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The college bus meandered down the winding side streets, making its way at a patient pace down the road. Along the side of the bus was emblazoned in big letters, "Big U Football" with the college mascot printed on it, a Rooster with arms in boxing gloves raised and ready for fisticuffs. Another banner tagged on the side of the bus by the mascot were the words, "Go Fighting Cocks!" All along the route, people would honk their horns in support and shout out their windows, "Go Fighting Cocks!" It was all so thrilling! You see, The Big U Fighting Cocks Football team was on its way to its first playoff game in the Football Championship, having just secured their position in the playoffs with a stunning 41-7 win over the Eastern Shores College. They were now on their way to face Mountainview University. The college town that Big U was in, Reamstown, was flush with excitement over their team. It had been 10 years since the team had won a Championship and 5 since they had even made it back to the playoffs. But something changed 5 years ago that completely revolutionized the team. They hired a new coach. And not just any coach, but a bonafide professional NFL coach, Jackson Hammer. Coach Hammer had used all his connections from his time in the pro leagues to recruit the best players in the country. High school athletes saw their chance to play for a Coach who could hook them up after eligibility to get a prime spot in the big leagues. And the benefits just kept rolling in for the college, as donors started to pour money back into the college. The baseball team was completely revamped, then the basketball team, and soon even the swimming and tennis teams were enjoying the flood of money. The school erected a new gym, named after its biggest benefactor, "Dirk Diamond," a cruiseliner tycoon whose name and face were plastered all over the gym. Athletes once again became celebrities on campus, their names known by even the nerdiest of students. And, obviously, every girl had their eye on these new campus celebrities, hoping to hitch their wagon to the up and coming pro players. It didn't hurt that now that they were recruiting the best, the players were just bigger and stronger, and easy on the eyes if you know what I mean. The professors just stopped caring if the athletes showed up to class. At first, the school made up new courses just for them: first it was Sports Marketing, which mainly consisted of watching Gatorade and Nike commercials. Then came Stadium Design, where the "students" would design their ideal stadium and really just spent their time deciding which restaurants they'd put in them. And then came my all-time-favorite, Massage Science, where, you guessed it, the guys would just get massages all morning and comment on which muscles felt better afterwards. But it didn't matter, we were all caught up in the sports craze on campus. And it all culminated in this season. My freshman year, my first Big U sports season that I'd experienced as a student. As the bus made its way down the backroads, the shouts on board could almost be heard outside. "This is gonna be a fuckin' rout, boys!" yelled one player up front. "Damn straight, Markeese, I'm so hyped I don't know if I can control how big my hits are gonna be," shouted another voice in the back in response. A football was being tossed back and forth across the bus as players joked and shared stories from the year. One player, Jamarcus, intercepted a pass before bragging, "Man, the only thing I'm thinking of is which cheerleader is gonna ride my big black dick after we get back!" Coach Hammer, sitting in the front seat by the driver, yelled back without even looking back, "Jamarcus, the one thing you best be thinking about right now is the game - I don't want to see you mess up the long snapper play like you did last game." "Yes Coach!" Jamarcus yelled back, seemingly chastened. But then he turned to the player across from him, Danny D, and whispered, "Ima show Denise my 'Long Snapper' when I get back to campus, lol." To which Coach Hammer responded, "Don't think I didn't hear that Jamarcus. You mess up again, I'll be 'snappin' your nuts clean off." All the guys on the bus responded with a unified, "OOOOOOOHHHH," making fun of Jamarcus. Danny D looked back at Jamarcus and said, "Man I don't give a fuck what you do after the game. All I know is that my girlfriend hasn't given me any in days. Man, I haven't nut since last Friday!" Jamarcus responded, "Damn, son. The fuck you doin at the front of the bus then? Get to the back and get some of that tension relieved." Everyone knew that Danny D was having relationship problems. I had heard that he got caught by his girlfriend while he was balls deep in one of the massage therapists. Apparently she'd told everyone she knew that he had chlamydia and now if he wanted to get off, she controlled when and where. What a bitch. "Ain't no fuckin space back there, I gotta wait till it's my damn turn." Jamarcus goaded him, "Man, just cuz you scared of DeShawn don't mean you shouldn't get what you need." "You're right, fuck it." Danny D stood up from his bench seat. "Yo!" he yelled to the back. "When y'all gon' be done back there? I am so fuckin tense, I need some release." The players all went quiet. Then a deep voice from the furthest seat in the back bellowed. "I'll be done when I'm done." "Goddamnit, man. It's been a week and I am fuckin' burstin! If I don't get it out now, I swear I'm gonna lose my mind." The voice in the back took a few seconds and responded, "Not my problem." And like a chastened child, Danny D shouted up to the big man in the front seat. "Coach! Yo Coach! DeShawn's not letting the rest of us get our turn. I mean, before we know it we'll be at the stadium and we'll be stuck in our rooms all night until tomorrow's game!" Coach Hammer looked up at the driver's mirror and spoke, "DeShawn, how long have you been going?" "About 30 minutes now, Coach." "You've got 5 more minutes." "But Coach -" DeShawn started. The big linebacker wasn't used to being told what to do. Except maybe by the most famous coach in the state. "I said 5 minutes, DeShawn." "Yes sir," DeShawn responded. Not so much in a contrite voice, but an affirmative acknowledgement. "Oh fuck yes!" Danny D shouted. Coach said to him, "That's only because Danny here caught 2 interceptions last game and I'm expecting him to keep that streak up against Mountainview." "Yes, sir!" Danny excitedly said. "As long as my balls are taken care of, I'll take care of any footballs you want." The team erupted in laughter. Danny was the team troublemaker. Where was I in all this uproarious mayhem, you ask? Well, that's a great question. You see, I was right alongside this all- star team, right there with them in the bus on their way to victory. I stood side by side with them on their warpath to the championship. "Well, not so much "stood." DeShawn moaned, "Goddamn she's fuckin good at this. That tongue is unbe- fuckin-lievable." There I was, down on my knees in front of DeShawn. I was the one with that "unbe-fuckin-lievable" tongue, using it on his gorgeous cock. And I was the one that, according to Coach, had 5 minutes to get him off with it. "Times like this I'm glad we got Sissy CheerBois again," DeShawn said to no one in particular. He then looked down at me as I pistoned my mouth on his cock. "Ain't that right Sissy?" I removed my mouth from his cock and licked a teardrop of precum on the head. "Oh yes, DeShawn. And we LOVE to serve you and the rest of the team," I responded, looking up at him. "I bet you do enjoy it, lil' Sissy Britney. You sure as hell are good at it" he said to me. I almost melted as he said my name. How lucky was I, complimented by the