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Victoria’s Adventures
Chapter 2
First Day of School
The following is a work of fiction and intended for mature audiences. Please do not repost without the author’s permission.
Victoria sat in her car in the parking lot of Sappho College. Today was supposed to be a new start, but instead it felt like her past. Last evening she had laid out a conservative navy blue dress complete with long sleeves, a high collar and a hem that reached past her knees. This morning, after her shower, what she found was a completely different outfit. She had searched her closet and her drawers but every other item of clothing had been removed from her room. It was her foster sister or maybe even her foster mother, no doubt, they just would not let her make this new start.
She supposed it could have been worse as she remembered the day in high school that she was forced to wear nothing but a body stocking to school. At least this outfit didn’t leave her ass and pussy exposed to the world. Still it was a lot more revealing then she liked. The spandex like white dress was short, just reaching a few inches below her crotch. Sitting in the car, the material sprung up, almost exposing her sheer peach colored tong. The top of the dress was an inverted V that left her sides and back completely bare. It was held in place by a white collar of material that clasped around her neck. From throat to belly was an open, diamond shape that exposed most of her belly and her ample cleavage. The small strips of material that covered her breasts was so sheer that you could just make out her nipples and pink areoles. If her nipples hardened there would be no hiding them in this outfit. Of course, with this dress design wearing a bra would have looked ridicules. The white three inch high heels just served to accent her naked legs and forced her hips to sway as Victoria tried to maintain her balance.
Victoria had gone so far as to stop at the mall store where she worked. She had hoped to buy a new outfit. Thankfully she had surveyed the store from a distance before entering. The manager Wanda was on duty. Wanda would have taken great pleasure in assisting Victoria find a new outfit and in the end, Victoria would have wound up in some sort of humiliating act and missed classes completely.
Now sitting in her car she had only two choices. Give up on the idea of school and drive home or push on and hope for the best. She was, after all, a fashion design major, so perhaps her attire would be viewed as that of a progressive designer. Determined to make this work she pulled her schedule from her purse and reviewed her first day –
Human Form in Art 11:00 a.m. – Ms. Wilson, Room 069
Gym – noon – Ms Knapp, Gymnasium
Cultural Studies (The Black Experience) – 1:50 pm – Ms Jones, Room 010
Her first class began in thirty minutes and she still needed to stop by the office and pick up her financial aid paperwork. Victoria took a deep breath and let it out. She swung open her door and stepped out of the car. A cool autumn breeze pushed passed her. The air easily cut through the thin material of her dress and she felt her nipples stiffen. She slung her purse over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest and made her way to the school’s entrance.
She had expected to be met by warmth when she entered the building. The air conditioner was still set for summer and the air was as chilly inside as it had been outside. She shivered slightly as she walked down the hall towards the main office. Her high heels clicked loudly on the tile floor drawing the attention of several groups of students gathered in the hall. They all turned and watched as Victoria cautiously maneuvered in the heels. To on lookers, however, her cautious steps looked more like a seductive swagger and her soft gyrations drew equal looks of lust and envy.
Victoria entered the office and was greeted by a small, elderly woman who was arranging papers on the counter.
“Hello young lady,” the woman said cheerfully.
“Hi,” Victoria replied.
“How can I help you?”
“I’m Victoria, I’m new here and I need to pick up some financial aid paperwork.”
“Of course, come over to my desk and I will pull it all together for you, my name is Agnes, by the way.”
“Thank you Agnes, I appreciate the help, I feel a bit lost.”
“Oh not to worry, I’ve been helping new girls here at the school for over thirty years.”
Victoria followed the strange little woman behind the counter to a small desk in the center of the room. Agnes sat in her chair and motioned for Victoria to stand next to her.
“Now the first thing I will need is to see some identification.”
Victoria hesitated. To retrieve her license she would have to take her arms away from her breasts. She knew the cold air would instantly raise her nipples and embarrass both the old lady and herself. Agnes gave her a funny look.
“Is there a problem Ms. Victoria?”
