Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 6 Portia

   

 

     “Stacy, shit, I’m sorry. I thought you’d gone home for the weekend,” cried Portia when Stacy walked in the dorm room the two girls shared.  Stacy frequently drove home to Weston Friday nights not returning until Sunday evening.  In the dim light allowed by drawn shades, Stacy could see Portia had male company.

     In a residence hall where arguments between roommates were an everyday occurrence Stacy and Portia had gotten along in spite of or maybe because they had little in common.  They’d remained on good terms since the semester began.  In most ways, they were opposites.

     “Stacy’s a WASP princess and I’m a Goth peasant.  She’s rich.  I’m poor.  She’s tall, gorgeous, tanned, and blonde with a big rack.  I’m average height, okay looking, sickly white, and a mousy brunette with an average rack.  She’s a good girl. I’m a total slut.” was how Portia summed it up. 

     Their backgrounds were equally dissimilar.  Portia’s parents were elementary school teachers in Trenton, New Jersey.  Income from Harvard’s monumental endowment paid all her tuition.  She’d scored a perfect fourteen hundred on her SATs.  Her genius IQ and encyclopedic knowledge alone would not have gotten her into Harvard.  However, Portia’s skill at the piano had won several competitions for young performers and the Boston Sympathy had recently played one of her compositions in their summer program.

      Portia made pocket money playing for rehearsals and occasionally sitting in on keyboard for a missing band member.  The two girls did not hang out together.  Stacy occasionally caught a glimpse of glimpse of Portia playing different instruments with her Goth friends at the Harvard Square subway entrance.

     Dorm life had evolved an unwritten rule no boys would stay overnight if the other roommate was present.  Sex with the dorm mate nearby was considered rude and bad form. 

     Both girls were sophomores whose rooming together was brought about by the random workings of the school’s housing computer.  Stacy’s freshman roommate and best friend, Adele, a girl she had known from grade school, had dropped out after her freshman year.  She currently lived in an ashram outside Mumbai where she serviced her yoga master daily when she wasn’t busy selling herself in the streets to earn money for him.

     When Stacy walked into the room, Portia was lying between the legs of one male student sucking his cock while another was energetically taking her from behind. The boy’s cock pummeling Portia’s rear reminded Stacy her own orifices were sore and raw.  The sounds and smells of raw sex filled the small room.

       “Something happened, I stayed with a friend,” said Stacy unsure of what to say.

       “I’ll tell them to leave, Monk, Les, you have to go,” said Portia gasping for breath, her hand still clutching the fully erect cock that seconds ago was lodged in the entrance to her throat.  Portia had a taste for being manhandled and throat fucked.  If the light had been better, the hand prints on her flanks would have been visible.

       “Shit, Portia, you said we could shag all afternoon. We’re tired of fucking you behind the dumpster,” said the boy underneath Portia straining to look in Stacy’s direction.  Stacy recognized him as one of Portia’s Goth musician friends, Les.  They’d been briefly introduced.  His head was shaved except for a narrow spiked stripe of green hair traversing the center of his scalp.  He was pierced to the point of hideousness and heavily tattooed. The other student riding Port’s ass was called Monk. His bodily adornment was similar to Les’s, spiked hair, multiple piercing, and skin art it would take several minutes to properly view.  Portia also had a Goth’s share of tattoos and body piercing including a dual row of rings in her labia major.

     But what really caught Stacy’s attention in spite of her mental and emotional exhaustion was the piercing of Les’s cock that at the moment was resting in Portia’s hand.  A row of barbells was evenly spaced crosswise along the bottom of his scrotum piercing the ridge of skin.  The effect was to both decorate and tighten his ball sack.  Even more attention getting was the large curved barbell piercing his cock head from the top emerging through his piss hole.

     Ouch thought Stacy wondering what kind of anesthetic was used during the insertion of the barbell.  Stacy watched as Portia tongued the metal balls on each end of the curved bar.  A clicking sound emerged from her mouth, as her pair of tongue studs came in contact with the other student’s hardware.

     Her curiosity as to whether Monk was similarly pierced was answered when Monk’s cock by intent or mistake slid onto the top of Portia’s tattooed rear revealing a similar adornment.  From somewhere, Stacy recalled having your cock pierced in that fashion was referred to as a Prince Albert.  She had no idea why.  She also wondered how it would feel to have a Prince Albert cock inside her vagina.  Since Portia was neither screaming nor bleeding it was obviously doable.  And from the look of extreme pleasure on Portia’s face as Monk slipped his cock back in her pussy, it must increase the sensation of intercourse.