star linebacker of the school's football team. But I had business to take care of. "I only wish Coach gave you more than 5 minutes more with me. The last 30 went by so fast." I licked the mushroom tip of his fat cock. "Something tells me you can finish the job in less than that. I heard about your adventures at Alpha Delta last month." I blushed. "I'm so embarrassed you found out about that!" Though I wasn't really embarrassed as much as proud that my reputation preceded me. But hey, I guess that's what happens when you single- handedly blowbang an entire frat in 2 hours to completion. Well, technically not "single-handedly", since I didn't even use my hands, which were tied behind my back for the whole night. "How about you try and finish the job in 20 seconds?" I didn't even wait to respond, I slammed my face back on that cock and used every skill I learned since I became a CheerBoi, licking, sucking and tonguebathing my way down his thick member. "Oh fuck!" he shouted at the 10 second mark. By the 5 second mark his cum was in my belly where it belonged. "Hands down, the absolute best CheerBoi," he said, as he helped me get to my feet. I almost teetered over on my 4 inch high heels but he steadied me, though not without grabbing my ass to do so. "Even better than Jada?" I asked, playfully hinting at my friendly competition with a fellow sissy. "You're what I call my Stranded Island Sissy, Brit. If I was stranded on an island with nothing to do but get my rocks off all day, you're the sissy I'd want draining my cock till I die." "Oh DeShawn, that might be the highest compliment you've ever given me." "Probably the highest compliment I ever give any girl or sissy." Wow, what a gentleman. "Now get going," he said and spanked my ass. "Only 1 hour till we get to Mountainview." I walked down the narrow way between the bench seats up to Danny D's seat, while players hands groped at me. Danny looked up at me, his long cock already out of his pants. "Alright slut, you best drain this monster at least once before we get to Mountainview. If I don't nut, I swear I'll fumble that ball every damn time. Fuck I'm so backed up with jizz." I looked down at his "monster", his long tower of flesh. Then I said to him, really so loud so the whole bus could hear. "Well we wouldn't want that, Danny. After all, if you lose then you don't get to celebrate with me and the rest of the CheerBois when you get back to campus." I took my finger and lifted a glob of cum that DeShawn had left on my cheek. "Which would be a shame," I said. I then salaciously stuck the salty treat it in my mouth and sucked it up, and looked back at the guys at the back of the bus. "Because nothing tastes better than the cum of champions!" The whole team cheered as I said that. But I had work to do and not much time, and I leaned over at the waist and wrapped my pink glossy lips around his cock. Behind me one of players in the seat cross the aisle lifted up my skirt and started licking my boicunt. Mmmmm, nothing better than this. I should probably explain how I got here... ________________________________________________________________ 6 months earlier... "Oh gosh I can't believe our little boy is starting college!" my mom said. "More importantly, honey," my dad responded. "He's starting college at Big U!" "Go Fighting Cocks!" Mom cheered!" Pretending to strike a cheerleading pose. "Mom, please," I said, shushing her. "You can't embarrass me on my first day of school." "Oh calm down, son," Dad said. "Your mom is just reliving her glory days as a Big U cheerleader." "I used to be quite the popular one on campus!" my mom said, picking up a box from the car trunk. "She sure was!" Dad piped up. "And somehow a little physics nerd like me snatched her up." "How could I resist, honey?" Mom said, moving across the parking lot carrying the box. "You were the first and only Big U undergrad to get a patent and have a startup sell for over 10 million dollars before you graduated!" Dad laughed, and carried his box alongside her. "Are you saying you only wanted me for my money?" "Oh honey, no!" Mom laughed. "But what girl can say no to a cute face and a thick wallet?" They giggled like schoolchildren as they walked over to the dorm entrance carrying my boxes. I followed along at a safe distance so no one would suspect they were with me. It was my first day at Big U, the best academic school in the state and one with a real sports culture that could rival any in the Big 10. That's not to say that I was either a genius or a jock. More accurately, I was neither. You see, despite my Bs and Cs in high school, and my inability to even run once around the track without getting out of breath, I had a lock on Big U. My friends back home were all jealous, knowing that Dad's famous turn as the college boy-genius-turned-millionaire at Big U pretty much secured me a spot at the school. Not that I wasn't talented at nothing - I've been know to be skilled at the joystick. Get me playing Skyrim and nothing could stop my stamina. I could spend hours at the screen. But hey, all that didn't matter. I was finally in college and ready to get the full experience. Let's not cut around the bush, by "experience" I meant chicks. I wasn't a pussyhound in high school. Well, I wasn't much of an anything-hound. I had one girlfriend all of high school and we barely touched. Catholic girls, right? This was my chance to sow my wild oats. With the money my dad gave me, I had enough money in my pocket each week to go on as many dates as I wanted. Plus, I knew I a guy who could make fake id's so booze wouldn't be an issue. We made our way through the dorm entrance and took a right towards my dorm room. Room 108, ground floor. Good, easy for me to bring girls to and from, right? I just hoped my roommate wouldn't be a loser and drive away any girls I bring back. On the other hand, let's hope he wasn't a jock so I wouldn't lose my girls to him either! I had to be careful - yes I had money but I definitely didn't have a body. Even with my best posture, I stood no taller than 5 foot 7 and I was slimmer than a slim fit. My waist was tiny, but annoyingly my hips and butt weren't. Mom said I got that from her. She had a slim waist and a thick butt that my friends would always comment on to my perpetual irritation. But genes being what they are, I seem to have inherited the same trait. Even my prude of an ex-girlfriend used to comment on my butt. She'd say, "How did you get that ass and I got stuck with a pancake for a butt?" One time, as a joke, Mom had me try on her jeans and to my eternal irritation they fit like a glove. She told everyone at the family reunion and for that whole week they called me "Mom butt". But that wasn't as bad as the time when I hadn't gotten a haircut for months (part of my grunge phase) and had long blonde hair - when we were at the grocery store, one of our neighbors came up to me and said, "Wow Veronica, that ass is lookin' nice today. Can't wait to see it at work on Sat- Oh..." I swear he almost knocked down all the watermelons as he scurried away once I turned around and he realized who he was talking to. At the time it bothered me that anyone would talk to my mom that way, but I brushed it aside. Anyways, at least my money made up for my girlish body. I definitely got a lot of dates in high school because of the money...though most of the ended up with the girl leaving with another guy. But that didn't matter, my friends were still jealous. As we got to the room I kicked open the door and saw a guy laying on the bed on the left. "Oh hi," he said. "I'm Kris." "Hey man, I'm Brian. I'm your roommate." My parents came barging behind me. "Oh, look at that! You and your new roommate could be twins!" Could they get more embarrassing? But