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It all started out so innocently, as innocently as most things start out I had always had an itch, a little tiny scratch that was content and never ending, yet I knew not what it was, just that it was there --- whatever it was. I did not know how all encompassing it would become though. Back then, you see, I was an ordinary young man, prime in my youth and my mind so filled with ideas that I couldn’t help but act upon impulse. But I should remind you, you give an inch to temptation and it’s going to want your entire soul. Such consumption, acts I never thought myself capable of – but now, now I couldn’t imagine not acting the way I did, and have been. The story begins long ago when I was in high school, a simple yet prestigious boarding school called Kelly’s College. It was by design co-ed and that made all the difference in the world.
In that place, our minds were young and still susceptible to the perversions that were closely guarded and banished by the faculty of the school, which maintained such ridged discipline and ethics; it did us no good. In fact, they were just pouring fuel upon the fire of childish indiscretion and desire, sins of the flesh. It took a simple act of a friend of mine, Dave, a tall lanky African American with hands bigger than my face and a deep voice that disguised his age exceptionally, to bring me awareness to something so sorted, so despicable by contemporary morality, a longing that I had yet not understood, longing that I only dabbled in by pranks of the most sinister kind. It was he, Dave, who brought me to label what I sought after, and once I snatched upon that which my heart desired, I never let go. Curious, I explored these emotions, introducing them to my cohorts with twisted delight. One might say I corrupted my constituents in ways not even life nor age could produce.
As I was saying – it was innocent. Innocent as innocent could be for what we were doing, but Dave opened the gate and all hell poured freely with wanton delight. Back then in Kelly College, there was a female by the name of Rebeca “Becky” Diaz. Becky was kind, a heart of gold, if ever she let on her true nature, but so secluded, shy ,and silent, not many knew that fact. I didn’t, but nor did I care and it didn’t change that it was not just her personality, it was her soul. She was gentle, meek perhaps might be the best word, with hope and strength that excelled beyond her age. Though quiet and reserved, she was the paradigm of her race, Spanish, straight from Mexico and thus while being meek she was still a spitfire, had a spirit, a spirit which I just had to have. I had labeled my thirst – caging innocence with a dash of breaking it.
As I said, all was innocent. The original plan for our Mexican friend, Becky, was to embarrass her, just slightly. She swam at night, a little fact that trickled down the grapevine to my ear – and all the knowledge I possess I exploit to the best of my ability – to my own ends and gains. When no one was around, late at night, she swam, practiced, after all, she wasn’t just a somebody, she was one of THE somebodies of the school. Straight A’s, and a model athlete who excelled in swimming. The coach was all too pleased to allow her access to the schools pool facilities. We hatched a plan, or rather I did. I pulled the strings and my friends did the rest. After swimming, Becky went to shower the chlorine off her glorious, gorgeous, graceful Mexican body – at which time Dave was send in like an assassin to retrieve her clothing --- forcing her to run as stealthfully as possible back to her dorm room, in her one piece swimsuit, deep in the middle of Eden house, a place reserved for all the females from ages 11-18. It was good for a chuckle or twenty.
Dave, having known me for so long, had acquired a little of my talents, one of them was to become an opportunist, capitalizing upon any given situation. I give him too much credit though for he too admitted after the fact that he had no idea why he did what he did but my best guess was that his hormones demanded and controlled his actions --- which was only natural especially given the stern and strict regulations of Kelly College.
As Becky sang carefree in the shower, Dave snatched her clothing but as stated, he went above and beyond the call of duty and snatched her swimming suit as well, on impulse I surmise. Waiting around the corner of a long and vast hallway, he chattered, quiet and hushed given the very fact of us being out of our dorms was punishable by the administration, explaining to us with a tinge of guilt but passionate excitement that he obtained her clothing along with her bathing suit. He produced the clothing as we all looked upon it with mere wonderment. Naturally, me being ever adaptable, realized a flaw in his plan, a plan which he spoke of, hoping that now that she had nothing to wear, she’d run naked back to her dorm, I voiced my concerns that she might indeed have a towel but as quickly as I spoke, his narrow face grinned knowingly before he tossed a few towels he had stuffed in his backpack. She truly had nothing to wear.
