was loath admit it, just a little bit racist.
But now. Now Charlotte was, like her roommate and best friend Hannah, a committed black cock slut. She had taken countless enormous ebony cocks in her mouth and pussy, had gallons of cum sprayed all over body, into her (pill-protected!) womb, and down her greedy throat. And the once fierce advocate for traditional marriage and lifestyles had learned the delights of sapphic lust, having had the tongues and fingers of many other equally wonton women in her pussy, in her asshole, across her breasts–and she had tasted similar delights herself.
But for all of her commitment to her new, debauched lifestyle she hadn’t yet managed to get one of those glorious black cocks up her still-virgin butthole. It wasn’t that she objected to the idea. On the contrary, she felt a certain sadness that she hadn’t yet become a three-whole slut, felt that she clung to one of the sillier vestiges of her old life. She longed to be as filthy as Hannah and Jess…but she just hadn’t been able to cross that bridge.
“You’re doing great sweetie,” Hannah cooed behind her as she gently stroked her hair with one hand and held Charlotte’s hand in another. Charlotte was leaning back, her head resting between the naked breasts of her beloved friend, roomate, and fellow slut.
Charlotte just groaned in response as Jess continued to gently but insistently work the plastic invader up into her tight, virgin asshole. Charlotte had taken much larger cocks in her mouth and pussy, and they had plundered those holes with far more vigor and intensity, but her asshole just hadn’t been as receptive as the rest of her body. Jess and Hannah, who had initiated her into their world of depravity, had shown nothing but kindness and patience in trying to help Charlotte clear this final hurdle before she could truly call herself a fully debauched whore, and she found herself making slow but steady progress. This was the biggest dildo they had tried on her, and although Charlotte didn’t exactly have a ruler or a stopwatch, she thought this was the furthest one of the faux-dicks had worked its way in, and in the fastest time yet. Still, she couldn’t have gone this far without the support of her friends, and she gripped Hannah’s hand more tightly as the invasion progressed.
“YAY!” Jessica cried out excitedly. “It’s all the way in! I’m so proud of you!!! How does it feel babe?”
Charlotte managed a weak smile as she worked up the strength to form words, recognizign the need to express herself with something other than moans and grunts.
“G-good.” She managed to stammer. “It’s good. It’s so good!” Her own words surprised Charlotte, but they were true. The plastic shaft rammed up her ass certainly felt different, but she liked it! She realized that a fleshy but still rock-hard ebony rod up her ass, wielded by one of the master bulls she had become intimate with (or even a brand new bull!) would be even better, but she’d still need to work up to that. For now, she was genuinely enjoying the substitute, wielded by an experienced and skilled bisexual slut.
Jess grinned in delight and Hannah giggled, both amused at and approving of their once prudish friend’s conversion.
“I think you need to kick this up a notch,” Hannah said excitedly. “Show this whore some of what she’s missing out on!”
Jess nodded seriously, and began to work the dildo in Charlotte’s ass with gentle but steady strokes.
In response, Charlotte let out another of those animalistic grunts as she lost herself in pleasure. Before long, her staccato grunts became more of a continuous squeal. Her skin flushed red and her legs began to trash about as her squeals became screams. Jess recognized the signs of an building orgasm and, determined to further Charlotte’s education by bringing her rapidly to an intense orgasm with an ebony rod lodged deep into her asshole, moved her şişli escort bayan head forward and began aggressively lapping at Charlotte’s pussy and clitoris.
Charlotte’s eyes rolled back into her head, which was now thrashing about uncontrollably. Hannah grabbed the bucking brunette’s head with surprising strength given her relatively petite size and pulled her towards her own mouth. Within less than a second, the two roomates were passionately making out, tongues thrusting into each other’s mouth with ardor.
Hannah, no stranger to blissful orgasms at the sapphic hands of her fellow sluts or from a power ebony shaft, also saw what was happening to Charlotte. In the past few weeks, she had seen Charlotte take enough black cock, and had brought Charlotte to orgasm herself enough times, that she was especially attuned to the tell-tale signs of the progressive states of Charlotte’s sexual arousal. “Let’s show this slut a good time!” she thought to herself, and reached around with one hand to begin stroking Charlotte’s clit.
