Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 10 Proving Commitment

 

 

     Stacy ignored the throbbing pain in her breast and what felt like a gallon of pee sloshing in her belly as she kept her lips tightly formed around Mike’s cock and moved slowly down the shaft.  His was the third cock she’d ever sucked and the first two didn’t count.

     The hard part is over thought Stacy surprised she had summoned the will to drink Mike’s urine.  He’ll let me go as soon as he climaxes.

     There wasn’t much room between her head and the steering wheel limiting her range of motion.  She slipped her tongue underneath the shaft and windshield wiped her tongue across the thin ridge of skin.

     “I see you haven’t forgotten everything I taught you,” said Mike tilting his seat back.      

     I can do this thought Stacy.  I sucked him off before and I can do it again.

     “Don’t neglect my balls,” said Mike as he titled the seat back.  “Remember how to work my nuts.”

     Stacy took one of the large testicles in her mouth and held it with her lips as her tongue roamed over the hairy surface.  She pressed the side of her hand underneath his balls drawing a sigh of pleasure from the object of her oral ministrations.

     “Good, sucking cock is like riding a bicycle.  Now tell me how much you love sucking my balls,” said Mike.

     “I love having your hairy balls in my mouth, Mike,” said Stacy inhaling his male odor seeking to kick-start her lust.  Somewhere in her mind was the thought that inciting her own desire would make sex with Mike easier.  There was also the realization that the aromatic mixture of urine and male ball sweat had turned her on.  She fought the urge to slip her hand down her jeans to her pussy, afraid it would piss Mike off and her other areola would wind up in the jaws of his pliers.

     “Today, you’re lying, bitch.  But before we’re through, you’ll learn to love it,” said Mike placing his hand on the back of Stacy’s head jamming his cock in her throat forcing Stacy to breathe through her nose as she fought to control her gag reflex.  “True love is swallowing your man’s dick and not choking.”

     Portia was right realized Stacy. I was a fool to react the way I did.  I have to learn to cooperate and please him.  He came close to ripping my nipple off.  My boob’s killing me.  Mike is a psychopath and he’s become my stalker.

     “That’s right, push my cock head inside your throat then squeeze it.  Latina whores can do that from the time they’re ten,” said Mike.

       I’ll do it decided Stacy forcing an inch of Mike’s cock head into her throat opening then swallowing to press the walls of her throat around it.  To her surprise, she found she could compress the spongy head.

     “That’s right, cunt.  You’re a fast learner,” said Mike between moans.  “I bet your Mom and Aunt know how to suck a cock.  Big tits weren’t the only thing you inherited.”

     No more mouthing off reasoned Stacy.  He’s liable to kill me if I make him mad enough.  Drinking his pee and sucking his cock is better than winding up in the Charles River with a bullet in my brain or spending the rest of my life in prison.  He’s a policeman.  He can do anything he wants to me and get away with it.

    He seems to know so much about me and my family.  He may know more than I do about certain things.

    “Work my piss hole with the tip of your tongue.  If nothing else, I’ll teach you to be one hell of a cock sucker,” said Mike his hand resting on the back of Stacy’s head.

     Just as Stacy’s lust was building and her head was getting into sucking Mike’s penis, there was a loud tapping on the tinted window of the car.

    Startled, Stacy started to rise up but Mike’s hand held her in place.

    “Keep sucking, Stacy.  I got it,” said Mike

    “Lt. Cabreeze, what brings you on campus,” said a male voice from outside the car. 

     “Hello Sergeant Ebbers, I just stopped by to sample the oral skills of one of your coeds,” said Mike. 

     “And, how is the student performing,” asked Sergeant Roger Ebbers of the Harvard Campus Police?  Harvard’s location in the urban center of Cambridge required a large force of campus security.  Stacy’s dorm was located right off a busy city street.   

     “What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in raw talent and enthusiasm.  I had to reason with her before she decided to cooperate,” said Mike holding up the pliers as he used Stacy’s hair to raise her head to face the campus policeman.

     “I can see she needed persuading,” said Roger observing Stacy’s split lip and bruised face.

     “Not to worry, she’s into the rough stuff.  It takes a few smacks to get her excited,” said Mike.

