Making College Free Ch. 10

Back writing again and appreciate all the patience guys. New job is stressful but terrific. Just trying to find the time to write with the new schedule. Enjoy this chapter. I've also got the next colors chapter half-written as well so that should be out soon as well. Thank you for all the well wishes and now... on with the show!

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For the next several days, Rebeccah sampled every cock she could get her hands on. Often two at once. Lexi joked that she seemed to be making it her mission to fuck them until either their cocks or her cunt were worn out. Rebeccah couldn’t argue with that. Instead, she just let herself go until finally, after almost four solid days of non-stop fucking, she passed out on Alexis’s old bed. Her body felt wrecked but also unbelievably alive. Still… she knew she needed to rest.

She woke up the next morning to Alexis moving her ass against her. Sometime in the night her diminutive girlfriend had crawled into bed with her and positioned herself as the little spoon. Rebeccah’s hands stroked the creamy white skin sleepily as she breathed in the musky scent of sex. Six months ago she’d have been jealous to the point of rage at the idea that her girlfriend had been having sex with a boy behind her back. Now she just found herself picturing it and wishing Lexi was awake to tell her about it.

“Hmmm… that feels nice,” she said quietly as Rebeccah’s fingers trailed along her shoulder.

“As nice as whatever you’ve been up to this morning?”

“Mmmm… nicer,” she said softly.

“Uhhuh,” Rebeccah said, skepticism in her voice.

“Whatever,” Lexi said, snuggling her ass against Rebeccah’s stomach. “You love it as much as I do, slut.”

Rebeccah pondered that statement and quickly decided it was probably true. Or at least true enough. She really did love sex. But not just sex. She loved getting fucked. Loved it. She said as much to her girlfriend.

Alexis turned excitedly, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Really?” she asked, suddenly wide awake.

“Uhmm… yeah?” Rebeccah said.

“Well we should totally get you gangbanged then!” Alexis said.

“Haven’t I already been?”

Alexis laughed, “Having sex with two or three guys at once isn’t a gangbang, silly.”

“It’s not?”

“No! Oh my gosh… I have so much to teach you. Getting well and truly fucked by a group of guys is a gangbang. Having them just line up and fuck you and cum and then another one fucks you and cums and again and again until you don’t even know when one stops and the next begins… THAT’S a gangbang, bitch!”

Rebeccah smiled, imagining it.

“And we should film it!”

“What? Why?”

“To watch back together,” Alexis said.

“Why not sell it for money online?” Rebeccah said.

“Really?” Alexis said, suddenly skeptical.

“Sure… why not… if you think the guys would be okay with it.”

“I mean… sure… I just figured I’d be the one suggesting that. Where is my prudish girlfriend and what have you done with her?”

Rebeccah laughed and gave Alexis a light slap on the arm, “I’m not prudish… I think you saw to that when you convinced your brother to fuck me and teach me the joys of slutdom… slutnicity? Sluttitude?”

“Mmm… sluttitude… I like that. You have a great sluttitude, lover.”

“Thank you, madam,” Rebeccah said in mock solemnity. “Yours could use a little bit of work,” she said.

This time Alexis returned Rebeccah’s earlier slap, “Fuck off… I’m the biggest slut you’ve ever known.”

“For now, bitch. For now,” Rebeccah said and gave Alexis a kiss.

It took a week or so to set everything up but eventually the big day arrived. Alexis was excitedly setting everything up. Lighting. Cameras. Everything. She had the entire library rigged up like a professional film set. Three of the guys had moved in a huge four poster king sized bed into the middle of the room and Rebeccah had spent the better part of the past two hours getting ready. Her hair was fully primped up and her body waxed and skin lotioned. Her whole body tingled with arousal as she looked at herself in the mirror. The short, red satin robe the only thing obscuring her curvy naked body. She was fully aware of the slick fabric as it slid effortlessly across her nipples with even the slightest of movements. She’d been enjoying teasing herself for the whole time she’d been getting ready. The sight of her beautiful girlfriend made Alexis’s mouth water but she fought off the urge to drag her upstairs and said, “Now remember guys. She’s Becki tonight. Becki the Bimbo… okay?”