Jess’s premonition–fuelled by years instincts developed through years of unabashed slutiness–came true as Charlotte let rip with a shriek of pleasure into Hannah’s mouth and her entire body began to quake with the force of the orgasm. A sweet, light liquid burst from from her spasming pussy. Jess laughed with delight and positioned her face so that it Charlotte’s sexual juices ran down her face and into her open mouth.
Charlotte’s mind melted into a mist of pleasure. Any ordered thought became impossible. In this moment, Charlotte was acutely aware of her entire body–not just her impaled asshole, her squirting, spasming pussy, or her heaving tits. Her entire body was a conduit for sheer pleasure. Every pore, every cell, every nerve seemed to come together in a symphony of delight as her orgasm ripped through her. Perhaps an actual cock attached to an actual stud would bring Charlotte to even greater heights, but she didn’t have the wherewithal to give that serious thought.
The orgasm was at once too long and too short. Its intensity caused her to lose any sense of time. But, too soon, she felt her heights of bliss come down to earth. Desperate for breath, she broke her kiss with Hannah and began to pant, still unable to speak but offering weak but pleased whimpers. She couldn’t speak, but the small noises let Hannah and Jess know the depth of Charlotte’s happiness and gratitude.
Charlotte’s reverie was interrupted by a chirping to her side. She was in too much of a delirious bliss to realize what it was.
Hannah, not having just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, had more presence of mind. She let go of Charlotte and leaned over to pluck up her phone.
“Food’s here!” she announced excitedly as she scrambled off the bed. She started to hurry towards the door before pausing.
“Don’t give some poor delivery man a heart attack, silly,” she muttered to self as she let out a furtive giggle. She scanned the room, looking for some garments to make herself look decent. She grabbed a tiny bit of white fabric and a bit of dark blue material which was only slightly larger. Determinednot to make her delivery person wait longer than necessary, she worked quickly, throwing on a white, cropped tank top. It’s spaghetti straps left her shoulders largely exposed; it was low cut enough to show a generous expanse of cleavage and cropped high enough to fully expose her belly and even a bit of underboob.
In a display of athleticism which would have been beyond her skills a few months ago, she pulled a pair of daisy dukes shorts on over her legs. Although the denim shorts were skin tights, she easily squeezed into them, reflecting her experience in quickly getting into–and stripping out of–risque outfits. The tiny shorts did little to cover her–many swimsuit bottoms and panties were more conservative. If she’d bothered to put on underwear, it surely would have stuck out the top. As it were, her the bottom curve of her bare ass cheeks hug out from the barely-there bottoms. Was Hannah decent? Not really. But she was a slut, and her standards for appropriate attire weren’t exactly demanding. The outfit, revealing as it was, left her technically clothed. She wasn’t about to get arrested. And although she fully intended to give her driver a solid tip, she was chuffed at the prospect of giving him a pleasant eyeful as well.
Driven by equal measures hunger and respect for the driver’s time, Hannah scurried out of the bedroom. Jessica crawled up onto the bed and embraced a still cum-addled Charlotte, kissing her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The tranquil sapphic scene was soon interrupted by Hannah’s cry from the living room.
“Come eat, girls!” she demanded. Reluctantly, Charlotte and Jessica pulled away from each other and gathered together bits of clothing from the room. Their outfits covered up about as much as Hannah’s. These days, none of the trio had any qualms about showing off any part of their bodies, and concerns over comfort prevailed over any concerns about modesty.
Charlotte was still mildly taksim escort bayan dazed from her intense orgasm and stumbled a little as she approached the door. Jess, ever the supportive friend, took her by the arm to help her make the short walk to the kitchen.
They emerged to see that Hannah had carefully laid out a buffet of delicious looking and smelling Thai food. To the three college students, this was the apex of fine dining.