     “From the smell, you must have been doing a little piss training,” said the Sergeant.

     “Yes, Stacy tell the Sergeant how much you loved draining my tank,” said Mike.

     Fearful of displeasing Mike, Stacy looked up and at the campus cop and smiled.  “It was delicious.  I love swallowing Mike’s hot piss.”

     “She’s well trained.  I’ve seen her around.  She’s a real fox,” said Roger.

     “I’m willing to share with a brother officer of the law.  Get in,” said Mike.

     “This is a wonderful example of cross jurisdictional cooperation.  I’ve watched her swish her tail around campus in tight low-slung jeans with those big boobs leading the way. She looked like she was begging for it,” said Roger getting in on the passenger side.  His hand reached forward to slip under Stacy’s shirt capturing her uninjured breast.  His fingers squeezed and twisted her nipple as he conversed with Mike.  “I’ve been dying to check these out.  They’re fucking huge.”

     My God he’s going to fuck me too realized Stacy horrified at the casual way Mike had offered her to the Sergeant.

    “Always willing to help out a fellow crime fighter,” said Mike.  “Stacy, have you met Sergeant Ebbers?”

    “No, but I’ve seen him on campus,” said Stacy between swiping her tongue across Mike’s cock.

    “Show respect to an officer of the law.  Turn around and greet the Sergeant properly,” said Mike taking hold of Stacy’s hair to lift her off his manhood.

    Stacy pushed herself upright then turned to face the young campus policeman she’d often seen standing in the entranceway to her dorm.    No words were spoken as he put his arms around her and they kissed. His tongue entered her mouth as his hand continued to work her nipple.  Helpless and afraid to do anything other than to cooperate Stacy returned his kiss slipping her tongue into the Sergeant’s mouth.

     “There’s nothing warmer than a slut’s mouth after sucking a brother officer’s dick,” said the Sergeant once the kiss ended.  “Even if it is a little homo.”

     “Seeing at how it was my cock she’d been sucking, I’d say you may have gender preference issues, Sergeant,” said Mike.

     “Shit, I like it all,” said the Sergeant before he kissed Stacy again.  “There are some fine looking young boys on campus who are queer for a man in uniform.  They practically beg me to let them suck my cock.  There’s a real cutie over in Bascomb Hall who pays me two hundred dollars ever time I fuck him in the ass.  He’s from Caracas.  His daddy is an oil billionaire,” said the Sergeant.

      “Police base pay is never enough.  Without special detail income, none of us would get by,” said Mike.

     “He’s been begging me to set up a threesome.  If you ever feel the inclination to walk the dark side of the street, give me a call and I’ll set something up.”

     “I just might do that sometime.  Stacy’s bi.  She and her roommate have been eating each other’s cunt all afternoon.   Stacy loves pussy and cock.  Right, Stacy?” said Mike.

     ”Yes, Mike, I love both,” said Stacy continuing to masturbate Mike as the Sergeant fondled her breast.

     Roger placed his hands on both Stacy’s breast and pinched her nipples.  It took all of her self control not to scream when his fingers punished the injured one.

     “Let me formally introduce you two.  Stacy Todd, meet Sergeant Roger Ebbers.  He keeps you safe in your bed while bad guys prowl the campus looking to rape and murder.”

     “Hello, Sergeant, please to meet you,” said Stacy forcing a smile.

     “You got a great pair, Stacy.  I was hoping to get my hands on them before the semester ended,” said Roger as he pulled Stacy’s nipples with a circular motion that she found stimulating.

     “Thank you, enjoy them,” said Stacy before pressing her lips against Roger’s for another deep tongue kiss.

     I’ll become a survivor repeated Stacy to herself as she embraced Roger.  I have to be patient until there is a way out of this.  If I cooperate and do what Mike says, he won’t have a reason to hurt me.

     “Get naked, Stacy.  Show Roger the complete package,” said Mike.

     In the crowded front seat, it was difficult to undress. Roger grabbed the bottom of Stacy’s tee shirt and pulled it over her head.

     “Nasty bruise,” said Roger referring to the purple splotch covering the tip of Stacy’s breast.