The guys nodded as they stood in the room. Rebeccah was sitting in front of a mirror applying lipstick that would soon be smeared across a myriad of cocks. 28 of 29 frat members were there. The only missing person was Brent who seemed to be increasingly whipped by his almost hilariously straight laced girlfriend. “Now… for this, there’s really no need for a story. You just make sure you make Becki the Bimbo gets as many loads out of you as possible.”

“And you’re going to blur out our faces?”

“If you checked that box on the release, yeah. It’s fine. Now I have everyone’s release right? You know that rules these days. Everything has to be done just right or else the FacePorn cops come down hard on you and I don’t need Zuckerberg’s lawyers all up in my shit.”

She counted through the papers, “There’s only 28 here… who am I missing?”

“Mine,” Rebeccah said as she signed a piece of paper in front of her with a flourish. “Full signature… no blurring. I also checked the ‘full consent’ box so you boys can feel free to do your worst!” she said with a bawdy wink. Rebeccah had fucked all of these guys several times each and she knew what all their kinks were. And she knew she was the one with the real power. The power of pussy.

The guys cheered and Alexis quickly ran behind the bank of monitors she’d rigged up. Each of the four cameras fed to a monitor and she could switch back and forth to see composite shots on the fifth. “Okay, guys. Action!”

The group approached Rebeccah who suddenly got wide eyed, as if scared. “Like… what are you big strong men going to do to me?” she said. It was the terrible acting of a terrible porn actress which was exactly what they were going for. Alexis wanted to make a parody of a 80s era porno and this was a perfect opportunity.

“Anything we want, slut!” said one of the guys.

“Oh my… maybe we could work something out… like… maybe I could offer you… my body,” Rebeccah said, following the loose script they’d planned out. “Or maybe, all you really want… is my holes,” she said lustily looking directly into one of the cameras. Alexis could almost hear the cheesy music that she planned on playing at the start of the scene.

This was really as far as their script went and, at this point, Rebeccah was shoved unceremoniously forward onto the bed and a cock was sliding into her from behind. She screamed in shock and arousal at the rapid, shocking invasion. But she was used to that by now. The cock that was shoved into her mouth from the front was sucked down greedily and Becki the Bimbo’s Banging was beginning. It didn’t take long for Rebeccah to finish off the cock in her pussy and she quickly moved over to straddle another guy next to her. She bounced up and down on that cock eagerly while she felated another one and jerked off a third. When the cock in her mouth spurted, she managed to sputter, “Like… are you big studs going to make me air tight or do I have to beg for it?”

“Beg for it!” shouted the room and Alexis snickered. So cheesy.

Rebeccah looked into the camera as she continued to grind on the cock underneath her. “Like, oh my gosh, I’m just a dumb, slutty coed who needs cock in all her holes. Will you big strong fuck beasts ravage my cunt, mouth and ass all at the same time. Please… I really, really need it!”

The words were delivered with all the believability of a terrible D list actress. But her expression was one of unfakeable lust. The camera loved her. Alexis could see that. She watched in rapt attention as two more guys positioned on either side of her to give her what she’d begged for.

When Rebeccah was finally filled up fully for the first time, Alexis could only watch in amazement. Alexis had always imagined that she looked sexy while she was fucking. Guys liked it. Rebeccah liked watching. She knew it must be hot. But watching Rebeccah get used by a room full of guys and seeing how much she loved it. Practically lived for it… It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life.

The guys started getting rougher and rougher with Becki and she egged them on, “Oh yeah… spank my slut ass harder!” “That’s it… slam that fuck stick in my tight ass!” “Do it? Break my tight little cunt!” The screams of joy and lust filled the air.

After about thirty minutes, Alexis became aware of someone behind her. She turned around and saw Brent at the doorway staring in. She gestured and he sheepishly obeyed, his eyes glued to Rebeccah’s ongoing defilement. Alexis whispered when he got close, “Hot isn’t it?”

Brent simply nodded. His eyes glanced towards Alexis. Her tiny daisy duke shorts and loose black tank top should have kept his gaze. But they didn’t. Not when Becki’s beautiful body was on full display like it was. Alexis was about 5% jealous of that. The other 95% of her completely agreed with his involuntary visual vote.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?”

“I shouldn’t,” he said, adjusting his cock.

