College Orgy

by Burgin Davey

Chapter 1 – Jessica and Andy

It was late and the last students had gone home Andy Dexter believed. He glanced across the long studio and saw the selection of large and small tables and high plastic seated stools, the art storage units and a bank of computers running down the left hand side of the room. The right side of the room was a long facade of huge windows letting in late afternoon ambiance of early summer. It had been a clear day and the distant sky line was turning a deep purple.

Andy approached one of the open windows, grabbed the handle and pulled it shut. He went along and closed the rest, approached the sink, took up a cloth and began wiping the tables down. He scrubbed hard at the acrylic paint and sighed, recalling how he had told the students to put paper down to prevent this from happening. It annoyed him, and he sensed his tiredness magnify this, fanning the flames within.

“This isn’t my job,” he muttered and threw the cloth back into the sink. He strode purposely to the door and switched the lights off. As darkness engulfed him he heard a call from further down the room and he instantly switched them back on. There was obviously someone else in the room. He turned and called “hello?”

Halfway down the room a figure sprung from the installation space, a small white room made of five boards where the students could make whatever they wished. It was Jessica, a short red head, with a tight fit body she wasn’t afraid to show off. She was one of those students who always drew attention to herself, called herself a hippy and seemed blissfully unaware that it made her sound really loose.

“You’re not locking up are you Andy?” The students called the tutors by their first names. Jessica was an Art Foundation student, post A Levels, one step before a degree and had just turned nineteen. She wore hot pants over black tights and a slim fit floral top that revealed the curve of her neat breasts.

“I was,” he said plainly, “are you nearly finished?”

“Nearly. Come and have a look, tell me what you think?”

Andy came around to the entrance of the small space and saw Jessica had stacked up a selection of random objects, bags and boxes that he knew had come from her mother’s house. It formed a mound except for a space in the middle, which appeared to be a hollow. On the floor to the right was her camera which she picked up in an instant and passed it to him.

“Hold this,” she and without losing a breath she stuck her head back into the class room to check that the coast was clear and then skipped over to the mound of objects. Without any hesitation she lifted off her top, released her bra, and slid off her denim hot pants. She stood before him for an instant and whispered, “I hope you don’t mind taking a picture of me in this,” she indicated the pile, as she skilfully pushed her fingers into the soft rim of the tights and gently glided them to the floor.

Andy was mildly stunned and lost for words. It didn’t matter as Jessica filled the void.

“I have to be naked, it’s a baring of my sole you see. I am part of this clutter.”

Her tutor simply nodded. It was all he could do. His sense of responsibility was drumming on his chest. He was in a position of carer, he was an employee of the art college, she was one of his students. Now he looked upon the young woman as she expertly let her knickers slip to the ground revealing her closely cropped bush and tight pink lips. Andy felt the fire burning within him again, it having been fanned by frustration earlier and now fuelled by lust. Yet managed to keep a calm persona and mumbled, “Of course, not a problem.”

The naked girl smiled bashfully, although he knew this to be an act and put her arms behind her back. This gesture of submission, as if her wrists had been cuffed, thrust her breasts outwards and for an instant Andy thought he saw her light nipples almost become pert but she had turned and bent forward pushing her arse in his direction.

She had incredibly soft rounded buttocks and he could make out her small shrunken anus and then it was gone as she squatted in the space, amongst the objects of her mother’s house. Jessica took the foetus position, hiding her head in her arms, the side of her body facing a now more willing photographer.

“Take a couple.” She ordered.

“Done,” he instructed her and she tried to move but struggled. Andy moved forward out of instinct and reached down to help free her from the pile, his skin on hers. Right, he thought, this is over now and she’ll get dressed and it’ll be forgotten. But she brushed past him, her breast firmly rubbing his arm to retrieve some lengths of material from a bag next to where the camera had sat. She was still naked and Andy now noted a change in her. Was there a slight perspiration on her body?

She stood before him and smiled.

“Just a few more shots,” and he raised his eye brows in protest but didn’t refuse.

The teenager sank to the floor and began to bind her ankles together.

“What are you doing?” Her tutor protested.

“Please indulge me Andy. Imagine I’m an object and should be packaged accordingly. Like a piece of meat. It’s all part of the work. These are the objects and I’m just one of them.”

She managed to rise with his help and turned around.