     “We had a slight disagreement.  It was necessary to bring Stacy around to my way of thinking,” said Mike brandishing his pliers.

      “Common household pliers are a cheap and effective tool to encourage good behavior among the student population,” said Roger.   “They’re equally effective on both sexes.   Male students inclined by alcohol or drugs to misbehave become quite respectful after you demonstrate that even after imbibing a case of beer, they can still feel the effect of having a testicle crushed.”  

      “Over the years I’ve used them to teach potential felons the errors of their ways.  Stacy here almost lost one of her gorgeous nipples,” said Mike.  

      “That would be a terrible waste.  How big,” asked Roger his hand hefting Stacy’s breast?

      “What,” asked Stacy?

      “Bra size,” said Roger.

      “34D,” said Stacy.

      “Real,” asked Roger?

      “Of course they’re real.  Don’t you know how to tell a real tit from a fake?” said Mike fondling the other breast.  “Those babies are genuine grown from the cradle tits.”

      “Half the coeds at Harvard got fake boobs.  34D is pretty damn big for real knockers,” said Roger.

      “Her Mom, Doreen, has a big rack. She’s a double D.  Doesn’t she, Stacy?” said Mike.

      “Mom’s huge and so is her sister. I take after them,” said Stacy unsnapping her jeans surprised Mike knew about her mother’s boobs and first name.

      “Nature versus nurture,” said Mike.

     “Huh, what does that mean,” asked Roger unzipping his uniform trousers and taking his cock out.  He casually began stroking it as he watched Stacy struggle to remove her jeans in the cramped space.

     “Surprised a Harvard man is not familiar with the nature versus nurture controversy.  For decades, there has been debate over what is more important in making us what we ultimately become.  Is it nature?  For example, Stacy’s genes, inherited from her Mom’s family, have given her big tits while other less genetically favored girls have nurtured their boobs by having implants.  Get it?” said Mike.

      “I prefer nature,” said Roger running his tongue over Stacy’s boob.  “They feel more natural.”

      “Of course, the way the girls today shave their cunt looks unnatural,” said Mike placing his hand on Stacy’s hairless mound.  Its wetness surprised and pleased him.

      “That’s an improvement over nature.  Eating bald pussy is better than munching a full bush,” said Roger adding his hand to the space between Stacy’s legs.  “Don’t like hair in my teeth.  Half the male students are shaving their cock.  I’ve been thinking about shaving mine.  What do you think, Stacy?  Do you prefer shaved cocks?”

      “Honestly, I’ve never thought about it,” said Stacy recalling that the two men in her video both had shaved cocks.

     “Maybe, I’ll let Stacy shave my cock and balls the next time we fuck,” said Mike reaching between her legs.  “Feel how tight her pussy is, Sergeant.”

      I’m just a piece of meat to them thought Stacy moaning as two sets of fingers explored her sex.

      “She’s tight and wet,” said Roger, his forefinger pressing deep into her vagina.  “You fucked her before?”

     “Yes, once, she’s an animal when she let’s loose, a born slut with hunger for dick you have to experience to believe,” said Mike.  “Stacy, loves cock, don’t you, Stacy?”

     “Yes, Mike, I love cock.  I love it a lot and I can never get enough of it,” said an anxious to please Stacy reaching for both cocks to begin a slow stroking.                

      “Scoot over, Roger.  Let’s see if Stacy’s inherited the gene for sucking two cocks at once,” said Mike.  “I bet Mother Doreen can take two dicks in her mouth.”

      Moments later, Stacy was crouched on the floor of the Crown Vic.  Mike and Roger were seated side-by-side smoking a joint Roger had provided.  Occasionally, they offered Stacy a toke she gladly took if for no other reason to remain calm.  One hand stroked the cock she didn’t have in her mouth. On their command, she frequently moved her mouth from cock to cock.  The two policeman talked shop as Stacy did her best to satisfy them.

     “You must get a lot of young fresh pussy in your job,” asked Mike?

     “Not as much as you would think.  Most of these Harvard bitches think they’re too good to speak to, let alone fuck campus security.  Stacy here has passed me a dozen times without speaking,” said Roger.

     “Well she knows you exist now. At least her mouth does,” said Mike.

     “Right, but this is an exception to the general rule.”