“That’s not really the answer to the question, Brent.”

“Christin would be pissed,” he said, again deflecting.

“So? And do you think she’d REALLY be pissed once she saw how much pleasure you bring to a girl? And how much she could bring to you? I think Christin needs to be taught a thing or two.”

“Oh you do, do you?” came a shrill voice behind them. Alexis made a mental note to run this section of the film through an audio filter. That would be annoying but couldn’t be avoided. AND maybe there was a little something else that could be done to make it even spicier.

“I think, if you stopped being a controlling bitch and let Brent make his own decisions, he’d be balls deep in my girlfriend already.”

Christin’s eyes went wide. “I am NOT a controlling bitch,” she said, hands on her hips in a vision of pure, impotent anger.

“Prove it. Tell Brent he’s free to make his own choices.”

“Of course he’s free to make his own choices!” she said, flinging her arms in the air, “Brent’s a good boy who makes good, Christian choices,” she said.

“Uhhuh…,” Alexis said in a sarcastic tone that made it entirely clear what she thought of that. “Brent… all you have to do is sign this form right here,” she said, tapping the paper, “And you can fuck little Becki over there with that big piece of meat.”

Brent looked at Alexis and then at Christin. “It’s okay if I do that babe?”

“What? No it’s not okay!” she said, “You fuck her and we’re done, Brent.”

Alexis frowned, “See… that’s just controlling him a different way,” she said.

“That’s not controlling. That’s telling him there are consequences to his actions.”

“And what about you? Are there consequences to your actions?”

“What… what do you mean?” she stammered.

“You’ve been keeping your incredibly well-endowed boyfriend,” Alexis paused to wink knowingly at Brent who blushed, “unfulfilled. And I bet you don’t even get yourself off either. So sad.”

Christin tried to stammer a defense although both of them were distracted by the pummeling Rebeccah was currently getting on the bed. Alexis’s girlfriend was now trussed up, arms behind her back and legs tied to the posts of the bed as another of the brothers fucked her ass with abandon.

“How about we make a bet,” Alexis said, walking up to Christin. “You think being a lesbian is sinful and terrible, right?”

“Of course,” she said carefully but still full of righteous certainty.

“And heterosexual sex is the best thing. Blessed by God and all that shit.”

Christin blanched at the phrasing but nodded.

“Then you should have no trouble with this challenge. You let me eat that frigid little pussy of yours while Brent fucks my girl over there. If lesbian sex is really as awful and terrible as you say it is, I definitely won’t be able to make you cum before he does, right?”

“What? That’s ridiculous,” Christin said. “Of course sinful sex can feel good. That’s the devil’s temptations at work.”

“Is it? God created sex to be a joyous blessing between man and woman. Would he really let the devil eclipse him? Sinful sex might feel good but wholesome, traditional, heterosexual, biblical sex surely feels better, right?”

“Of course!” Christin said.

“So you accept?”

Christin looked at Brent then looked at Rebeccah and then at Alexis, “Fine… but WHEN I win, you have to agree to never try to fuck Brent again. And your little slut girlfriend too.”

“And when I win?” Alexis tapped her chin theatrically as she stole a glance at Brent. He was trying so hard not to stare at Becki’s writhing body he was going to strain himself if he wasn’t careful. “When I win, I get you and Brent as my pets… forever.”

“Are you fu… are you kidding me?” Christin said. “No way!”

“Fine… that was probably too much. How about you let me fuck Brent when I want… for just a month. And you… you… hrmm… you wear this collar?” she said, pointing to a black plastic collar sitting on the table. She’d planned on using the Neuromatic 5000 collar on Becki as part of a kinky brainwashing video. That would have largely been for show. But the thought of twisting Christin’s mind against her was even better.

“This collar?” Christin said looking at it.

“Yup… just a little training collar,” Alexis said innocently.

Christin eyed it then quickly clipped it on. Alexis’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t intended for the girl to put it on now. What a fool. “I’m not afraid of your perverted sex toys,” Christin said. “I accept. Do your worst!” she proclaimed and flopped into the chair, spreading her legs wide as she closed her eyes.