Like predators, we waited. Chris and Alex, both friends themselves who came to my little league of pranksters together, chatted here and there but hushed when they realized that the excitement was getting the better of them. We all wanted to see, there was no mistaking that. Dave reminisced about how heartpounding it was to sneak into the females locker room, a forbidden place, at night, a forbidden time, and stole all he could – including but not limited to Becky’s backpack, which was as forbidden as it got. Somehow it all felt right, he recounted her lush form to the best of his limited linguistic skills. I found it to be useless though, he was giving us the imagination of what he saw when all I cared for was to see the real deal for myself.
It took hours. We all knew what she was thinking, given the current predicament she found herself in, so we were very patient, rather impatiently patient. We just wanted to see her naked now, to see what Dave saw. Halley, an English-Indian boy with broad shoulders and a nose thick and large, was clearly jealous of what Dave saw and he had not. As a leader, I realized this and calmed him down by flaming his fire, reminding him that we would all see her in time… all in due time. Anticipation was a good thing, I informed him. This just made him even more listless though. So much for trying to calm jealousy, I am not a miracle worker and hormones of teenage boys, well, they cannot be reasoned with. As we formulated our plan, over and over and over again, so much to the point that we didn’t need to speak of it anymore but we did anyways, to keep our mind and eyes on the prize to calm the swelling, throbbing longing that burned in our bodies, searing our souls.
The moment that door opened, we heard it, heard the squeak and snapped into action, getting into our own little individual places. Just to sneak a peek, just to watch her. And if we could, follow her to soak and bask in all her feminine glory as long as possible.
We waited, yet no one came. Peeking around the bend of hallway to hallway, Becky was not there. She’d grown shy, embarrassed, and retreated into a comfortable place… the locker room. By the sound of it, she took another shower to calm her nerves before she finally peeked out again, dripping wet and naked… our imagination went wild but we didn’t confirm what our minds saw, not yet, didn’t want to scare the little doe, now did we? No. Definitely not. Somewhere down the line she confronted the problem head on. She had to make herself steel to do what she was going to do, and that just made me smile, one of those cheesy smiles that you just cannot help. You know you are smiling, you try to stop it, but it remains all the same. She needed to get back to her dorm room before boys swimming practice in the morning. It was no longer growing later, it was exceedingly early, so early that the worry of someone, anyone, frequenting the halls became a factor in our every thought processes.
Hearing her newfound, but forced, resolve, the boys retreat to where they’d planned to go from the get go, but longing and waiting made them grow bold, bold enough to wait inside the school to wait for her to come from her shell. Each body softly walked with excitement outside and took individual places in the bushes so that they could watch. Becky walked from the school halls to the outside and toward the vast distance between her dorm and the pool, which was just that much more distant given her lack of clothing. Each boy licked his lips in delight as she came into view. Each of the boys, though remained stealthy and in hiding, pushed green nature away from his eyes to get the clearest and best vantage point and viewership of the humiliation the poor girl was suffering.
There they found themselves mesmerized.
The Spanish masterpiece jogged out of the building, her body full on display for their delight. No longer did they need to live and feed off the limited illumination of the females nude body gifted to them by Dave. It became reality. Her form was slender, athletic even, though her body was lean and toned, she was all woman, and that fact was only enhanced as she jogged, her breasts jiggled as her wet feet splashed upon the concrete and she made her escape to safety. Her flesh was two parts ebony, and three parts white but her ethnicity was obvious, she was all woman and all Mexican, no other race had the qualities that she so wielded with perfection. They saw her in a new light, one filled with perversion. They saw parts of her they’d never seen before though they’d seen her, enthralled by those qualities day in and day out, Chris actually had dreams of her but no dream could conjure what they feasted on. They had a new appreciation for her delicate and pouty lips, thick and filled… her legs which were very much always on display as she swam in tournaments, were also brand new to them. They were long, though she remained average height, most of the boys either as tall if not taller than her still. But those legs were smooth, silky, and glimmered in the lights that illuminated the path from point A to point B, the pool to dorm respectively.
Her nipples erect, poking outward densely and not at all discreetly, a byproduct of her being wet and the night being slightly chilly. Chill enough for her sensitive childish body to respond to without control. Her heavy chest recoiled and sprang up with each new hasty step as her eyes frantically scanned the surroundings, but honestly, she knew that no matter what, if she saw someone – they’d definitely see her as well. Even without anyone around, she still suffered the thought that someone COULD be looking at her and that brought the virgin, inexperienced star athlete to a point beyond being uncomfortable.