     “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. You get your share,” said Mike.

     “To tell the truth I have been known to take advantage of the occasional coed who comes staggering back to the dorm too drunk to find her room.  Corporal Woods and I happened upon such a fortitudinous situation this past week end,” said Roger.

     “Tell us about it.  Stacy needs to be aware of sexual predators lurking about the campus,” said Mike.

     “Corporal Woods, Avery, he’s black and always horny.  We were walking rounds in Maxwell-Simpson Hall, one of the B-school dorms.  It was about two in the AM,” said Roger.

      “I’ve seen Avery around, big fellow,” said Mike.

      “Six four, two thirty, ripped, bastard must live at the gym.  We hear a moaning coming from the second floor Ladies Room. We go in to check it out, Little Asian girl in a stall hugging the commode puking her guts out.  When I say little, I mean little.  If she tipped the scale at anything over a hundred, I’d be surprised.”

      “My dad was in Vietnam.  He claimed flat nose pussy was the best on the planet,” said Mike.  “According to Daddy, pussy was the real reason we fought so long and hard to keep the God forsaken shithole.”

     “Your dad must be right.  Avery’s got a thing for Asians.  This cunt was really out of it.  When we asked if she’s all right, she gives us this look that says I’ve been doing serious drugs and booze and I am totally fucked.  Bitch’s pupils were big as saucers.  Tried to talk but couldn’t get the words out.  Then she passes out right there on the tiles.  Bang, she lands head first, chips a tooth and busts her nose, out cold.”

      “Kids today don’t know how to control their use of drugs and alcohol.  Both are all right if used in moderation.  You getting all the cock you need, Stacy?” said Mike.

     “Yes, more than enough.  This is great,” said Stacy looking up from Roger’s penis. Even in the limited light, they could see her cheeks glistening with saliva.

     “You enjoying Roger’s story,” asked Mike?

     “Yes, it’s very interesting,” said Stacy.  “Am I doing all right?”

     “You’re doing fine.  Keep sucking and you’ll get your reward,” said Mike.  “So what happened, Roger?”

     “We cleaned the blood and puke off her face then Avery picked her up, threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her down the hall to the janitor’s supply closet.  It was locked but my master key opened it.”

      “So you had a little privacy,” said Mike.

      “Didn’t want to be walked in on while we’re doing the nasty.  They might mistakenly think we were taking unfair advantage of her.  We peeled her clothes off.  Fucking jeans were so tight you would have thought she painted them on.  Jism was already leaking out of her cunt so it wasn’t like we were doing anything to her that hadn’t been done already,” said Roger.  “Probably was over on Dunster Street letting guys fuck her in a Ladies Room stall.”

     “There’s nothing wrong with sloppy seconds, is there Stacy?” asked Mike?

     Stacy took Roger’s cock out of her mouth to answer.  “Not at all, it just means someone else has gone to the trouble to get her hot and wet for you.”

     “Good answer, Stacy, I figured you for a fast learner,” said Mike.  “Continue, Roger.”

      “She was a pretty little thing, delicate hands and feet, like a doll.  Her boobs were real small, nothing compared to Stacy’s here.  I’d guess AA at most.  She had those real dark nipples Asian girls have and this patch of pubic hair that was maybe two inches across,” said Roger.

      “Was she awake,” asked Mike?

      “Not really, kept moaning in some foreign language.  Avery thought it was Korean but who the fuck knows.  I’d gone first last time so Avery went first with the Korean.”

      “Quite a size difference,” said Mike turning so his cock was beside Roger’s.  “I hope you don’t mind if she sucks both dicks at once.”

     Stacy took the hint.  She pressed their penises together then opened her mouth to take the tip of both cocks in her mouth.

     “Nope, I’m versatile,” said Roger.  “Where was I?”

     “Avery was about to lay a large piece of pipe in a narrow ditch,” said Mike.

    “Yeah, it was awesome watching him work his eight inches in her half inch hole,” said Roger forming a small circle with his thumb and forefinger to illustrate the difficulty his fellow officer faced.  “I would have bet it wouldn’t fit.  It took spit and some serious force before it slipped inside.  It must have hurt because she started moaning and making a ruckus so we stuffed her panty in her mouth.  That shut her up.”