“Um, no not at all,” Victoria said as she removed her purse from her shoulder and set the bag on the desk. She leaned over slightly hoping to hide her stiffened nipples. She found her wallet and removed the license, setting it down in front of Agnes. The old woman gave it only a cursory glance and then took hold of Victoria’s purse and set it on the floor.
“I’ll just set it there so we have room to work,” Agnes said indicating the purse. “Now here are the forms you will need for the financial aid, just return them to me when complete.”
“Thank you, I will.”
“I also need you to sign these forms for enrollment.” Agnes produced a half inch stack of papers and set them before her on the desk.”
“No problem,” said Victoria. “I’ll return them to you as soon as I’m done.”
“Oh, I’m afraid not deary. These need to be signed by you and witnessed before you begin classes so you’ll need to take care of them now.”
“Okay,” Victoria said, but she glanced at the clock worried that she would be late to her first class.
“What am I signing,” she asked.
“Oh the usual stuff for enrollment, insurance, conduct, nothing to worry about really.”
Victoria picked up a pen and reached for the stack of papers. The old woman’s boney hand took hold of hers.
“I need to witness, and my eyes aren’t as good as they used to be, be a dear and sign them where they are please.”
Victoria, flustered over the time this was taking, decided not to point out that she would need to stretch across the desk to sign the papers.
“Just scoot over next to me and you should be fine,” Agnes said as if reading her mind.
Victoria did as she was told. Agnes pushed the pile a little further across the desk and smiled, “My near vision isn’t what it used to be.”
Victoria leaned forward to reach the forms. She felt uncomfortably exposed in this position as the skirt slid a few inches up her thighs. Her breasts dangled over the desk as the cool air worked her nipples into hard little rocks. The material rubbing against them created a warm stir between her legs, but she forced herself to focus on the task. The forms had several X’s where she needed to either sign or print her name. There was so much and so little time that she did not even look at the content of the pages.
When she reached the bottom of the third page Agnes reached under her right arm.
“You missed one,” the woman indicated by pointing to an X mark at the top of the page.
Agnes pulled her hand back, but not completely. The old wrinkled hand hovered just below Victoria’s breasts. As Victoria continued to sign the pages, she became aware of the heat from Agnes’ hand on her nipple. Several times she imagined the woman had rubbed her breast with the back of her hand.
“Impossible,” Victoria thought. “This is an old administrator, not some pervert.”
Still the sensations returned and it became distracting to the young girl. Victoria was grateful when she saw that there were only a few pages left in the pile.
“You know,” Agnes said, “you girls, today, have such nice fabrics for your clothes. When I was your age all we had was wool.”
Victoria did not respond. Her nipples felt stiff and itchy and the warm sensation in her pussy had become almost a throb.
“For example, look at how soft and sheer this beautiful dress is,” Agnes continued. “Why it is almost like silk.” Agnes boldly took Victoria’s left breast in her hand. She hefted it, feeling the weight and firmness.
“Uhh,” Victoria moaned. The unexpected contact sent a shiver through her.
Agnes slowly drew her fingers down Victoria’s breast. When she reached the stiff nipple, she held it in three fingers.
“Yes, feels just like silk,” Agnes said as she rolled the nipple between her thumb and two fingers. Victoria’s body gave a slight spasm as she stood frozen. Agnes continued to pull and twist Victoria’s nipple.
“Of course, there isn’t a lot of material here, now is there. A young lady could almost pop right out of this top.” Agnes released Victoria’s nipple and quickly pulled aside the material exposing Victoria’s breast.
“Oh my, this is almost as silky as the dress,” the old woman cooed as she stroked and needed Victoria’s breast.
Victoria’s mind swirled from the lovely sensation. She forgot that she was standing in an office and did not notice that several students were watching through the glass office walls. Agnes continued to stroke her breast and play with her rock hard nipple.