Her curly hair remained in form as it wetly nestled along her angular, prominent back, slipping in between her shoulder blades and downward her naked spine, the dampened tips making her hairends sharp as they grazed upon the small of her back, most sensitive.
I was not content with this view, though the others might be. She came to a sudden halt, almost tumbling upon herself and into the grass as I made my presence known. Stepping from the bushes like a lion, I stood tall and firm in front of her, she now merely inches from me. Her throat swelled as her eyes almost wielded in tears. Instantly she knew what was going on, her mind was nowhere else but there, at the task at hand – make it to the dorms unnoticed. It was unthinkable and her mind quickly processed her failure as she stepped back. With a wide grin, my eyes thirsty and noticeably lingered upon her frame, to her heaving chest which was quick and panting, to her stomach where a tug of baby fat still remained, certainly she would grow into it as perfectly as she had already, perhaps even rolling upward to her breasts which were already considerably impressive, not to mention that thick Latina ass. I didn’t need to say a word though. The action was done and the die cast, the others escaped from their hiding place. She was so petrified she’d not even attempted to turn around and or even escape. In fact, while I could see all of my friends, she hadn’t even noticed them, her eyes burning upon me, upon my eyes, watching them as they traced her body with longing and enticement. She could smell the delight I obtained from her body, what she saw burning in my eyes greed, greed that wouldn’t be sated by just lingering looks. Her slender mocha hand collapsed, delayed, about her cunnie, covering it from my inquisitive eyes, the arm of her other hand wrapping around her considerable chest, it didn’t much block her flesh from view as the flesh of her breasts spilled and enveloped her forearm that protectively sheathed her innocent, unexplored assets. I should mention that seeing her naked was intoxicating, it was when she in vain tried to cover herself that excited me most. Seeing those pudgy breasts mold against her arm with complete disregard and spilling outward even more prominently than they would be if she’d remained still, and forbiddenly naked. She however saw something else in my eyes – my desire for more, not just her flesh, but her. I wanted her. She knew it, I knew it and my certainty of wanting and having her was definitely not lost on her.
“Mr. B. What are you doing here?” She spoke softly, trembling, her lips pushed over even more. She was at a loss for words as we stood off for what seemed like minutes but finally that thick accented voice lyrically spoke, music as beautiful as an opera.
“What are you doing here, BB” I replied, my heart racing much more then Dave’s ever did when he was in the girls locker room with the star athlete naked in the showers. As we traded looks, I couldn’t help but notice her eyes, big and black, and though she wore not a lick of make-up ever, it seemed her deep eyes were outlined exquisitely, drawing attention to just how delicious they were. In those eyes, however, I lustfully was spirited away by the horrors that beamed in her watering orbs.
She then heard the steps of the approaching captors, though they didn’t intend to capture anything. They just wanted a better look. She twirled around, her hair trailing in the brief wind and gravity of her turning form as she realized how a bad situation went to all hell --- and worse… and then soon, something worse than worse. Worse than hell even. So bad that not even I have the proper word to convey the atrocities yet to come from my mind which was currently working overtime. Never in my life had I thought so focusedly and deviously before.
Soon passages of exit, routes and the like shrunk before becoming non-existent. “What…what is going on?” She spoke in a voice was revealed her knowledge of the grave-ity of the situation. And that was the voice that I have grown to long and love.
“You tell us.” Dave chimed in as he neared her. All four of the boys closed in on her, forcing her to step back, back enough for her luxurious and plump ass, wet and goosebumped to rub against me, rub against my manhood which I soon realized was raging. With her back turned, my hands snatched outward, grabbing what I wanted to grab, her famous, ever popular breasts. This mind of mine melted, fog became heavy and I acted on pure instinct, a rarity for someone of my….caliber? Yes, caliber.