they had a point, this Kris fella did kind of look like me. Or mostly his body was similar. He was also short, maybe 5 foot 6 and real thin. And like me he had blond hair. His was in a bob-like haircut. "Hah, yeah sure, I guess," Chris said. "Don't mind them, they don't have a filter," I said to him. "They'll clear out of hear soon." I said loud enough for my parents to hear. "Yeah, yeah. We do all the work and then just disappear, sounds like a good deal. Should we spit shine your desk while we're at it," Mom sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes so Kris could see. We spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking and setting up my apartment, putting up my posters (I especially liked me Girls of Spring Break poster, even though Mom didn't approve). Then that was it, they were ready to go. We made our way back down the hall to the entrance together. And that's when I saw her. At first I thought she was Megan Fox, that's how hot she was. She wore a cheerleader uniform with "Big U" on the front and she was handing out flyers. "Pledge Kappa! Pledge Kappa! Come to our pledge event Friday night!" she said to people passing by. As she did, she handed our fliers, mostly to the most attractive girls passing by. My heart was in my throat, I didn't think college girls could look like her. I mean, she was practically celebrity-hot. If all the girls on campus were like this, I was gonna have an awesome time here. "Pledge Kappa today!" She turned to me as me and my parents passed. "Oh, I'm a guy." "Yes, you are silly!" she said to me, still with the flyer thrust out towards me. "So, this is for a sorority, right?" "Yes! Kappa Lambda! The best sorority on campus! It's sort of the unofficial cheerleader sorority." "Oh Kappas!" my Mom suddenly shouted with glee. She then started chanting, "Kappas are the best, We put you to the test, You won't get any rest, When we trap you in our nest!" And then this beautiful girl started chanting alongside her. "Kappas Kappas Kappas!" They giggled and hugged each other like they head known each other all their lives. "You're a Kappa too?" this Megan Fox lookalike said. "Class of 2002! But gosh now you must think I'm ancient!" "Are you kidding me?" said the girl, with her hands still grasping my mom's. "You look like you're still in your 20s!" "Oh you're too kind.I guess that's one of the benefits of giving birth the same year you graduate college," Mom responded, tossing her hair back and forth playfully. "So I take it this it the lucky son of this hottie?" the girl said, now both of them looking at me. "Don't be shy, Brian! Kappas know how to make a man feel welcome." "Well if you were made from a Kappa, then you MUST come to our pledge event!" she said, stuffing the flyer in my hands. "But...but isn't this for other girls?" "Oh hush! Just come!" she said. "And ask for Lana." "Well, thanks...Lana." My mom and Lana talked for a few more minutes while my sweaty hand gripped the flyer and my eyes barely looking away from this beautiful creature. Holy shit, I've been invited to my first party, and with what might be the hottest girl on campus. __________________________________ Orientation week was otherwise boring except for the thought in the back of my head that I was gonna spend my Friday night with the hottest girl on campus. I still couldn't understand why I was being invited to a girls pledge event at a sorority. Part of me wondered if she was the kind of girl to move quickly and wanted me in her room ASAP for sex. But it was weird since no other guy on campus knew about this event or was invited. But hey, maybe Lana knew that my dad was rich and wanted to get a piece of the fortune by shacking up with me. Who was I to complain? The orientation week passed like a blur. I barely paid attention to what classes I was signing up for; I was too distracted by the bevy of babes that seemed endless on this campus. Kris and I bonded a bit over the week. He was also a video game nerd like myself, and we carved out time to play Halo together. It was reassuring to me that he was overall a decent fella, though I wondered if he wasn't a bit too sheltered. I mean, he didn't seem to have any interest in going out or partying or girls. Not that he was gay. I mean, I definitely walked in to the room too soon a couple times, and caught him watching some porn on Brazzers. He was super embarrassed, but I figured college isn't the time to get embarrassed about that shit. In fact, I was a porn fiend as well and I took down the tension by comparing which pornstars we loved and our favorite Brazzers scenes. He was really into Elsa Jean, a tiny blonde that looked so innocent but could take big cock like a champ. I was partial to Adriana Chechik, a brunette goddess who was an anal queen and clearly had no limits. She was the epitome of a pornstar. After that night, Kris had no qualms about continuing to watch porn while I was still in the room. I mean, it was kind of weird at first because it kinda seemed gay to me that we would both have erections in the room at the same time. But a couple days into it I barely noticed, and in fact watched with him sometimes. Just normal guy stuff, you know? Plus, I had something more pressing on my mind: that invitation from Lana. The days felt so long getting to Friday, despite all the excitement of starting college. But I couldn't get my mind off of her. And before I knew it, Friday arrived. So that Friday night I got dressed in my best pair of jeans and button down and said goodbye to Kris, who was spending that night on hour 5 of his Call of Duty binge. "Have fun with your, uh...video game night," I said, feeling kind of sorry for him. "Thanks man! Enjoy your night too." He barely looked up from his laptop. Who knows, maybe Lana's got a sorority friend I can get him up with? Or who knows, maybe he's just a loner lost cause. Doesn't matter to me now, I had a hot girl who was expecting me. I walked over to the Kappa Lambda sorority house on the main street of the school. Frats and sororities lined the street and many of them were having parties tonight, the beat of different songs pumping through the night air. People looked loose and drunk and new freshman girls seemed to be enjoying the attention of the frat guys letting them into their frat houses. As tempting as it seemed to try and get with one of those drunk girls, I had other plans tonight. I walked up to the Kappa entrance, and knocked on the door. Unlike the other houses, they didn't have any loud music that could be heard emanating from the house. After about a minute, a girl opened the door. "Can I help you? This is an exclusive pledge event. If you're looking for the parties, just look around." "Oh no, I, uh...I was told to come by Lana." "Oh?" She said, then she emerged from the door and gave me the "up-down" look, sizing me up. A smile grew from the corner of her mouth. "Now I see it. Yeah, definitely Lana's...type. Come on in, I'll let her know that you're here. Just wait in the foyer." Lana's type? Damn, maybe I was gonna get some tonight. I followed the girl in, and took the time to admire her perfect ass in the tight yoga pants she was wearing. Damn, if all Kappas were this hot, then maybe I scored the queen of them all. She walked away from me as I hung out in the foyer. I saw her open the door down the hall and scamper down the basement. As soon as she had opened the door, I could hear the loud rap music emanating from there. Wow, this house must have great soundproofing. A few minutes later of standing there I saw that door open again. But instead of Lana, another beautiful girl came out. She was taller than me, probably 5 foot 8 and a redhead. She was gorgeous, though to me I preferred Lana's brunette looks. But