     The two boys looked expectedly at Stacia, hoping she would decide to join them. 

     “No, it’s all right. They can stay.  Just keep it down.  I need to sleep.  I’m exhausted,” said Stacy wondering how anybody could find the courage to have their sexual organs pierced.  Stacy had a strong aversion to pain of any kind.  That prompted Stacy to recall Portia had several rings through her labia and a small half ring in the hood over her clitoris. Rings pierced her nipples and there was a labret in her lip in addition to the stud in her tongue.  Stacy’s parents had strictly forbidden her tattoos or piercing other than her ear lobes.

     “Been fucking all night, huh, Stacy,” asked Monk holding his cock up for Stacy to see?

     “Yes, I think so,” said Stacy wearily bring a surprised look to Portia’s face.  “I need to shower.”

     Stacy unconsciously set aside her normal modesty slipping out of her shirts and jeans.  The fact Monk and Les were watching didn’t seem to matter.  Portia was surprised Stacy wasn’t wearing underwear and hadn’t gone into the bathroom to undress.

      “Join us, Stacy.  We got enough dick for the two of you,” said Monk his hands firmly gripping Portia’s hips pulling her onto his member.

       “You two leave Stacy alone or I’ll kick your butts out of here,” said Portia.  “My God, Stacy, what’s that written on your ass?”

       “Huh, what is it?” said Stacy twisting around to look.  She could see there was writing on her behind but she could not make out the words.  Stacy walked over to Portia’s bed and turned around.

     “Whore, Slut, and Anal Queen, printed in felt tip.  Someone drew a bulls eye around your asshole,” read Portia.  “Did you pass out at a party?”

     “Something like that,” said Stacy straining to twist around and see.

     “Too much Ecstasy,” said Monk putting his hand on Stacy’s bottom.  “Whoever did it, sure printed neat.  You got a nice ass, just made for fucking.”

     “I don’t remember anything about it,” said Stacy surprising herself by allowing Monk’s hand to stay.  “I woke up in my car.  Someone stole my underwear.”

     “Probably pulled a train, that’s what happens to a girl who does too much E at a party.  Were you thirsty as hell when you woke up?” asked Les reaching out to feel Stacy’s sex.  Les’s fingers gently touched her clit then moved down to her opening.

     “Ouch, my pussy’s sore.  Yes, I was thirsty,” said Stacy feeling tenderness at the opening to her vagina.  That was when Stacy realized someone had shaved off the small patch of hair that covered her sex.

     “They shaved my pussy,” said Stacy starting to cry as she sat down on the bed beside the three.  Les and Monk took advantage of her proximity to feel Stacy’s large breasts.

     “Hands off her, assholes.  Can’t you see she’s hurting,” said Portia slapping Les and Monk’s hands away.

     “I’ll be all right after a hot shower and some sleep,” said Stacy standing up then walking toward the bathroom.

     “Maybe you should go to the clinic and get checked for STDs,” said Portia as Stacy walked away.

     “I need rest first,” said Stacy disappearing into the bathroom.  “I feel like a zombie.”

     “Weird, huh,” said Monk still maintaining his rhythmic pounding into Portia’s vagina after Stacy disappeared into the bathroom.

     “Beyond weird, I hope she’s all right,” said Portia.  “That wasn’t the Stacy Todd I know.”

     “Surprised you care.  I thought you said the two of you weren’t friends,” said Monk.

     “Yeah, you call her the rich bitch all the time.  She’s a snob all right but a snob with a terrific set of tits,” said Les.  “I wonder if they’re real.”

     “We don’t have anything in common.  We’re not friends. We’re roommates.  But we get along.  She’s not a bad person.  She can’t help being rich.  Now are we here to fuck or discuss my roommate’s tits,” said Portia leaning down to deliver a passionate kiss to Les’s cockhead.

     “I’m here to screw your whore’s ass.  Take this, slut,” said Monk taking a firmer grip on Portia’s flanks and pounding her hard for five quick deep strokes as he delivered an open palm that left a red handprint on Portia’s rear.