Even before any of my friends had a chance to sample her bodies tender and ripe for the plucking fruits, I set the pace for what was to come. My hands snatched with ferocity upon those fleshy orbs of fat, the parts of her breasts that her arm couldn’t hope to control or even contain. Pulling her closer, my cock hidden painfully inside my pants, poked at a plump ass cheek as I squeezed against the breasts, bringing her form closer to my embrace. I could feel her hair, wet yet twisted, coiled and wavy, slip upon my throat and chest, I could smell her fresh and fragranced hair in my nostrils. Frantic, Becky brought both hands to her chest to better cover it from molestation but as she did so, as she transferred her attention to protecting her vanity and preciousness, I sunk my hands to the exposed chest, now doing what she intended to do, clasp her breasts protectively. Unlike her own meek and shy grasp though, mine was… rougher. As I said, I set the pace for all those to follow upon her innocent and pure body. With a tight grasp, I grabbed all the flesh I could before giving a cruel twist, a twist which made her wince and whimper in shock. It was lightning to her, I could feel it at much as her and it excited me so much that my fingers, easily able to find those hardened, distended dark nipples, thick and about as big as a cherry --- perhaps even more so then I ever thought possible, In my experience, considerable as it is now, no one I’ve ever known had nipples so engorged and so wonderful to twist. Becky didn’t like that either! Good.
Sizzling, she cried out but she added to her cries as each person fell upon her, snatching anything and everything in sight. As I held her captive, Dave’s abnormally large fingers scrapped upon her shoulder and arm, just sampling the tender touch of her warm yet wet flesh. Her wetness allowing each of the boys to dance and sleek along her shimmering flesh without any hindrance, allowing them a glide that would not be possible any other way, regardless of how unblemished and unimposing her flesh might be. Dave, like a zombie, ready to tear off a chunk of her body for his own, pulled her arm away from her body, the hand weakly once tried to pry my own hands away from her itty bitty titties before disappearing. Stretching her arm, his hands both collected and gathered upon her hand, spreading out the clenched in pain grasp of her hand before his tongue twirled upon the naked flesh of her palm. She looked over at Dave, whimpering at the horrific scene. Taking a finger here and there in his mouth, Dave sucked and licked. He was the first to taste her flesh literally.
Alex, my roommate whom originated from Germany, forced himself upon her, collapsing her body against my own as he made a meal of her by snatching her chin, forcing her to look upward into his own eyes. Seems he enjoyed looked at those deep pools of terror himself, his hands running along her sides, up and down, nails dragging along her bronzed flesh, leaving a wake of white as he trailed along her sides, his nails snagging along flesh as he did so, you know, that itty bitty portion of baby fat that collected upon her sides and stomach.
As the others did what they wanted, I looked off to the side to where the grass was and stepped away, backward, my hand snatching a collection of her hair before tugging upon it, bringing her quickly and with a thud upon the grass blanketed ground. I, however, parted ways with her nipples giving them one last squeeze, a squeeze fixated intently upon attempted to pop the nipples themselves. It did not happen, but she screamed like I had accomplished my task. Thankfully, I did not as those little sensitive raisins would be tortured much more thoroughly.
Now, upon the ground, I stepped back, watching her, looked at her, in her eyes. Each boy made their fantasies come true but as she cried and desperately pleaded to be released, often times questioning with words why they were doing this to her, and more matter of point, what they were doing to her, she never once looked away from me. I liked that. I held her attention as I casually observed, my mind twirling with a torrent of new and impressive… horrifying ideas. Becky, that sizzling succulent Mexican struggled to regain her freedom but against four guys, it was utterly useless. While on the ground, their energetic exploration manifested in such a way that her sensitive, paper thin flesh scraped upon the grassy ground that it left stains upon her back – while rubbing her body clean of wetness. Her full lips remained glimmering along with the front part of her body. Her pudgy ass pancaked upon the ground, filled out and ballooning outward so while she was on her back, her ass cheeks could still be seen with ease.
As she screamed, Chris placed her hand against her mouth, stifling her strugge, her screaming coming out as little more then muffled moans for liberation. Liberation, however, would never come. That’s when I decided BB would never again have the life she once knew and loved. She wouldn’t be sheltered because to shelter such a sultry bodies and mind as hers was somehow tragic. I instructed my friends to snatch her ankles and pry, and pry they had to as she fought with might, she was strong, after all, her calves had small indentations outlining her toned, yet still smooth muscles. Poised in front of her, I looked down, my eyes then wandering from her own downward towards her twisting and contorting body to that plump little mound where her virgin pussy lay. It was bald, no hint of hair anywhere upon her body other than the flowing tresses of now frizzy hair. The slit of her pussy stretched outward as she was spread wide and open, her pussy lips opening like a rosebud – much like her own lips upon her mouth which were considerably lighter than her flesh tone, the stark coloration contrast of her pussy lips were brought out much more vibrantly as her pink folds peeled aside to reveal her most precious of parts.