she wasn't alone. She grasped in her hand a dark palm. She was dragging along a big husky black guy, maybe 6 foot 5 and absolutely jacked. I couldn't help but notice his hand was on her ass as she walked through the hall and towards the staircase heading up to what I imagined were the bedrooms. Man, what a slut. But no less than 30 seconds later came Lana up the basement stairs. Gosh she looked even hotter now than she did in her cheerleading uniform earlier in the week when we met. She was wearing tight white pants and a lacy blouse. How could one girl look so sexy and so elegant at the same time? "Oh little Bri!" she exclaimed. Bri? Hopefully that nickname wouldn't stick. "Oh hey Lana, am I early?" "Not at all! Come on! The pledge party is just getting heated up downstairs!" "I think I saw one of the Kappa girls coming up from it, it sounded like a riot," I said. "You must have seen Lacey! You wouldn't guess who she's with!" I thought of the big black guy she dragged along as she pranced up the stairs all excited. "Looked like a big guy," I said, following Lana down the hallway. "Not just any guy, Bri! The new linebacker of the football team! DeShawn James!" "Wow, that's like a celebrity sighting then!" I said. These guys were all-stars on campus, everyone wanted a piece of the football action. Wherever they showed up, the party would follow, at least from what I had heard. "Lacey is so lucky!" "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean, this new recruit, a star recruit at that, shows up on campus. He gets invited to the party and Lacey, being the first girl he meets, somehow gets him in the sack." "Gets him in the sack?" I asked. I kind of knew what she was hinting, but I liked how fun and flirty she was. "I mean, she gets to sleep with him! What a smooth operator she is! So jealous!" I thought about how I didn't want to lose my chance with this hot cheerleader if some big football player like DeShawn came along. As much as I idolized the Big U football team and loved the sports culture, I didn't want to play along with this. And that's when I said the dumbest thing in my life, perhaps the thing that changed my life forever. "Honestly it sounds kind of slutty to me." She stopped in her tracks, letting go of my hand. She had just been about to open the door to the basement when she stopped in the hallway and looked back at me. "Excuse me?" she said. Oh shit, did I just piss her off by insulting her friend? "Nothing, nothing at all." I tried to shift the subject away. "New linebacker, huh? Team should be real good this year." "No, you know what you said. Say it again." Her arms were crossed. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just said that it seemed kind of slutty to me." "And WHAT exactly do you mean by that?" Seriously Brian? Your first night with a hot girl and you fuck it up so quickly? You didn't even get to go to the pledge party downstairs. "Nothing in particular. It's just...you know...that a girl sleeping with a guy just after meeting him...I dunno, would seem to some to be... slutty." "GO ON," she said. She sounded angrier. "Well, it's not a big deal, but like...A guy like that probably doesn't respect a girl who he could get in the sack within a few minutes of meeting her." "Oh, so it's about respect, huh?" "Sure, yes...respect. But also, wouldn't you also be worried about your reputation if it got around that a guy like that could get you so quickly just use you for his pleasure and be done with you?" "Just use me for HIS pleasure?" "Look, I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry, I really am. I bet your friend Lacey is a really respectable girl and doesn't have a bad reputation or anything. I was dumb, I'm sorry." She stared right at me. I don't think I've ever been this intimidated in my life. "I clearly have a lot to learn about women, I guess," I said, scrambling. "Oh, you do," she said. Then she walked away from the basement door and towards the staircase leading up the stairs, the same way Lacey and DeShawn went just a few minutes earlier. I took the hint. "So I guess that's goodnight then, huh? I'll just head back out." "I didn't say that," Lana said. "Oh, so...?" "You said you had a lot to learn about women," she said. "So why don't I show you." Wait a second. Did this night turn 180 degrees then 180 degree again? Was she inviting me back to her room so we could sleep together? Maybe she was into hate-fucking or something. Hey, I'll take it any way I can. "Yes, yes please show me, yes," I said, almost tripping over myself to get to her. She led me up the stairs. We climbed up to the third floor and down that hall. Each room had the name of the girl who lived in it. I passed "Madison", "Kissa" and "Charity." Then we got to the door with the name "Lana" on it. "So I guess we -" I stopped at the door and gestured to it, but Lana kept walking. "-Come on, we're not there yet," she interrupted. She continued on. We passed two more doors until we got to the one with the name "Lacey" on it. We could hear moans from inside. "Well this is weird. Kind of voyeuristic, no?" I said, embarrassed about the moaning we heard inside. "Let this be your first lesson about women, Bri," she said. She twisted the handle quietly and then slowly opened it ajar. We could see light come from inside. She peeked inside then continued opening the door until it was completely open. The sight was incredible. Lacey was wearing skimpy black lingerie that showed off her athletic ass and C cup tits. She looked amazing, like a lingerie model. She was on all fours on the bed and the sight of her got me so hard. But that wasn't the only thing that caught my eye. Because immediately after I took stock of her, I looked at what she was grasping in her hand. It was the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life. Well, I guess this was the first cock I'd actually seen in real life, not counting the accidental glances in the locker room and urinals. And I had definitely seen my fair share of porn, in fact probably too much. And this thing looked like it belonged in porn. From this angle and distance I guessed it was 9 inches and not yet fully hard. You could see the shiny glean of spit and saliva on it as it stood proudly. DeShawn was lying on his back, his legs dangling off the bed edge that we were facing, so that he could not see that the door was open. Lacey was on her hands and knees, perpendicular to his body so I could see her whole silhouette as she grasped his monstrous dick. She was looking down at it with a mixture of lust and pride on her face, her mouth open and saliva hanging from her lips. My dick was instantly hard. Lana pushed me to my knees so that neither Lacey nor DeShawn would easily see us. She whispered into my ear. "Isn't that one of the sexiest things you've ever seen in your life?" she said. "Yeah, she's so hot," I said, my eyes transfixed on the scene. "And that cock...it's so huge," she whispered. I had to admit, DeShawn's dick was definitely impressive. Like I said, it could easily star in porn. It was photogenic. I mean, when I first saw the scene in front of me, my eyes were easily drawn to it. I might have been watching real live porno shot in front of my eyes. "Um, yeah, I guess." "You guess???" she said, acting surprised at my answer. "How could you not be impressed by it. I mean, it's gorgeous!" I definitely was impressed. I guess I was more envious. My own member barely stood at 4 inches when hard (and that was a generous measurement at best). How could I compete with something like DeShawn's? I hope Lana didn't think most men were hung like this. "Impressive, sure. Though I wouldn't call another man's dick 'gorgeous'." "Oh? And why not?" she asked. "Well, for one, that'd be