     “Sticking their dirty drawers in their mouth is traditional,” said Mike.

     “We bent her double.  I held her feet down by her ears. The situation got Avery turned on.  He fucked the shit out of her.  I got worried he was going to break her back, two hundred and thirty pounds of hard muscle slamming her against the floor.  It must have bruised the shit out of her.  You could tell by the way she was whimpering and struggling, she was getting more dick than she could handle,” said the Sergeant.

     “There are times I prefer rape to fucking a willing slut like Stacy here.  It’s more macho,” said Mike.

     “I went next after Avery.  After I dropped my load we smoked a joint then decided to try her back door.  This time I got in first and lord was she tight.  Anyway, Kimberly Ichuro, that was the name on her student ID, was moaning and whimpering which made it a hell of a lot better fuck than it would have been otherwise.  If she’d been conscious, she’d been screaming her head off.”

      “Stacy likes it in the ass, don’t you Stacy?” said Mike.

     “Yes, it’s great,” said Stacy recalling her lone experience with anal intercourse was captured on DVD and she did not remember whether it was good or not.  In the DVD, she had appeared to be enjoying it when the two men had taken her anally.  She also recalled her sphincter was sore the next day.

      “Avery and I’ll have to drop by your dorm room some evening,” said Roger.

      “You and Portia would like that wouldn’t you, Stacy?” said Mike.

      “Yes, come anytime,” said Stacy.

     “Your Goth roommate’s a hot piece too.  Half the guys on campus have boned that little slut.”

      “Portia never gets enough dick or pussy.  She’s got these two slacker friends she’s been fucking behind a trash compactor in an alley behind Dunster Street.  So finish your story,” said Mike.

      “After a short break, we popped her again.  This time we did both holes at the same time.  I could feel Avery’s cock in her ass rubbing alongside mine in her pussy.  All the while, she’s making these little mewling sounds like a sick cat.  After we’d each blown three loads in her, we carried her to her dorm room and dumped her on the bed.  I kept these as a souvenir,” said Roger reaching into his shirt pocket to extract a couple of objects.

     “What you got?” asked Mike unable to see clearly in the dim light.

     “Piece of her tooth she broke off on the bathroom floor and a Polaroid of the inside of her asshole.  It wouldn’t close up after we’d ass fucked her,” said Roger holding up a small Ziploc bag containing a shard of an incisor and the picture.

     “She will need to wear a diaper for a month.  You animals stretched out her butt ring,” said Mike looking at the photo then showing it to Stacy.

      “Since her butt was open and we both needed to take a whiz, we left her a souvenir,” said the Sergeant.

     “Was it what I think it was?” asked Mike.

     “Yes, we stood her in her shoulders and peed down her hole until we reached the full mark.  Then we wedged a cleaning rag in her butt as a stopper,” said the Sergeant.

     Bet she had an exciting start to her day,” said Mike. “Your story got me all worked up.  I’m almost ready to give Stacy’s tonsils a come bath.  Suck hard, sweetheart. Daddy’s going to give you your reward,” said Mike.

     Stacy applied herself to getting Mike off.  Her jaw was tired and her breast throbbed with pain but she was driven by fear to perform as best as she could 

     “Here it comes, baby,” said Mike.  “Give me a big finish.”

     Stacy experienced the sensation of a warm salty fluid spurting first on her tongue then the back of her throat.

     “Oh that’s good, swallow it bitch,” said Mike both hands embedded in Stacy’s hair holding her tight as his cock jerked and spurted in her mouth.

     “You’re next, Roger,” said Mike once he was finished.

     Moments later, Stacy found herself swallowing a second batch of semen.

     “Want to go get a beer?  I’m buying,” said Roger zipping his trousers.

     An exhausted Stacy had collapsed in a heap on the cramped floor.

     “Yeah, I’m a little thirsty.  Throw the tramp out, Roger,” said Mike.

     “Let me get dressed first,” said Stacy reaching for her clothes lying under her on the floor of the car.

     “Dress on the sidewalk. We got to go,” said Mike.