“Chris… “ I spoke to him, immediately without a word telling him to stop what he was doing. He was confused but soon released her mouth where her light pouty lips spread and widened as she remained screaming. She would continue this unless she learned. I was intent on teaching her.
I crouched downward, legs spread very malleably, as if she were doing the splits, she looked downward past the caverns of her chest which Dave was now manhandling, pulling and tugging every which way, separating them to the extremes of each side, giving her cleavage just that much more emphasis and allowing her to clearly see that I was investigating her cunnie which was forcefully spread by her legs position. With a finger thoughtfully upon my lips, I smirked before I slowly brought said finger downward, latching it and holding it back with my thumb, curling into an O, a flicking position if you will, as it neared her cunnie.
“If you keep screaming. People will come. Sure, you will be safe from us but God, even teachers talk, or worse yet, what if a student comes to your aid? Surely everybody will know what type of terrible thing had been done to you. And though we haven’t done much, hundreds of students will speculate… and wonder… and think upon you, naked, being molested and mistreated by several guys who are, might I add, younger than you. How embarrassing for you. Not so much us. We would be the talk of Kelly College, BB.”
Informing her, she still didn’t stop her shrilling cries for amnesty and freedom, but somewhere deep down in that voice echoed illicit emotions… after all, she might not want to be touched, especially as roughly as we were doing to her, still her body responded, deep down her body ever so sensitive, warped and knotted to understand the pleasures and tortures she was feeling.
“I said, quiet yourself, BB.” I demanded of her before my finger unlatched and with incredible force my finger flicked upon that spread pink patch of pussy flesh and extended upward, snagging her clit also, while protectively hidden under her hood, was no match for the strength and speed of my finger that entered from the bottom of the hood, stretching further upward to pluck the hood upward enough for my finger to make direct contact with her clit. I have never done something like this, never thought it would entice such a provocative response from Becky either, but she tendered up and flailed, her scream now echoing as the lightning, and blinding pain subsided --- but it didn’t disappear. Grinning, my finger playfully ran along the length of the pink pussy, thick, translucent liquid coating it before I sampled it, I sampled it in such a displayed way so she could see the rope of cream that connected my finger now in my mouth to her inner pussy, where this cream originated from. Sufficiently pleased with its taste, I gathered another glob of it and stood up, pacing around her as my minions did the heavy lifting, mostly snatching her flesh and pulling and tugging upon it. With a saturated finger, I glided it upon her trembling, quaking lips. Happy her lips now glistened as much as the rest of her body, if not moreso, she unintentionally tasted her own perverted fragrance as her teeth collapsed upon her lips, digging almost bloodily so into them to focus her mind from the overwhelming pain and embarrassment that seethed and seized her mind.
Her eyes, wide with fear but understanding, BB found herself attempting the best she could to stifle her horrific shrieks but as I already knew she was hopelessly outmatched. Her eyes burned with fire as she looked at me, I still remained overhead, my feet near her moving shoulders, forced this way and that as my friends made use of her soft and tender body, there actions fueled not just by arousal, but pure and sheer curiosity, eager to explore what did what upon the innocent lass. Some gropes turned to soft, tender caresses, just to explore just how perfect Becky’s flesh was. I continued to look down at her, her voice raising as pain weaved in with odd sensitive pleasures from having men use her body is the most abhorred of manners.
“That’s a good little girl, now keep like that.” I spoke heavily, my body already overwhelmed, it was hard to contain myself to enjoy the finer things in life. Her breasts were oddly unmolested at this point, her feet and hands becoming the main focus of the boys assault, sucking licking and perhaps even biting each and any toe and finger their mouths could find. Crouching, my legs spread wide, my throbbing cock which begged to be free from my pants nuzzled into that wavy wet hair of BB’s, tapping her upon the head with it unintentionally, my focus was much more keen on another little experiment as I leaned forward, shuttering a little as I felt my manhood rub against her head before I reached my hand out just like so to snag her breast, not in a mean, cruel, or vicious manner either… I just wanted it close by and in my grasp but Becky, she knew, looked, watched my hands carefully, protectively before her eyes shut, just feeling my touch upon her nipples even above that of the other people busily and hungrily devouring her made me happy that these tits were definitely delicate. She stifled her cries with clenched lips.
“Do you consider yourself a role model?” I asked before my fingers began to vice grip, slowly about one of the nipples, not the nipple itself mind you but a portion of the expansive breast flesh as well.