     “Yeah, that’s it. Slam my pussy hard, slam it,” said Portia pushing back to increase the force of the collision.

     “But it would have been nice if Stacy had been willing to make it a four way,” said Les in the more relaxed position of getting his cock sucked.

      “Honestly, I about shit when she undressed in front of you too. Miss Modesty usually undresses in the bathroom.  I haven’t seen her naked but once or twice.  When she walked over here and let you two feel her up, I almost lost it.  WASPs normally only allow other WASPS to touch their pussy.  The drugs must not have worn off,” said Portia before returning to sucking Les’s cock.

       “She’s lucky if all they did was screw her and write on her ass.  Did you hear what happened to Marsha Hemmings?” said Monk.

      “No, who the fuck is Marsha Hemmings,” asked Portia circling Monk’s cock head with her tongue?

      “B school grad student, she passed out at a house party a week ago.  Her former best friend, Chloe Milton, had a hardon for Marsha something about screwing her fiancé while Chloe was home for her father’s funeral,” said Monk.

     “Marsha had no idea Chloe had found out,’ said Les.  “So it was one big fucking surprise.”

     “Chloe doped her with Ecstasy and Rohypnol.  When Marsha passed out she stripped her naked for all assembled, and that was upwards of fifty, to see and touch.  Talked most of the guys and several of the girls into doing her for the video camera,” said Monk.

     “Has Stacy been screwing around with anybody’s boy friend,” asked Les?

     “I don’t keep track of her but I don’t think she’s had a date since school started.  I think she’s asexual.  She’s real intent on her grades and going to the Olympics,” said Portia.

      “Oh yeah, the skeet thing,” said Les.  “Tell Portia what else happened to Marsha.”

      “Chloe takes a barber shears, cuts all her hair off then shaves the dumb cunt’s head bald as a cue ball.  Now this is where it gets totally bizarre.  Chloe had this other girl friend whose boy friend owns a tattoo parlor.  The boy friend brings his fellow skin artists to the party and they ink the word, Whore, around her bare scalp like a border, using large block letters so it was easy to read.  Then they tat a pussy right down the center of her skull,” said Monk.

     “And it was way cool too, a big hairy nasty looking snatch.  You could see the clit, the lips, and the hole was open and there was jism leaking out,” said Les.  “It was fucking awesome.”

     “Chloe must have been seriously pissed,” said Portia trying to picture the image of a vagina tattooed on a bare cranium.

     “She was.  She told everyone it was because she was away at her dad’s funeral when Marsha screwed her intended.  She felt betrayed,” said Les.

     “And to make sure everyone knows about it, she whips out a digital camera and takes images of bald Marsha sucking cock, eating pussy, and being triple penetrated.  She loaded them on one of the B school servers and had another friend do the same on one of MIT’s big servers. Then she emailed the entire class the download addresses. Half the B-school had downloaded a copy before the dean had them removed,” said Monk.

     “Do you have a copy,” asked Portia?

     “Of course, poor Marsha’s telling everyone she’s going to have to move to Tibet and become a Buddhist nun,” said Monk.

     “I’ve got the image files on my hard drive,” said Les.

     “Email them to me,” said Portia.

      “I heard Chloe for a finale stuck a cucumber way up Marsha’s ass. When she woke, she had a horrible pain in her gut. They removed it at the ER,” said Les.  “Kyle, this guy who’s an orderly tells me students are always showing up with crazy things stuck in her butt.”

     “Yeah, I forgot that part.  Ever stuck a vegetable in your cunt, Portia?” asked Monk.

     “Carrots, I did some carrots when I was in high school. And once I let my boy friend fuck my pussy with a cucumber but nothing in my ass.  I hope nothing bad happened to Stacy,” said Portia.

     “The only thing they shaved is her snatch,” said Les.  “She looks okay.”

     “I hope she learned her lesson about being careful who she parties with,” said Portia.

 

***

    

     I feel much better decided Stacy as she slipped under the cover.  The last thing I remember was Mike and I sitting on the bed drinking wine.  We’d done it three times.  It was almost midnight.  I was hoping we could curl up and go to sleep then wake up in the morning and screw some more.  I was telling him about Harvard and how I didn’t want to become a doctor like my parents.   I really opened up to the bastard.  I can’t believe I was such an idiot.  There must have been something in the wine.  Maybe like Monk said it was Ecstasy or Rohypnol, the date rape drug.  I remember him reaching out and taking my wine glass.  Next I was lying there on the bed and I couldn’t move.  Mike left me there.  After that, I can’t remember a thing.