“Please finish signing the forms,” she said to Victoria. In a daze, Victoria scribbled out her name on the last page. The slight spasms had become shudders as Victoria approached orgasm. Agnes gave a final tug on the nipple and then removed her hand and abruptly stood up.
“Thank you Ms. Victoria, that’s all I need, you may go to your class now.” Victoria heated to the point of near orgasm barely heard the woman.
“Ms. Victoria, I said you may go,” Agnes said sternly. The tone brought Victoria back and she straightened up. Agnes reached over and unceremoniously pulled Victoria’s top back into place. She placed a hand on the young girl’s naked back and directed her to the door.
“Here is your purse; your first class is just down the hall on the right. Have a nice day and remember to bring back those forms.”
Still slightly dazed Victoria nodded and walked down the hall. When she reached her classroom, the other students were already seated. Fear of the punishment for tardiness cleared her mind as she entered the classroom.
“And you are?” Ms. Wilson asked with a smile as Victoria entered the classroom.
“Hi, I’m Victoria.
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Victoria, please come in and find a seat.”
The only unoccupied seat was in the front center row. Victoria carefully made her way across the tile floor, hopeful that she did not fall in her heels. Ms. Wilson and the students silently watched the seductive swing of her hips. All eyes remained on Victoria as she attempted to sit without her skirt rising any further up her thighs.
Ms. Wilson was a breathtaking woman at thirty five. Her long red hair fell in soft locks around her face and shoulders. She had mischievous green eyes and her long slender fingers were tipped with equally long manicured nails. She wore a pair of dark, hip hugger jeans, a green cashmere sweater and black, leather boots. Her five foot, seven inch body was lithe and athletic and she carried herself with an air of confidence reserved for women who experienced no dislikes for their bodies.
“Ladies, I am very excited about this year’s special course in the Human Form in Art. I would assume everyone here is either an art or fashion major?”
Everyone shook their heads in affirmation.
“Excellent. There is nothing as beautiful as the human body. It is in itself natures most unique and lovely art. This is especially true of the female form. Magazines and television would have us believe that there are only certain bodies that are beautiful, but in truth, all sizes, shapes, and colors are beautiful. Do you know how I know this?”
The students shook their heads.
“Would anyone care to guess?”
“Victoria, have you ever looked at porn on the internet?”
Victoria turned bright red, but did not respond.
“Now don’t be shy, you can tell the truth, you have, haven’t you.”
Victoria nodded in agreement and someone behind her whispered, “slut.”
“What kind of porn have you looked at?”
“Um…I d-don’t know.”
“You don’t know? I don’t believe you. Come share with the group.”
“Different kinds, you know men…and sometimes women.”
“Have you ever looked at lesbian porn?”
“I-I guess a few times.”
“Pamela, how about you? Have you ever looked at lesbian porn?” Pamela was a small girl at about five foot one. Her short brown hair hung in her face and Victoria noticed that she was wearing a long blue crew neck shirt that she held tightly at her naked thighs.
“Pamela, have you?” The small girl nodded her head but continued to look down at her desk.
“Have you ever masturbated to lesbian porn, Pamela?
Victoria was shocked by the question. Ms. Wilson still smiled, but it seemed false. She stared at Pamela with her green eyes, like a cat watching a mouse.
“Have you?” she repeated.
Pamela heard something in Ms. Wilson’s voice that made the girl look up. Her eyes pleaded with the teacher not to insist but Ms. Wilson remained starring at the girl, one hand on her outthrust hip. A girl sitting behind Pamela reached forward and grabbed hold of the blue shirt. She slowly began to pull and Pamela reestablished her firm grip on the material.
“Y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Y-yes I’ve masturbated to lesbian porn.” There were snickers from the rest of the students.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of Pamela. The female body is beautiful. And there are millions of people on line every day looking at pictures and movies of naked women. But here is the most telling thing of all. The most popular type of nudity is amateur. You see men and women prefer to see a variety of forms and figures. Not just the magazine stuff, not just the size zero models. Although they too are beautiful, the truth is all forms of naked humans are beautiful.”