pretty gay. And for two, I don't know if I'd use such floral language to describe a dick. It's excessive." "Gay? Excessive? Wow, someone must have done a number on you because I don't understand how you think, Bri." "What?" "First off, there's nothing gay about commenting a guy's dick," she said. "It's completely natural just to make a obvious description about a part of the human body." "I don't know about that, it's pretty gay to stare at a guy's dick." "Well isn't that exactly what you're doing now?" she asked. She's wasn't wrong. The whole time she had been talking I watched as Lacey stroked DeShawn's massive member. My eyes barely left that target, and I had no excuse. After all, there was a sexy redhead Lacey in skimpy black lingerie acting like a slut. And yet, my complete attention was focused on the living flesh tower that she wrapped her fingers around. "I wouldn't say I'm staring. Plus, I'm just watching Lacey jack him off." "Sure you are," Lana giggled. "It's ok, I won't think any less of you as a man if you said you were impressed by his cock. I mean, it'd show me you're confident in your own manhood and that you're an open free thinker." Well, if she was giving me that opening. "In that case, yeah sure I'm impressed. Who wouldn't be?" "Exactly, Bri! Who wouldn't be?" Lana continued. "It's simply a matter of facts. Is it big? Yes. Is it thick? Yes. Is it long? Yes. So all that combined, it's a simple fact: DeShawn has an impressive cock" Her fingers curled around my chin and turned my head towards her. "So it's a fact, right?" she asked, staring right into my eyes. "Yeah, it's a fact," I responded. "What's a fact?" she asked. "What you said, it's a fact." "No," she said. "I need you to say exactly what that is." I hesitated, but her eyes were looking right at me, just breaking me down second by second. "He has...He has an impressive penis." "That's not what I said," she reminded me. "Yeah, ok...he has an impressive...cock." "Yes, yes he does," Lana smiled, and let go of my chin. We went back to watching the scene in front of us. Lacey was now licking around the head of his cock, so teasingly. I could see a little bit of precum had emerged from the tip and she quickly lapped it up with her tongue. "So hot," I said. "Still talking about DeShawn's dick?" Lana joked. "Gosh no, I meant what Lacey's doing," I responded. "Well, why not both? After all, you just admitted his dick was impressive. Why can't it be hot or gorgeous?" "Do we still have to do this?" Lana grabbed my chin again, "Yes, Bri. Yes we do. After what you said, I think you have a lot of learning to do." Wow, she was adamant about this. All I did was call her friend a 'slut'. Was that such a big deal. I mean, wasn't she acting like one right now right in front of our faces? "Ok, fine. I guess you could be right." "You'll have to do better than that," she replied. "Fine, I guess you might be right that SOME people would use words like 'hot' or 'gorgeous' to describe DeShawn's dick." "Well, duh. I mean look at it, it's so thick and hard and big. It's a thing of wonder. You can tell Lacey is admiring it." She was right, Lacey was stroking that hard member and licking it up and down, her eyes betraying a sense of wonderment at the thing in her hands. She did seem taken away by the task of pleasuring DeShawn, in playing the role of wanton slut. "She sure is..." I trailed off. "So how would you describe it?" she asked. My eyes were back to being transfixed by Lacey's tongue-lashing of the big cock. "I'd agree with 'hot' and 'gorgeous', I guess," I said. "We already used those. Give me new words. After all, it's completely natural to describe it. We already established that it was big and thick and long, and you agreed that there's nothing wrong or gay about acknowledging those facts." She went on. "So facts put together make a conclusion, don't they? I know you're just starting college, but you must have learned something in high school?" she joked. "So if you can state facts about that dick, like about it's size, then shouldn't you be able to put those facts together to come up with a description that summarizes those facts? It's just like English class, Bri. Nothing wrong or gay or weird about it. Trust me." And trust her I did. She had led me this far, leading me to this incredibly sexy scene in front of me and I went along with it. Why wouldn't I? She was incredibly hot and was practically showing me live porno. To me that sounds like the perfect girlfriend, and I knew I couldn't disappoint her and lose the chance to make her my girlfriend. Plus, she was making complete sense. I wasn't great at school, but for some reason her logic just seemed right and easily comprehensible. I couldn't argue with anything that she said. And even if I wanted to, I'd be silenced by the raw sexuality that was on display in front of us. She wasn't kidding, this dick was something and Lacey was giving it a tongue-bath that would make any other man cum in seconds. I know if I was on the receiving end (I've never actually had the chance to get a BJ, mind you), my little 4-incher (4 inches if you measure from balls to tip, if I'm being completely honest) would be bursting it's tiny load the instant her tongue made contact. So in that sexual haze, all I could do was sink into Lana's reasoning. I had to just speak truth to power and give her my unvarnished thoughts. "If we're just talking based on facts, here," I started. "Yes, Bri, yes we are. Just facts, just obvious truth," she replied, goading me on. "Well, then...I'd on a factual level describe his cock as..." I stopped, embarrassed. The last thing I wanted was to sound gay. But Lana did assure me that she wouldn't consider this gay, just two people talking basic anatomy. "Go on, Brit." Did she just call me Brit? Never mind, I could barely think at that point so I must have missheard. "I'd describe it as...juicy." The instant the word left my mouth, I started to regret it. But in that instant, Lana grabbed my chin and turned me towards her and kissed me right on the lips. Wow that felt good! Already this was a better kiss than my prude high school girlfriend ever gave me, full of passion and energy! We kissed that way for maybe 5 seconds before Lana let go. "What was that for?" I asked like a schoolboy, though I didn't know if I wanted to know the answer lest I ruin the moment. "I'm just so proud of you," she responded, smiling. "Proud?" I was confused. "Yes, proud. You've already made progress and I'm so impressed with your answer." "You mean, by saying 'juicy'?" "Yes, silly! It's just the perfect word for it. Look at it again," she said. And I did. But this time when I looked at DeShawn's cock I somehow saw it differently. Not only because Lacey had just wrapped her mouth on it and sucked it to the tip before popping it out of her mouth. It just looked different to me. 'Juicy'. The word kept rolling around my head. 'Juicy'. How did I come up with that? Was it because it was black and now shiny with spit, sort of like a chocolate popsicle dripping in the summer heat? A popsicle that Lacey couldn't resist to not shove into her mouth? 'Juicy' Was it because Lacey's spit make it look like she was sucking on a jolly rancher? 'Juicy' Was it because the thick cockhead reminded me of a chocolate-covered strawberry? A real gourmet dessert. 