The trio dug into the takeout with gusto, happily chatting about their classes, the latest happenings in the news, and their thoughts on the studs they had fucked most recently. Charlotte, as a relatively recent convert to slutiness, gushed about the many new “friends” she was making and their sexual antics. Hannah and Jess nodded along and made encouraging sounds, somewhat amused by their friend’s endearing enthusiasm. To be sure, Hannah and Jess remained in awe of the talents of their many sexual partners, but the size of their massive cocks, prolific stamina, and intense fuck skills were no longer a shock to the more experienced sluts.
Naturally, when the discussion turned to current affairs, Hannah and Charlotte engaged in a vigorous but good-natured debate. Their most recent debate had a different tenor, this time. Tonight, they were having a row over tax policy. But Charlotte no longer felt the desire to defend her partisan tribe. Whether that it was because it had descended into madness or because her new social habits had altered her social morays, she couldn’t honestly say. And it was very possible that getting into a truly heated argument with someone who had delivered so many mind-blowing orgasms was simply impossible. But these days, the debates between Charlotte and Hannah felt more like one of Hannah’s board games than a true argument.
“So ladies,” the relatively apolitical Jess cut in. “You’re almost done with your freshmen year. Aside from turning into shameless whores (Jess smirked with that aside) has college been everything you expected it would be? Have you guys given thoughts to your future plans?”
Charlotte frowned and furrowed her brow thoughtfully. “I’m not sure if I really can set aside the fact I’m a black cock slut now from the college experience and I want out of life now. I came here to learn how to make money to support a family. I don’t know if I could ever been a housewife like mom, but I think the idea was that I’d marry some nice Southern guy and go back home or to a town like home and we’d open a small business together. Now that just seems boring.”
She went on as she scooped some more fried rice onto her plate. “Don’t get me wrong. I’d still like to find the right guy to marry. But I guess you can say I have a type now–at least when it comes to sexual partners. And times have gotten a lot better, but I still feel like there’d be a lot of nasty looks and whispers back home if I had a black husband. I can deal with that, but I wouldn’t want our kids to have deal with such stupid bullshit. Besides…I don’t think I can ever stick to just one cock now! For one week, let alone for life!” Charlotte giggled at the last comment.
Hannah clutched her friend’s hand. “Just because we’re sluts doesn’t mean love and marriage aren’t possible! Just look at the Suffolks!”
Charlotte nodded. “Oh, I know. I don’t really care about the race of the guy I marry–Jerry seems like the model husband and he’s white. But back home, they’re a lot more into church bake-offs than gangbangs. I’m not opposed to church bake-offs, but I see a lot more gangbangs in my future.”
Hannah smiled at that. “You know, maybe we’ll check out a bake-off together sometime. If they’re half as fun as a gangbang, they have to be great.”
Charlotte nodded, her pretense of seriousness belied by laughter in her eyes. “I’d like that–provided we keep on doing the gangbangs together!”
“But it’s not just that,” she said. “Dad would kill me for this but…well, my business classes are okay. But I’ve found so much more to be passionate about than black cock. Movies, art, culture…all that matters! I get that money is important, but dedicating my life to it just seems hollow.”
“You really need to meet Quentin,” Jessica told her. “I’m sure he’d love into get into that tight little pussy of yours and listen to you beg for his cock with that cute Southern drawl. But he’s also a firm believer in the importance of the liberal arts. He’s sponsoring a lot of endowments for artists, critics, academics. A lot of people say he’s singlehandledly bringing about a renaissance in the humanities.”
“Quentin’s an amazing lay! And a great man!” Hannah agreed excitedly. “I’ve almost had the opposite experience, Charlotte. I came to college thinking I’d save the world as some kind of activist. Maybe it’s just getting older, but it seems like a lot of activists are as greedy for power as businesspeople are for money. And I’ve learned from Quentin and Helen that an ethical, smart businessperson can give back to the community as much as any activist. Maybe more. Helen was just telling me about how she’s spearheading fatih escort bayan a new project for higher density development that’s going to make housing a lot more affordable in a lot of cities. Her asshole dad doesn’t care about that, but he sees a profit potential, so he’s on board. And Quentin really is the paragon of honesty and integrity, and puts so much of the money he into so many good causes.”