The students nodded in agreement.
“That is the subject of our class this semester; to study and discuss the human form in and as a part of art. Since this class is a requirement for both art and fashion majors we will pay specific attention to both those fields of study. And the best part is our students will serve as our models.”
Victoria was overjoyed to finally be in a classroom where the material sounded interesting. For the moment she had forgotten about her revealing dress and her run in with Agnes.
“My plan was to begin with photography, but seeing Victoria in her lovely dress I think this is a great opportunity to discuss fashion and the female form.” Victoria shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She did not want to be the center of attention in such a revealing outfit.
“The primary function of clothing is to cover and protect our bodies from the elements. But, of course, that is not the only purpose. Clothing also serves to tell the world about who we are, to enhance are beauty and to attract potential mates. In fact, the best clothing can make otherwise nonsexual aspects of our bodies sexual. Victoria, if you would please come to the front of the room.”
Victoria looked around, hoping Ms. Wilson was not referring to her. Ms. Wilson, however, approached and took her by the hand and pulled her from the chair.
“Take for example this outfit that Victoria is wearing.” She turned Victoria away from the students.
“Notice the open back,” Ms. Wilson said as she ran her hand along Victoria’s bare skin.
“Ordinarily a back is not sexual, but when exposed in a different setting, such as a classroom, it has a much different effect.” Ms. Wilson squatted besides Victoria.
“Now also notice the high heels, see the way they cause her calves to flex, accenting the tone of her legs?” Ms. Wilson ran her hand over Victoria’s leg and slowly slid upwards towards the girl’s thigh. “See how the line continues up the thigh all the way to her ass?”
Ms. Wilson stood up again but did not let Victoria turn around. “The designer also used a very thin material. This forces the wearer to either wear a tong or nothing at all” Ms. Wilsons hand slowly rubbed Victoria’s behind.
“The secret to holding such a short dress in place is the material inside the dress. You see,” she said as she pulled the dress over Victoria’s ass, “ on the inside here, this silky yet stretchy material serves to hug the form so that it not only covers for function, but accents for look.”
Victoria was flushed. Here on her first day of school and her ass was exposed to the entire classroom. Ms. Wilson was absently stroking her naked ass and the effect caused a tingling in Victoria’s pussy and nipples. Ms. Wilson’s hand slid further down and one finger slid partially between her thighs. Victoria tired to listen to the lecture, but her mind raced with thoughts of sex. Abruptly she was spun around to face the class, her dress still hiked up over her ass.
“The front is where the real work of art takes place. Notice first the way the material around the neck looks like a collar, giving the owner a submissive appearance. Are you a submissive Victoria?” Ms. Wilson smiled her cat after a mouse smile again, but did not wait for a response.
“Also see how much flesh is exposed, especially the sides of the breasts.” Ms Wilson slid her slender hand down the front of Victoria’s chest, her long nails tracing each exposed mound. Victoria shivered with pleasure and her eyes slowly closed.
“You can also see that the designer choose a sheer material for the bosom area and Victoria choose to highlight that by not wearing a bra. You can just make out her areoles under the material. Can you all see them?” Ms Wilson slowly traced the outline with the pad of her index finger. First the right breast and then she repeated the movement on Victoria’s left breast.
“The only problem with this design is a modest woman might be embarrassed if her nipples were to harden. Watch how noticeable they become.” Ms. Wilson used her long finger nails to gently flick Victoria’s right nipple. It responded immediately, stiffening under the assault and pushing out against the material.
“Ahh, uhhh” Victoria moaned as Ms. Wilson switched her attention to the other nipple.
“Victoria has very stiff nipples when they are excited. Can everyone see them?” She took one between her thumb and index finger and pulled firmly. Victoria shuddered and almost came in front of the entire class.
The long nails continued to dance down to her naked belly.
“The bottom hem is short enough to expose the thighs, but still long enough to cover the more intimate parts.” Ms. Wilson was squatting again, her hand rested on Victoria’s inner thigh.