'Juicy' Was it because that pearl of precum that Lacey sucked up reminded me of a creamy treat that you had to earn, like how you had to lick a Tootsie Pop to get to the candy center? Honestly, I don't know all the reasons but this much was true: I couldn't stop thinking about desserts when I watched Lacey sucking DeShawn's fat dick now. And that got my mouth watering. Huh, weird. "Oh honey, are you enjoying watching Lacey suck that 'juicy' dick?" Lana said. "Yeah, I am." "You're what?" This time I didn't hesitate. I knew what she wanted to hear. "I'm enjoying watching Lacey suck that JUICY dick," I answered, emphasizing the word she wanted me to say. "Gosh it's so hot when you say it like that," she said. Look at me, getting a sexy girl to get all hot and bothered. Well, if that turned her on, maybe I should get her going with some more of where that came from. "Yeah, that dick is 'juicy'...so if we just put facts together, it must also be...delicious." Lana gasped, "Oh Bri Bri, you minx. I think I'm getting wet!" Holy shit! I'm getting a girl wet just with my words? Cassanova over here. I guess this is how Lana liked to get seduced, dirty talk being her foreplay. I wanted to keep this up. "That's right, DeShawn has a juicy delicious MEATY cock." Where did that come from? Meaty? Maybe my brain just went down a food theme. "Oh Bri, yes. That thick meaty cock," Lana said. "I'm getting so hot and bothered!" Damn, this was heating up! Then we heard Lacey say out loud, "Fuck, daddy. This dick is fucking perfect!" Wow, this was wild. Lana must have gotten even more turned up at that. But Lana quickly took hold of the situation again. "Don't you see, Bri? Once you use the better part of your brain, you can completely change how you see things," she said. "Now remind me what you called my friend Lacey," she said. Oh not this again. "I...I called her a 'slut'." "Yes, that's right a 'slut'. Now remind me why you called her that." "Well, because some may think it slutty to sleep with a guy you just met, and that you could get a reputation that way for being a slut." "Ah yes, that's why. Now look at Lacey again. Does she still look like a slut to you?" she said. I mean, the answer should have been obvious. Lacey was half undressed slobbering over the big black cock of a guy she just met, and she looked like she was having the time of her life. Isn't that the definition of a slut? I mean, who else looks like they could have that much fun giving a monster cock a blowjob? I remember the time that I tried to get my priss of a high school girlfriend to suck my dick. I remember what she said. "Ew gross. I can't believe you would ask that of me, that's disgusting. Only sluts do that kind of thing." I had immediately apologized and never brought it up again. From that time, I just accepted that girls hate giving BJs and it's gross. Sure, when I watched porn the girls seemed to be loving it and would go crazy just begging a guy to let her suck his big dick. But I just assumed that was really good acting. But the scene in front of me started shifting my opinion. "I guess, maybe yeah? Some would call this slutty." "Ok, ok," Lana said. "And what's so 'slutty' about it?" "Well, she snagged this guy as soon as she met him and dragged him to her room to get at his dick. Plus, she looks like she's giving him quite a show, pretending like she's loving sucking his dick," I said. "Wow, so much to unpack there," Lana said, her tone condescending. This really was feeling like my first college class, first with the talk about facts and conclusions and now with someone who was acting like a disappointed teacher. "Let's start with this," Lana said. "You think she's slutty for meeting a guy and convincing him to go back to her room for some fun." "Well sure, it's like she's just giving it up," I responded, defending my position. "Ok, 'giving it up' you say. So you're saying that she has something he wants - her holes - and that she should be more discerning in when she lets him have it." I was a bit surprised to hear Lana use the words "her holes" to describe her friend's sexual parts. But I'd play along. Lana seemed spirited, and would respect me for arguing. "Yeah, exactly. DeShawn wants to get in her pants and by letting him in so quickly and with such little work makes her slutty." "So you're saying a woman should defend her holes and not let anyone in them unless, what, they're married and living a life in the 'burbs'?" "Maybe not that extreme, but sort of," Oh shit, did this mean I was arguing against me getting into Lana's pants? Idiot. But I couldn't back down now. "Well, let me flip that around. Lacey is a sexy girl who knows what she wants. She has urges and needs, and tonight that need was for dick." Well that's a weird phrase, 'need for dick'. Honestly, my high school girlfriend made it seem like no girl went after dick. "So she sees this hot guy who, based on his confidence and swagger, is clearly packing. And she goes after him, using her seductive skills to draw him in. And when she's done that, she springs the trap and gets him to join her in her bedroom." Well, that did seem different than the way I thought of it. "Does that sound 'slutty' to you? Or does it sound powerful? She's the predator, he's the prey." "Well when you put it like that, yeah she sounds powerful. Just a girl getting what she wants." "That's right. She wanted dick and now she has one, and a 'juicy delicious meaty' one at that." She was taunting me with my own words. "But what about the way she's behaving now?" I said. "Acting like this dick is the center of her world, practically worshiping his cock. I mean, only a slut would pretend like she was loving giving a BJ." "First off," Lana said. "Why do you assume she's acting? Couldn't she simply be enjoying this?" I looked back at Lacey, she was throat-deep on the cock, practically choking herself on it. I was surprised she could stay alive with that much cock down her throat. She slipped her mouth off of it. "Oh Daddy, I like! Your big dick tastes so good!" I looked back at Lana. "I mean, how is that not acting?" "Seriously? Look into her eyes, look at how she smiles ever time she takes a big drag of that dick." And I did. She had a point, Lacey looked like she was wrapped up in pleasure and lust, her eyes burning with desire. Every time she stuffed that dick in her mouth, she was clearly doing it of her own volition, and she kept going deeper and deeper without DeShawn even telling her to. The way she moved, the way she stared at this cock. It did really seem like she was having the time of her life. "Maybe she is enjoying it." "Maybe!?" Lana said increduously. "Obviously! She's having a blast! I can practically smell her pussy from here!" Wow, Lana had a dirty mouth. But the more I watched Lacey slobber over that cock, the more I came around to Lana's argument. Lacey did genuinely look like she was happy, like she could be no happier than to be on the receiving end of that big dick. "Ok, yeah, you're right. She is enjoying herself." "So let me get this straight," Lana lectured. "You said she was slutty for getting picked up by a guy on their first encounter, then bringing him back to her room and acting like she enjoyed giving him a sloppy BJ." She continued. "But now you're saying she's slutty for being horny and having the confidence and seductive skills to bag a hot guy with a big dick so that she could get her rocks off by enjoying his big fat dick?" "When you put it that way..." I sheepishly said. "But here's the bigger problem," she didn't let me continue. "It's the way you think of 'sluts'." "What do you mean?" "You say it like a slur, like it's the Scarlet Letter that labels a woman as less-than, as if she is somehow sub-human for the sexualized way she behaves." "I wouldn't go that far," I said. "I didn't mean it like that." "But correct me if I'm wrong - you and your guy friends think there's something wrong with a girl who acts 'slutty'." "Sort of." "Because you all think that she degrades herself by seeking out sexual pleasures for herself." "Umm..." "Because you think that there's something wrong with a girl who wants some dick and knows how to get it." "Well, I..." "Because