Alexis smiled, “Done! Brent… sign that form,” she said. The big lug didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly signed the paper and strode forward into the sea of guys. Alexis watched as the guys parted before returning her gaze to the ice princess she was determined to unthaw. She grabbed the collar’s remote from the table and hit the switch at the same time her fingers grazed Christin’s knee. “MMmmm… you’re going to love this,” she whispered.

“No,” Christin said but the low buzz of arousal that the collar had just given her already had her scared. Of course, she had no way of knowing it came from the collar. All she knew was that the instant Alexis’s fingers touched her, her pussy began to betray her.

“We’ll see, skank,” Alexis said and flipped the skirt up. She pulled Christin’s frumpy white panties down her legs, tapping the remote again as her fingers slid along the girl’s inner thighs. Christin couldn’t help herself, she spread her legs wider and raised her ass helpfully allowing the last barrier between her virginal pussy and Alexis’s salivating mouth to be stripped away. “You should watch your boyfriend,” Alexis said. When she saw Christin open her eyes and look over, she double tapped the remote, sending a wave of pleasure through her just as her eyes saw Brent’s massive cock slide inside Becki’s eager cunt.

“Fuck me he’s big,” Christin whispered to herself.

“Biggest I’ve ever had,” Alexis said as her mouth descended on the woman’s pussy. “You’re gonna shave this for me.”

“Nnnooooo!” she protested, her scream turning into a moan as Alexis’s tongue teased her while the collar worked it’s magic. Alexis toggled the remote onto automatic so she could focus on her job. It would keep up the pulses of pleasure now, teasing her and keeping her on the edge until Alexis finished the program.

“MMmmm,” Alexis murmured into the sweet muff as the juices flooded over her face. Christin was writhing and moaning quickly, her resistance already having disintegrated under the onslaught of pleasure. In the distance, Alexis could hear the chanting of the frat guys as they urged Becki and Brent on.

“Oh fuck, Becki. Your pussy is so good!” she heard Brent exclaim. Alexis redoubled her efforts, just in case the snow queen’s denial of Brent had diminished his stamina too much.

She needn’t have worried. Christen’s whole brain was fried with the pleasure she’d always denied herself. Couple that with the technological pleasure coursing through her and she stood no chance. “Please… please…,” she started begging.

Alexis grinned to herself before pulling away, “Please what, my little fuckpet?”

Christin’s glazed eyes widened, “Noo… nooo… I don’t… nooo…,” she said.

“Want me to stop?”

Christin was silent, her eyes pleading without words. “Nooo,” she whispered.

“That collar is messing with your brain. It’s giving you pleasure but also stopping you from cumming. Want me to take it off?”

Christin’s stare was unreadable. “Pleasee….,” she managed.

“Or leave it on and let you have the orgasm your body is crying out for?”

Christin bit her lip and then quietly asked, “It… it gets… better?”

Alexis knew she had her. She nodded, a sinister grin across her face. “Surrender to me… submit to me… and I will blow your fucking mind.”

Christin looked at her then looked to the sky in quiet prayer, “Please God… give me a sign.”

Alexis hit the button, dialling up the collar to the full power. Christin screamed a primal scream and then locked eyes with her tormentor. “Do it!” she begged. “Do it, please.”

Alexis dove back in, slamming the remote to finish it’s program as her tongue flicked across the long neglected clit. Christin started cumming hard, bucking against Alexis as the smaller woman held her thighs down and apart so she could continue her decadent feast.

When she finished her orgasm, she pulled Alexis’s head away, her body still spasming uncontrollably from the aftershocks. “I… I didn’t know,” she said. Alexis looked up and realized she was staring not at Alexis but at Brent and Rebeccah. Becki. Brent was slamming into her from behind now, his fingers digging into her ass as his giant fleshy cock pumped in and out of Becki’s grateful pussy. Becki was obviously cumming in wave after wave of her own orgasm. Her legs were flailing wildly, toes pointed as her arms also whirled around, twitching as if she was receiving a million volts of electricity.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

Christin just nodded.

“God gave us sex… we should enjoy the things God gave us,” Alexis said.

“Yeah,” Christin said dreamily.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alexis corrected.

“Yes, Mistress,” Christin responded without objection. “Sorry, Mistress.”

Alexis just patted her new toy on the head. She was going to have so much fun this next month.