“The observer clearly understands that the material, while providing coverage, also is easily moved aside when the time or opportunity arises.” Ms. Wilson slid her hand up Victoria’s thigh, pushing the material higher and higher until her sheer peach tong was exposed to the classroom.
“Even the panties serve to delight our visual senses. Notice the sheer material gives you a clear outline of Victoria’s lips, but provides enough coverage to maintain some anticipation of what’s beneath.” Ms. Wilson used the pad of her finger to trace Victoria’s slit. Victoria could not help the instinctive thrust of her hips towards the seductive finger.
A second hand slid around and firmly squeezed Victoria’s ass. The teacher used the nail on her middle finger to tickle Victoria’s slit. Victoria felt her clit hardening as it stretched towards the invader. Ms. Wilson continued to gently coax Victoria love button from hiding. When Victoria’s clit was fully erect and pushing out, the teacher gave it a few light strokes and then stood up again.
The faces of the students were flush with desire. They had watched the entire display in silence, hoping for more. There was a soft moan of disappointment when it appeared the demonstration was over.
“Now the better part of fashion, once the design is complete, is the choice of colors. It may seem simple enough, but a designer must match the best shades with her design. And of course the purchaser must match the best color to their own skin tone. As a designer you must decide on a choice of colors based on your intended purchaser. Most designer use models with varying skin tones to make their choice. Victoria has a very creamy and even skin tone. The primary colors will probably look great on her, but pastels might not work. So she will make a great color model, but we also need a second with a darker skin tone.”
Ms. Wilson looked around briefly.
“Pamela you have a nice olive tone, please come up to the front.”
Pamela looked up from her desk with an expression of panic.
“Please, not me Ms. Wilson.”
“Would you prefer an ‘f’ for the day Pamela?” The pleasant voice was replaced with a sharp tone.
“N-no.”
“Then come up here,” Ms. Wilson said pointing at the floor with a long red nail.
Victoria’s over active sex had calmed and she pulled her skirt back down as Pamela rose from her seat. The girl was holding the short shirt down below her panties with both hands. She was short, but curvy her olive toned thighs were a little chubby but had a voluptuous shape. She held the shirt so tightly that it outlined her b sized breast and it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her puffy nipples were also outlined by the shirt.
“Pamela, where are your pants?”
At first Victoria has assumed that the little girl was wearing a short skirt, but when Pamela reached the front of the class it was evident that she only wore a shirt.
“They took them from me.”
“Who took them from you?”
At first Pamela was just silent, and then softly she whispered, “Abby and Jen.”
“Abby, is this true?” Abby was an athletic blond in running pants and a white tee shirt with ‘Captain’ printed over the left breast. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she held her hands out in response to Ms. Wilson’s question.
“Jen, did you?” Ms. Wilson asked a tall red haired girl in an identical pair of running pants and white tee.
“Oh Ms. Wilson we were just fooling around with her. We’re gonna give them back at gym.”
“Well where are her pants right now.”
“They’re in my gym locker.” Abby broke her silence to respond.
“Really girls, you know how sensitive Pamela is, why must you embarrass her?”
“We’re sorry, Ms. Wilson,” the two said in unison and then laughed.
“Besides,” Jen continued, “Pammy knows we love her.”
Listening to the exchange, Victoria made a mental note to avoid these two. These were the exact types of girls who had made her high school years such a distraction. With Pamela now the center of attention, Victoria slowly made her way back to her seat.
“Hold on Victoria, I still need you for the demonstration. Please remain where you were.”
Victoria stopped, dreading being in front of the class. So far she narrowly avoided one orgasm and did not like the idea of any further modeling.
“So ladies, what we want to practice today, are matching fabric color to skin tone. We have our two models, Victoria and Pamela. What I want you to do is split into two groups, six in each and spend the duration on the class determining which color schemes goes best with your model’s skin tone.