you think she's submissive by taking the dick, rather than thinking she's powerful for knowing how to work a dick." "Ok, ok, I get it," I said, but she kept going. "Because you have no appreciation for a woman's pleasure. Because you think that by playing submissive, a slut is weak. Because you think that there's something wrong with turning guys on and getting their cocks hard with the way you look or behave. Because you think there's something wrong with enjoying the attention of men. Because you think sluts hate when men whistle and them or comment on their appearance." Wow, she was locked and loaded and firing everything she had at me. But somehow, through it all, her words were sinking in. Maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe I didn't understand a woman's pleasure. Maybe I thought that the one being fucked was the weaker one. Maybe I thought there was something wrong with flirting and turning guys on. Maybe I didn't understand that you could enjoy the male gaze. "Because you don't understand how much fun it can be to be a slut," Lana said, completing her speech. "You're right," I surrendered. "I don't understand." "The core issue here is that you think the word 'slut' is an insult." I did, or at least now I used to. "But I don't think it is. I think it's a compliment." Had she not just schooled me, and had we know just been watching Lacey act like the queen of all sluts, I may have smirked in disagreement. But I was so pliable now, turned on by the sex show in front of us and Lana's seductive way of teaching. She had an undeniable pull to her, almost magical, that could get me to say or do or think anything. That's the power she had as a sexy confident girl. Oh hey, I guess that's what she was talking about all along. She was a girl who used her sex appeal to reel me in and put me in this position, and I was helpless to stop it. "It's a compliment to be called a slut. It means you are sexy. It means you can use your sex appeal to flirt with men to get them to do what you want. It means you're in complete control of your body and can use it to seduce and get pleasure from and give pleasure to men." She was making sense. "It means that all the world knows that you possess a raw sexual power. It means that you can get men to think that they're the powerful one and you're the submissive one, all while you get to enjoy their big cock." I was lulled by her words, drawn into them and enraptured. "Can you think of anyone more compelling than a slut? Men want to be with her, women are jealous of her. She gets to have a heightened sexual life and get satisfaction when and where she wants it. I mean, yes, she sometimes can't help but say 'yes' to anyone who asks, but does that matter? After all, she still gets to enjoy that cock? Who cares if the guy thinks he's macho for getting her on his dick?" She had a point. We made such a fuss about being hard to get, about protecting your sexuality. But why did it matter? A slut broke beyond this narrow thinking, she knew that pleasure is pleasure, and that submission could be power. Those last words slipped my mouth as I thought them. "Submission can be power," I unwittingly said out loud. Lana kissed me again, hard. Wow. She broke the kiss and stared back into my eyes. "Yes Bri, submission can be power." She continued staring at me, pulling me into her irresistible orbit. "Do you still think being a slut is a bad thing?" "No," I responded. "No, what?" she said. "No, Lana?" I said, not sure what she wanted. "Exactly," she said, appreciating that I responded using her name. Maybe she just liked hearing me respond that way. "Do you think that it's a bad thing that sluts enjoy cock so much?" "No, Lana," I said, knowing how she wanted her response. "Do you think there's anything wrong with a slut who flirts with guys to get to their nice cocks?" "No, Lana." "Now look at Lacey," she said. And we both did, watching as she continued sucking away at DeShawn's fat cock. "Do you think there's anything wrong with what Lacey's doing? "No, Lana." "Do you think she's having the time of her life worshiping that big cock?" "Yes, Lana," And she really did. Even though were were whispering, I believe that even if we yelled she wouldn't hear, she was so wrapped up in sucking that cock. "Do you think she's getting pleasure in sucking dick?" "Yes, Lana," It was obvious, she was moaning so loud that I was worried others would come up to investigate. Only someone who was enjoying herself would sound like that. Those were real moans, not for show. "Are you curious about her pleasure?" I looked at Lana quizzically. "Do you wonder what she feels like now? What that pleasure of sucking dick feels like? After all, she seems to be so happy right now." That...that was a weird question. I hadn't consciously thought of that before. I mean, earlier I thought she was faking it, but now watching her enjoy herself I guess I was curious. What sort of pleasure could she take in taking a dick down her throat? It seemed like such hard work, but she made it seem so easy, so...well, fun. The only logical conclusion was that sucking dick gave her lots of pleasure. "I...I guess I do," I responded. "Of course you do. Why wouldn't you? Remember, this is just about facts and conclusions, isn't it? Fact: Having sex with guys is pleasurable. Conclusion: Girls search for guys with big dick to give them pleasure." The logic held up. "So let's keep going. Fact: Lacey is having the time of her life sucking that big cock. Conclusion: Sucking big cock is fun." Ok, sure, yeah that was hard to deny with what was going on in front of our eyes. "It's not hard to see, Bri. Getting the chance to play with a big cock is incredibly fun for sluts." "I see that now," And I really did. Somehow the education that Lana was imparting on me was easier to grasp than any class I took in high school. I wasn't a good student back then, but now I felt like I was a natural at these lessons. "Then let's continue. We've established that big dicks can give girls so much pleasure, especially through blowjobs, and therefore sluts are on the hunt for big dick. You know what, though, it doesn't have to be as big a dick as DeShawn's. After all, most guys aren't hung like him." I certainly wasn't. But I didn't bring that up to her then. "And nor do they have to be," Lana said. Well that was a relief to hear, because otherwise she would be in for a huge disappointment when she saw what I was packing, or rather, not packing. "Cocks give pleasure, plain and simple. I mean, sure, big cocks give more pleasure. It's an obvious correlation we all know: bigger is better. And in this case, bigger gives more pleasure. You know that, right?" If the girls in porn were telling the truth, then I couldn't deny that. I mean, generally bigger is definitely better so it made sense that in this case it would be true. Plus, I don't think Lacey would be enjoying herself as much on my little weenie as much as she was on DeShawn's monstrosity, which after all her tongue-bathing must have measured 10.5 inches with a bulbous tip. "So I'll go on. Fact: Sluts get lots of pleasure from cocks. Conclusion: Cocks give pleasure." That was an interesting one. I hadn't before thought of cocks as generous donors of pleasure. Usually I just imagined that a guy needed to get his rocks off and did so by fucking a girl. I barely gave any thought to how it made girls feel. I mean, I definitely saw how pornstars climaxed in their scenes. But again, I thought that was all for show. It was all about the guys fucking the shit out of them before cumming on their face or body or in their mouths. After all, didn't most porn scenes end with the cumshot? That must have signified that it was all about the guy's pleasure