Her reply was mute as she began to focus more energy to block out the mind-numbing effects of having her legs repositioned, from spread eagle to lifting them upward so the knees rested just under her breasts, giving them the appearance of being much more firmer then they really were, tucked away so her rear end would be revealed to the boys, including myself and I got one hell of an eagles eye view. The breezing wind, though unimposingly, did still chill her bronze butt cheeks. I could see that plump little ass, it was like pudding but only so far in, under that excess little weight, Halley discovered with his lustful exploratory hands, that the ass was rather firm, years of training to sculpt the perfect body.

My fingers latched upon the nipple – just two nails digging in, snatching a piece of a breast flesh, and I tugged, drawing her softly features face to look up at me. “I will not repeat myself.” I spoke, genuinely interested if she had been listening to me while her precious ass was being forcefully pushed and pulled on display, where Dave found a liking to running his fingers along the crease of her well exposed ass.
“No…” She whimpered as her breasts heaved up and down according to her frantic breathe, thankfully, it seemed, all the guys cooled their viciousness down – finding contentment in exploring her rare and precious gem, her pussy and asshole but they didn’t penetrate just yet, I told them as much to, if anyone was breaking this girls hymen or any such unused hole, it would be me.
“Dave, put that hand to good use and spank our naughty little lying toy.” I said softly, evenly, my eyes and attention still so immersed in her exotic, foreign body. I felt her pulse race from the nails dug into her flesh as her attention went to her rear end as a loud, echoing slap occurred. Her poor precious ass cheeks glowed red as she whimpered out in pain, but paying as much mind as she could to keeping herself quite.
“Ever the modest one, hu? I happen to know a lot about you. I have had my eye on you for some time. Everybody has, really, but where they saw fat overgrown tits and a thick tanned ass in a despicable, daring swimming suit, I had my eyes on the prize, the entirety of you. Mind body and soul as a matter of fact. You are a role model, you’re like the champion of Kelly College, because of you, our student body has grown threefold --- especially at your Olympic swimming prospects. Girls want to be you and guys want to have you. But I have to believe you know you are a role model, someone that most people look up to for inspiration and faith. Now, are you just blind to what other people think of you or are you just lying to me, or yourself. Be a good girl and you might not have to suffer so much.” I lied expertly for my last statement but she was naïve, unaware of just how far gone seeing her in pain and suffering took my mind.
The boys slowed even more, listening to the words being spoken but still continued to enjoy their time, they were aware that I was talking and when I talked, I usually gave instructions and or orders. I like people, I am a people person. “Yes… I am a role model.” She confessed, seems she knew that but didn’t want me to know, didn’t want to give me the satisfaction that an ideal female, an idol could be put in such a terrible, horrifying position. But she sounded truthful, of that I was sure, after all, her admission came with heated covered anger, but covered or not it was there. To reward Becky, that little Mexican swimming star, I loosened my nails allowing the stretched flesh and nipple that was tugged in between my thumb and index finger’s cavern to slowly and oozingly slip back into place. Her ass was beat red, not just because of the spank but she’d rubbed her body so furiously upon the grass that the plant life had done its toll upon her. I mean, we were for all purposes raping her, she did struggle, harshly and more spirited each time she grew pink with embarrassment.
“And you don’t want anyone to find out about this right, that is why you are a good girl and keeping that pretty little voice of yours quite…ish.” I said playfully slapping with two fingers upon the tip of her nipple. She instantly responded as her stilled body arched and raised up and moved away just but an inch but away as much as she could. She bit her lip, her cream from her cunnie still coated her lips – it was so thick that even if she accidently licked or sucked her lips, it would take effort to clean those pouty swollen lips.
Her natural, wide eyes looked at me before she moved her head to and fro, shaking and indicating that she agreed completely. As she broke down just a little, I immediately followed up, a smug grin upon my face as my fingers spidered outward, my nails upon her nipples and they widened and deepened to the point where my palm spread upon her nipple and breast, fingers tenderly expanding those fat orbs as I did so. I wasn’t sure what the effect would be but I hoped it to be one of pleasure. “Why?”
She shut her eyes, tears falling as her face twisted into one of shame and humiliation, being forced to repeat the consequences. I knew that but I needed her to know why she was keeping her mouth shut. Needed her to realize before I did anything else.