Ms. Wilson took a clipboard from her desk and wrote Victoria across the top and underneath that wrote ‘light cream tone’. She handed the clipboard to Victoria and then picked up a second and wrote, ‘Pamela – olive toned’.
“In the back of the room are several bins of silk in a variety of colors and tones. Matching them against your model you should categorize at least fifteen different colors and make notes on how they work with the skin tone of your model. Understood?”
The girls nodded their heads.
“Abby you are in charge of the Victoria group and Jen you are in charge of the Pamela group. The rest of you can evenly divide in each group. This will count as a quiz grade so take it seriously. I have to run to see Ms. Pendleton, so when you are finished put the fabrics back and then leave your results on the desk.”
“Don’t worry,” Abby said, “we’ll do a great job on these models.”
Ms. Wilson smiled at Abby, “I wish I could stay and watch.”
“Jen and I will stop by your office at lunch and fill you in.”
“Perfect. Now get to work girls you only have thirty minutes left.” Ms. Wilson grabbed a file off her desk, handed the Pamela clipboard to Jen and left the room.
“Okay girls, you heard her, let’s get started,” Abby said immediately taking leadership of the other students.
The experience wasn’t as bad as Victoria had expected. Although Pamela looked miserable standing in the center of her group, Victoria thought everyone was very nice. They held various colored fabric against her skin and everyone commented as to whether or not the color worked for her. Abby seemed very nice and she even complimented Victoria on her dress.
Ten minutes into the project Jen called out from her group.
“Hey Abby, this is kind of hard to do.”
“How so?” A little alarm went off in Victoria’s head. The tone of the conversation sounded staged and it reminded her of something, though she couldn’t recall it.
“Well we’re supposed to match the colors to their skin tone right?”
“Yeah.”
“Pammy is wearing this navy blue so it’s kind of hard to figure out if the color works with her skin tone or if it is the blue in the shirt.”
“Yes, we are having the same issue. Victoria’s white dress is lighter than her skin, plus everything goes with white.”
“So we could be getting this all wrong and we’ll wind up with an ‘f’ on this assignment.”
“Damn, you’re right, what should we do?”
Paula, a dark skinned girl from India spoke up, “Make them strip.”
A chatter of agreement went through the groups. Pamela remained still with her head down, hiding her pretty face. Victoria panicked.
“No, that’s not a good idea.”
“Oh come on, Victoria, It won’t bother a girl like you to be naked,” Abby smiled.
“No, really, please I don’t want to.”
“Why, we all saw the way you reacted to Ms. Wilson, besides it’s not like we’re gonna do anything to you.”
“Please…don’t.”
“Jen and I saw you this morning with Agnes. You didn’t seem to mind her touching your breasts.” Abby reached out and cupped Victoria’s tit. She ran her thumb across the thin material and Victoria’s nipple betrayed her by stiffening.
“See, you like it.”
“Ahh, d-d-don’t please.”
“Okay girls,” Abby called out, “strip them.”
Jen’s group went to work on Pamela. They pulled the shirt from her tight grip and then yanked it over her head. Underneath she wore a pair of dark blue ‘boy shorts’ panties and these too were quickly stripped from her. Victoria got a full look at the curvy little naked pixy. She had puffy rose colored nipples and even her clean shaven pussy lips were puffy. Everyone in Jen’s group softly stroked Pamela’s body; there was no pretense of matching colors to her skin.
Jen stood behind Pamela and brought her hands under the girl’s arms until she had a breast in each hand.
“Watch this everyone,” she said as she began to stroke Pamela’s breasts from base to nipple.
As she reached the nipples she gave each a gentle pull and twist. She repeated the motion, over and over, and Pamela laid her head back on Jen’s chest. Her knees grew weak and she began to shake.
Jen kept a consistent rhythm as she softly milked Pamela’s breast. The Indian girl cupped Pamela’s sex, tickling the puffy lips with her finger. A soft moan escaped Pamela and Victoria felt her own sex growing wet.
‘Wait, not yet,” Jen said, “just watch this, it’s unbelievable.”