and the girl as the one who was needed to give it to him. But maybe Lana had a point. It was clear to see that Lacey was enjoying herself by sucking DeShawn off. And he was barely doing anything. I mean, this whole time he barely said a word except a grunt or moan of encouragement when Lacey throated him. It's not like in the movies when the guy tosses the girl around fucking her every which way making her moan. This was all about two things: Lacey and the big cock. So what Lana said had to be true, cocks give pleasure. "Yeah, that...that makes sense." "Of course it does, sweetie! Just look at how much pleasure it's giving Lacey!" Again, her logic was rock solid, almost as rock solid as that big black dick in front of us. "Remind me, what was the last conclusion we said?" she asked me. "Cocks give pleasure," I repeated reflexively. "Oh yes," a smile on her face. Clearly she pretended like she forgot so I had to say that. What a tart. I couldn't help but smile back at her, admiring her wiles. "Ok, then, back to the lesson. Fact: As you said, cocks give pleasure. And as we already know, girls search for cock to get that pleasure. So a conclusion we can draw from that is that more cocks equals more pleasure." That just seemed like obvious arithmetic. "I mean, it's not a difficult concept to understand," Lana said. "If cocks give pleasure then why wouldn't more of them give more pleasure? After all, it was obvious that bigger cock gives more pleasure, so more of them should too." "Yeah, that makes sense." "Yes, Bri! You're such a natural at sex." Wow, that was quite the compliment. I was so happy that she approved of me. "Now, good. We know that cocks give pleasure, girls search for big cocks to give them pleasure, and that bigger cocks and lots of cocks give more pleasure. So let's get back to the heart of the matter. You tried to shame Lacey for getting DeShawn to sleep with her the minute they met." "I did, and I know I was wrong," I responded. "I'm glad you see that now. But let's get to why you're wrong. Lacey used her feminine ways to draw DeShawn in. She wanted pleasure and knew that he had a big cock that could give her lots of pleasure, and now she's on her hands and knees receiving that pleasure. So is she a slut?" "No, I mean yes, I mean no," All these mental twists and turns, I didn't know what the right answer was. "Oh sweetie, just say the truth." I didn't hesitate. "Yes, she's a slut." "But that means something else to you now, doesn't it?" she asked. "Yes, Lana," Wow, it's like she had me re-programmed. "And how so?" "It's sort of impressive. She knew what she wanted and she got it. And now she's reaping the rewards." "Yes, Bri! Oh sweetie, you're catching on. We're gonna have some fun here at Big U together!" I really hoped so! "Ok, then, last lesson. If cocks give pleasure and great sluts get big cock, and Lacey got the big cock using her skills as a slut...isn't that pretty impressive?" "Yeah, it kind of is." When she said it like that, it made sense. I mean, we praise Wall Street bankers for chasing big profits and applaud them when they do. We admire athletes for working hard to win a trophy and we all celebrate when they win it. It was kind of the same with sluts. "I see those wheels inside your head turning. Tell me what's going on in that cute little head of yours." So I told her, "I guess you could compare sluts to powerful people that society praises. Like businessmen who work hard to strike it big. We all admire Silicon Valley guys for working hard to get what they want. We admire athletes for wanting to win a championship and working hard at it, and then throw parades when they do. It doesn't seem too different, I guess." "What a breakthrough! Yes, honey, that's so right! It's a problem with how society views things. Sports championships don't have inherent value, but we as a society say they do so we celebrate athletes who win them. That's because we admire people who have the confidence and the determination to win, to get the prize." "Yeah, that's true. And it's not like the prize of a championship matters that much in the big scheme of things. Like, it doesn't really change that much." "Well, honey, you're not gonna survive long on the Big U campus with that kind of talk, I mean we love our sports here!" she laughed. "But you're onto the crux of this. Those championship rings are awesome, but they don't do much, right? It's about the determination and the willpower and the skill to win them." "Yeah, exactly." Wow, she was so good at arguments. She should be president or something. I was falling hard for her. "So what does that say about sluts?" she asked. I thought about it for a minute. But then it hit me like a lightning bolt. "It's about getting what you want! Having the independence to know what you want and having the skill and determination to get it." "Yes, Brit!" There it was with the 'Brit' thing again, but I was on a roll. "And that's what sluts have. They want cock because it gives them pleasure. And they have their aims high, trying to get bigger and more cocks. And they win them using all the skills in the book." "Yes! Yes!" She said, almost loud enough for Lacey and DeShawn to hear. "But there's something different about this game," she said. "Because unlike sports or business, the reward is different, isn't it? The reward is pleasure. And where a championship ring is just a hunk of rock that rusts, and titles like CEO sound impressive but can weigh you down, there's something different about what sluts get from winning cocks." "Pleasure," I said, unprompted. "Yes Brit, yes. You can't take that away. What Lacey is getting now is undeniable, irreplaceable and ethereal. Like you said, cocks give pleasure." Well, technically she said that first but I guess I did said it after. "And back when you shamed her for being a slut, you said Lacey would develop a reputation if people found out she was so easy, didn't you?" "Yes, Lana." "So re-examine that now. She wants big cocks, she loves the pleasure they give her, so she wants bigger and more cocks. So now she gets a reputation as a slut who'll sleep around. What does that get her?" I didn't even have to think. "More cocks," I said. Lana arched her eyebrow, "So maybe she WANTS that reputation? Maybe she knows that such a reputation will draw those big juicy cocks in to give her what she wants." My mind was turned upside down. "Pretty impressive, right?" I had to admit, it was. "If that's not something to admire, then I don't know what is," Lana said. "Yeah, you're right." "So I guess you could say you admire Lacey, wouldn't you?" In one night, I felt like I had been completely mixed up in the head, my previous biases and beliefs shaken up by this mysterious and seductive woman. But now it was obvious, she spoke the truth. I clearly had been sheltered throughout my life and was now seeing the world for what it was. I'd never look at a woman...and I guess a cock (would I see more of them?), the same again. "Yes, Lana. I...I admire Lacey." "Good, Brit. Good. Remember, it was your words that said it best..." Lana paused. "Submission is Power." She slowly closed the door, with my last sight of Lacey hovering above DeShawn's cock, ready to insert it into your pussy. Her eyes were closed, but even if they weren't she probably would be so focused on that big cock under her to notice Lana shutting the door. And we stayed there, falling asleep to the sounds of Lacey getting the fucking of a lifetime, her moans almost shaking the walls. What a way to start college... ___________ To be continued in Chapter 2. The more you like and comment and send me messages, the faster that chapter 2 will come out! I want to hear every thought! I love the emails that fans send! XOXO LatinaRita4