“Quentin sponsors a lot of projects. I’m sure he can help both of you find a place. Not just for your beauty and your sexual skills–and complete lack of sexual scruples. You’re both brilliant woman, and can contribute in all sorts of ways to his projects, business and otherwise.”
She stood from her seat and walked to the bag she had left at the entrance to the roomates’ suite. “But enough fo that for now!” She reached into the bag and pulled some small, plastic boxes onto the table. “It’s movie time!”
Charlotte squealed and excitedly began to paw over the boxes, always delighted to see what new cinematic treasure Jess had to offer. She lifted up a box which had a name Hannah half-recognized from the intense discussions Charlotte and Jess had while she half-listened. It was a Hong Kong director, and although Hannah didn’t share her two friends’ passion for movies, she did appreciate the stories of heartbreak and longing which marked his work. They were almost as good as the novels she so loved.
The trio made their way to the couch and Hannah couldn’t help but stare at Charlotte’s ass as she loaded the disc into the fancy player she loaded the disc into the fancy player she had talked her dad into buying by explaining it would help her get ace the film studies class she was taking and get her gen ed requirements out of the way faster so she could study “real subjects” like accounting and finance. Hannah thought Charotte and Jess’ insistence on watching movies on disc instead of streaming them was an anachronistic, if charming quirk, and she certainly didn’t object to watching her sexy roommate bend over in front of her.
After turning off the lights, Charlotte settled into the couch, nestling between Hannah and Jess. It wasn’t long before Hannah dozed off, head nestled on Charlotte’s shoulder. Jess and Charlotte, huge fans of the director, stayed awake through the entire film, but didn’t want to wake their sleeping friend by getting off the couch. As the credits rolled, Charlotte felt herself drifting off to sleep on the couch, happily nestled between her two friends and lovers.
***
Hannah slowly began to awake. As the first stirrings of consciousness returned, she felt tension between the discomfort of having spent the night asleep on only one-third of a couch and warmth and contentment of having shared that couch with two of the people she loved most in the world. She remembered falling asleep wearing her glasses, but the room was blurry. She wasn’t sure what time it was. It was a Saturday, and there was a time this would have bothered even on a weekend. Now though, her lifestyle involved many late nights of vigorous physical and mental activity, so she had become somewhat more laid about such things. Still, she didn’t want to waste the entire day. She grabber her phone from the coffee table, but it didn’t respond to her swipes–the battery had died. Hannah sighed and, careful not to wake Charlotte or Jess, gently separated herself from the still-sleeping pair and walked to her room.
She plugged her phone on and sat at her desk. It would take a while for her phone to charge, and she wanted to read her emails and catch up on the news. She was relieved to see it was only 7am–she hadn’t wasted too much of her day, and, after a quick scroll of her preferred newspapers’ site to see which long-form articles she’d read that weekend, opened up her email.
At the top of her inbox was an email from Sarah, her sister. Hannah was unsurprised that she was the only person to have emailed her overnight: Sarah was studying abroad in Europe, and Hannah’s nights were Sarah’s mornings. The email was chatty and breezy, an update on Sarah’s travels and studies. Hannah smiled at the historical detail Sarah couldn’t help but include in even a light-hearted travel update; like Hannah, Sarah was a serious student and couldn’t help but soak up and share knowledge wherever she went. Hannah felt a slight pang of guilt when she got to end of the email, a request for a video call. In the time since Hannah had been converted into a black slut, the sisters had exchanged email, but they hadn’t had a live conversation. It was partly because Hannah now had fewer quiet nights in the dorm room, and although she loved the fuck fests she didn’t want to neglect the people she cared about.
She resolved to make time for Sarah and responded back with some proposed times for a video call along with some quick updates about her own studies and non-sexual adventures. As she typed, she thought of the many members of her libertine coterie who had referenced becoming friends with Sarah and Jess’s frequent references to having taken Sarah under her wing and helping her get out of her shell. She remembered the video call–which seemed like ancient history, but had only been a few months before–when Sarah was on her way to to what seemed like a raucous party with a group of very sexy black and a very sexy female friend, dressed in uncharacteristically revealing dress.
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