     Stacy was able to grab her jeans and shirt before Roger opened the car door and shoved her out on the pavement. Stacy was left standing naked clutching her clothes as the Crown Vic sped away.

     The sound of laughter caused her to turn and face a group of students walking toward her dorm.

     “That’s Stacy Todd,” said one of the girls in her dorm.

     “Out for an evening stroll? You’re dressed a little light for the weather,” said one of the boys.

     “Those are a nice set of knockers,” said another male reaching out to grope Stacy’s boob. She swatted his hand away.

     “Jesus, Stacy, you need to control yourself,” said Althea, one of the coeds who lived right down the hall.

     “Shit, it’s too dark for my phone camera,” said a boy holding his cell phone toward Stacy.

     Stacy threw on her shirt and jeans.  She quickly walked barefoot toward the entrance to her dorm ignoring the rest of the crowd’s remarks. 

     “God, what happened,” asked Portia as soon as Stacy came through the door crying?

     “Oh Portia, it was awful,” said Stacy throwing herself in Portia’s arm.  Portia held Stacy comforting her.          

     “I got punched, slapped, and he used pliers to hurt my breast,” said Stacy as she lifted her tee shirt to show Portia the marks.  “He made me drink his pee.”

     “The Goddamn motherfucker,” said Portia leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on the rectangular red mark.  “I’ll get some ointment.  Why did he do that?  They’re so beautiful.”

     “I pissed him off.  I got mad and slapped him then he beat the shit out of me.  I almost went out of my mind with pain when he grabbed my breast with the pliers.”

      “Cops have been using pliers as persuaders since forever.  Why did you get mad?”

     “He tricked me into putting my fingerprints on heroin he had in his glove box?  I’m so fucking stupid.”

     “He had heroin with him,” asked a surprised Portia?

     “He said it was a kilogram of China White,” said Stacy.

     “That’s serious shit,” said Portia.

      “He knows everything about me.  He threatened to send copies of Stacy Does Cambridge to my relatives and my parent’s friends and people they work with.  There must have been fifty addresses on the list he showed me.”

    “What does he want from you,” asked Portia?

     “Me, pussy, sex, you were right.  He’s a crazy psycho motherfucker.  Friday night, I have to go the same place he took me before.  He’s having a poker party.  I have to dress like a whore,” said Stacy.

     “And you’re going to get poked.  Sorry, that wasn’t very funny,” said Portia.

     “Yes, it was,” said Stacy laughing through her tears.

     “What happened to your shoes,” asked Portia?

     “I left them on the floor of his car.  After I blew him and this campus cop, they threw me naked out of the car.  I didn’t have time to grab them.  Althea and some friends were walking by.  They saw me standing on the sidewalk without a stitch.  I was never so embarrassed in my life.  Thank God it was too dark for their cell phone cameras,” said Stacy.

      “Campus cop, how did he get involved,” asked Portia?

      “He happened by and tapped on the car window, Sergeant Roger something.  They knew each other.”

      “Ebbers, Sergeant Roger Ebbers, he works nights.  You had to blow him too?”

      “Yes, Mike offered me to him like I was his property.  He said I had to show I was committed,” said Stacia.

      “Wow, this is getting ugly,” said Portia.

      “Yes, Roger said he and his partner, Avery, who is supposedly black and huge, might pay us a visit one night.”

     “I know Avery.  We’ll face that when and if it happens,” said Portia feeling excitement at the prospect of having sex with the tall black security guard.

      “I’m sorry but I’ve gotten you involved.  Mike even knew about you screwing Monk and Les in the alley behind Dunster Street.”

      “Shit, one of the rats ratted me out,” said Portia recalling how rats frequently ran over her feet when she was leaning over letting the two fuck her.  “Never trust a rodent to keep their word.”

     “There’s more.  He said if I didn’t cooperate, he’d plant drugs in our room and arrest both of us as dealers. We’d go to prison forever.  I’m so sorry, Portia.  You should get a new roommate.”

     “It’s not your fault.  We’re in this together now and I intend to see it through to the end,” said Portia embracing Stacy.

      “He knows we had been having sex. He called me a dyke.”

      “We have a lot to think about but first let’s get you into the shower,” said Portia.

      “I want to brush my teeth first,” said Stacy.