     But why did he drug me?  It’s not like I was saying no to him.  I did everything he asked.  I might even have said yes to anal even though I’ve heard it hurts like hell the first time.  I felt so grateful to him for not arresting me.  And frankly, the sex was terrific.  My experiences with Justin on his dad’s yacht were so shity I’d given up on sex.  But Mike really got me turned on.  He made me cum when he ate my pussy.  I thought I was losing my mind it was so intense.  That part was wonderful.  Why did he have to turn out to be a jerk?  If he’d asked me out, I’d have gone, married or not.

     Across the room, Portia and her bedmates were lying quietly sharing a joint.  The aroma of marijuana drifted across the room putting Stacy to sleep.

 

***

   

     Portia’s loud animal grunts brought Stacy awake.  A glance at the clock showed she’d been out for four hours. 

      My God they’re still fucking realized Stacy peering across the darkened room.  Night had fallen and only moonlight filtered past the drapes.  It took a minute for Stacy’s eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness

      Stacy’s sleep had not been entirely restful.  It was filled with dreams where she was covered in naked bodies.  She was hot and perspiring, writhing in a tangle of moist flesh.  She experienced violent orgasms that left her breathless and exhausted.   Those were interludes between repeated body contacts with different men and more shocking to Stacy, another woman, a very pretty red headed woman whose breasts were as large as Stacy’s.  In one of the dreams, Stacy’s was performing oral sex on the woman.  In another, Stacy was under the woman licking her clit while a large ebony cock glided back and forth into the woman’s vagina.  Later, the red head’s tongue was furiously stimulating Stacy’s sex while a long black cock was buried deep in her rectum.

     Once Stacy’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see Portia on the floor beside her bed bent double in a shoulder stand.  One thing Portia and Stacy had in common was yoga.  Although they had never practiced together, Stacy frequently saw Portia carrying her yoga mat to the free classes held at the student center.  Stacy practiced at an exclusive health club near campus.

     I guess inverted plow pose is good for something besides inverting your body, reversing your blood flow, and stretching your spine thought Stacy.  Portia’s weight was resting on her upper back and shoulder blades.  She was vertical.  Her legs were bent to the point her knees were touching her ears.  Monk and Les were standing straddling her facing each other in a crouch.  They were fucking downward into Portia’s cunt and butt at the same time

     “Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass,” whispered Portia from her side of the room.  Stacy could see Portia had managed to place one hand on her clit and was massaging it furiously.

     Stacy’s lust unexpectedly stirred as she watched the threesome.  Her hand drifted down to her sex.  In spite of a slight twinge she felt when she touched her tender flesh; she licked her fingers then placed them along each side of her clit caressing the sensitive nodule of flesh.  Her forked fingers began a slow gentle stroking of her clitoris.  She squeezed her clit when it reached the webbing between her fingers turning her hand slightly to stretch the nubbin of nerve dense tissue.

     Stacy wondered what it would be like to have a pierced cock inside her vagina.  Would it feel that different? Would it be painful?  They’re fucking Portia’s asshole too.  From the noises she’s making, she must like it.   The thought of getting up and joining the three crossed her mind.  My God what’s come over me thought Stacy.  I’m not that kind of person.  Besides, Portia might be upset if I horned in on her and her friends.  We’ve never even shared a cup of coffee and we’ve been living together since September.  Still, it would be nice to be that uninhibited and able to enjoy all kinds of sex without feeling guilty.  I’m such a ninny.

     As far as the sex went last night I did all right. Mike seemed pleased with me.  God what am I thinking?  The bastard blackmails me into having sex with him and then drugs me for more sex with God knows whom.  And I’m laying here playing with my pussy thinking about it.  However, as lousy as things turned out, it was still better than going to jail.  That would have been the end of everything I’ve worked for.  Someone must have put that perfume in my shopping bag.  I certainly didn’t. 

     Stacy laid there in the dark masturbating as she listened and watched.  Portia’s moans of pleasure and the grunts of the two boys filled the room as the three engaged in intercourse.  Stacy climaxed quietly when the threesome across the room finished.  Relaxed by her orgasm, Stacy turned to the wall and fell back asleep.