“Everyone will know if anyone finds out and…” She thought about it truthfully, fearful of being spanked again but she was much more suspicious and cautious of my own actions, it wasn’t like I had one of the most precious sensitive spots of her body literally in the palm of my hand. “I will get expelled and no one will think I am not a role model…”
“They will think you are a whore, a slut, even if you were violated without your permission, you would still lose your virginity. People will look at you so differently. I will make sure you aren’t expelled though, I will make sure you remain at this little college just to be sure that you are always around the very same people who know what type of impure, godless, puta you are.” I laughed a little, but my words were steady and her ear listening.
“I am not … not a… Stop saying words like that. Please, let me go, please. Mr.B.” She pleaded, sensing that this was the time to make her case, maybe she could reason herself out of this even if her mind was partially gone – having had her precious life snatched away from her. She would never forget this night, never forget the faces of these students, never forget how it felt to be violated and degraded in front of her own dorm… thankfully no one saw her. Other than these boys, but no one else. She could still escape this situation and maybe hide it from everybody but she thought for a spare moment before immediately forgetting it with much effort, that she could never forget it… she’d be stuck with the sensation of having her clit flicked and her body groped by uncontrollable, lusty boys.
“You aren’t a slut, BB, you’re a rolemodel. Everyone loves you and yet…No one is going to help you.”
“No one is going to help you…” I spoke, my eyes locked with hers as I stroked each nipple delicately before taking two fingers and lashing it upon her chest again and again with quickness and precision, making the light blows well up and become much more stronger as the tingling pain melded with the multiple other slaps.
I repeated myself to her. As if emphasizing what I wanted her to tell me. I wanted her to know it.
“No one is going to help me.” She chimed in, I repeated myself, now both my hands digging into each breast, squashing them panickingly against her body as I leaned on them with my full upper body strength. I watched as her face turned blushingly, her hands which were idle upon the ground now went to her mouth to hide her shameful whimpers as the pain steadily intensified.
Her voice raised as she felt the boys spreading her asscheeks, nails cutting into her assflesh as I batted the cherry nipple ever so many seconds, as I continually told her that no one was going to help her. That no matter what she did, if anyone other than them found out about this, her perfectly exceptional life would be turned upside down.
Standing up now, pinching a nipple as I rose, dragging it almost impossibly upward before I released it, funny how Becky pulled herself up, supporting herself with her elbows so that she could close the distance between her stretched nipple and her breast which molded and elongated to accommodate the pulling of her sensitive nub, she was probably afraid it was about to tear off, and for awhile, I continued stretching it just to see if I could but soon I felt the need to do more.
“Come on guys. The sun is just round the corner. People will be out soon.” I informed them and they followed my suit, standing up. We were in a circle around her laying body, fearfully she looked up at her captors, her weak hands went to protectively shield her naked body from our still burning lustful eyes. She was not ignorant of the fact that each of us still had a hard penis that just begged to be free and used and used again. It was disgusting to her. Her hand, upon one of her breasts, rubbed it, trying to put out the flame of uncomfortable sensations of having it stretched so much and so ruthlessly.
“If you agree to go back to my dorm room with my friends we promise we won’t tell anyone at all about this and we will not have sex with you. We just find you very gorgeous and we want to explore a female’s body. That is all.” I spoke to her as she lay helplessly beneath my and my friend’s feet. “But if you choose to run to your dorm, we will tell everybody, we got your clothing to prove it, but I don’t think that we would really allow you to do that. We might just explore your body out here in the open. Lights coming and some people might become very interested in who is screaming their pretty little Puerto Rican head off.”
“I am Mexican…” She said quickly. I knew that would get under her skin more than any nail dug into her reddened breast. My friends and I spread out a little, walking away slowly as she remained upon the ground naked. She looked so used and pathetic. She was in tears and obviously relieved the ordeal was more or less done. She got up and started walking away, her feet had been rather abused by Chris so each step she took felt painful, mostly because he had pushed his fingernails into the sole of her foot. Becky soon, innocently, protectively covering her pussy which was damp from water and cunnie juices turned around and walked back to me and my group – she knew that we would definitely be willing to tell any and all people we knew about what she’d so whorishly had done, or rather was made to do. Allow five guys to touch parts of her body that she herself blushed at when washing in the shower or bath. It was erotic, to say the least, seeing the college’s champion walking toward us, naked, like a little lost doe, innocent and rip for the plucking.
END OF PART ONE!

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