“Bind my hands behind my back please.” He took the material and saw it was a torn length of calico, quite tough and course. He carefully bound her wrists, looking at the top of her shapely buttocks as he did. Beginning now to smell the sweat on her back, as if the pheromones had triggered him he began to grow hard, the act of binding Jessica an immediate and unexpected turn on.

“It needs to be harder,” she said and he sensed it was getting harder.

“Okay,” He whispered.

She now instructed him, her breath slightly laboured, “Lower me to the floor and push my head into the hole, push it hard.” Andy now knew he was part of some game but couldn’t stop himself. He leant her forward and pushed her torso into the gap, her arse now rose up before him, two sweetly shaped half moons, pure and soft. Her stretched anus was there in the middle and her swollen vagina below, the lips had parted slightly as if in anticipation. Her bound hands rested in the small of her back.

“Now in that pile there is some baby oil. Pour it on me, all over me.”

She released an excited breath as Andy obeyed. He watched the clear liquid slowly creep over her naked flesh, as it was guided by her buttocks and down into her arse crease, around the curve of her cunt and along the inside of her leg. He didn’t know why he was doing this but he didn’t care, he reached forward and caught the drip as it threatened to drip from her knee.

“That’s it, rub it in, rub it all in.”

She was breathing heavily now and ever so slightly writhing especially when he pushed his fingers forcefully into her flesh. He worked the oil and came to her cunt where a mere brushing of his forefinger on the rim of her lips brought forth a warm sticky fluid, “oh yes, stick them in me.” Andy slowly moved two fingers into her warm gash.

“And my arse,” she begged, “And in my arse Andy, in my arse.”

He lifted his other hand and obliged finding entry tight and then easier as he gathered more oil from the sides of her buttocks. His middle finger sunk up to the knuckle and she let out a long sigh.        

“Now fuck me Andy, fuck me hard.”

Her tutor unzipped his trousers and fought loose his hard, throbbing penis to launch it into the bound girl’s cunt. His other hand thrusting her anus savagely with forefinger as the girl’s orgasmic eruptions rocked her body. Her body tensed as she rose to the climax and her defiler realised he too was close to ejaculating and so began to withdraw. He had no contraception and as if in response to this private thought Jessica begged him to cum in her arse and as he pushed his bulbous red head into her tight little arse hole he filled it full of his cream. It was so impassioned, so quick, their arousal instantaneous and shared, their bodies sweaty and oily, and their minds primitive machines enjoying something so basic and luscious. There was silence, stillness as they both savoured the seconds after the hit.

Then for a moment Andy panicked, standing half exposed in his classroom, even though he was out of site, and there was no one else around. Jessica laid before him, now subdued by those unexpected events. She was so beautiful, slim, subtle and pale and he had been trusted with her as if his own child. She was below him, her bonds making her wrists and angles sore. He swore.

It was now dark outside and the room felt colder, foreign. He had broken all the rules, put his job on the line and potentially his career as well. That is if he was found out. He felt sick to the soul, as if he had betrayed himself. Had he given in too easily? He realised now that he had desired this girl for a long time and he had let his professionalism override it. But some how she had known, wished for his throbbing member inside her, sensed his passion. She had known how to control him, allowing herself to be bound and tied like an animal. Had she seen something in his eyes? More than likely even if he hadn’t actually indulged in this fantasy mentally he had admired her firm body on many occasions. She had probably been well aware of this.

Andy pulled his wet cock free and looked around for something to wipe it with. A rag came to hand and he scrubbed his penis hard, the girl’s sweet smell lingering on his hands. Jessica remained motionless her now slightly red arse still bore up before him. She was waiting for him he realised and he quickly pulled up his trousers and turned her over. She was of course still bound and exposed, her midriff pushed upwards, her hands in the small of her back.

“You dirty man,” she whispered, malice in her eyes all of a sudden, making Andy frown. She’s dangerous, the thought penetrated his mind and in an instant he regretted what he had done. But amazingly she dispelled this as she continued with, “I’m not finished with you yet. Put your cock in my mouth I want to give a proper cleaning.” Strangely just those words had returned hardness to his manhood. He couldn’t remember the last time he had come twice in one day.

What a way to end a hard days teaching Andy thought. He was too occupied though to notice a figure standing at the far end of the studio in the shadows watching what was taking place.