The Indian girl removed her hand, but the girls continued to stroke Pamela’s naked body.
Jen worked the breasts, now taking a firmer grip. Pamela’s hips slowly swayed and a fine layer of perspiration covered her body. It gave her skin a silky glow and added lubrication to Jen’s milking.
Pamela’s hips moved a little faster and her breathing increased. Jen twisted and pulled Pamela’s nipples harder.
“Are you gonna cum?” Jen said and then softly blew in Pamela’s ear. Pamela shook with an orgasm; Jen continued to milk the small girl’s breasts.
“Ugg, uggg, uggg, ahhhh,” Pamela quivered and moaned.
“Oh my god, she came just by having her tits played with.”
“It’s great right. You can make her cum anywhere by doing this, even if her clothes are on.” Jen said still holding Pamela by the nipples. “And that was a small orgasm; you ought to see when you play with her pussy.”
Victoria was eager to see, she had forgotten about her own predicament.
“I want to see this one cum,” a pretty Asian girl named Mele said.
Abby quickly unsnapped the collar on Victoria’s dress. Hands reached out and stripped the dress from her body. The eager girls yanked off her panties and immediately the hands were on her soft body. Mele knelt down and rubbed her finger along Victoria’s lips.
“Shit, she is soaking wet already.” When the Asian girl stroked her clit Victoria exploded with an orgasm.
“Wow, she came.” Abby said amazed, since they had hardly touched the girl.
Hands and fingers worked Victoria’s sensitive breasts and nipples. They squeezed and pulled and twisted and Victoria felt another orgasm approaching. The Asian girl spread Victoria’s lips and furiously licked her clit. Victoria exploded a second time. Her body shook and quivered which simply increased the girl’s desire to bring her off again.
Victoria began to lose the strength in her legs. Abby slid a hand between Victoria’s cheeks. When she found the girl’s tight little anus she drove a finger into it.
“Ahhhhhh,” Victoria moaned. Abby began finger fucking Victoria’s ass, while a chubby girl with long blond hair took her turn at Victoria’s pussy. When two more girls replaced their hands with tongues and sucked at her nipples Victoria screamed with another orgasm.
“Uggg, Ahhh, ahhh, p-p-pleasssse n-no m-more, pleasssse.”
The girl’s were relentless. They had never seen anyone orgasm so quickly or so often. The blond between her legs thrust three fingers into Victoria, she expertly found the g-spot and applied pressure while she sucked and nipped Victoria’s clit.
A fourth orgasm racked Victoria’s body. Abby had knelt down behind Victoria and was probing the girl’s anus with her tongue.
Jen and her group had picked up Pamela. Jen on one side and the Indian girl on the other, each held Pamela by underneath the thigh. They supported her in a seated position by wrapping their free arms around the girl’s back. They carried her over to Victoria.
“Hey let’s see if Victoria can eat pussy,” Jen said.
They pushed Victoria onto her knees and then carried Pamela to her awaiting mouth. A leg over each of Victoria’s shoulders and they were able to get Pam’s pussy in position. Victoria tried to resist but the blond girl began stroking her hard clit and whispering, “go ahead honey and I’ll make you feel good.”
Resistance shattered, Victoria licked Pamela’s puffy wet pussy. The small curvy girl tasted sweet and fresh. Victoria was beyond humiliation as she began to lick and suck in earnest. Pamela thrashed above her in pleasure as Abby sucked one of her breast. Someone thrust a finger into her ass and fucked her with long, slow strokes. Below the blond pulled hard and fast on Victoria’s swollen clit and Victoria had another orgasm. Above her Pamela finally came, softly moaning and quivering. Somewhere a bell rang and suddenly the small pixie was pulled from Victoria’s shoulders. The hands disappeared and Victoria was left kneeling naked on the floor gasping for breath.
The girls all returned to their desks, collected their things and headed for the door.
“Hey you two, better get dressed and get moving, you’re going to be late for your next class,” Abby called out and then laughed.
Victoria pulled herself off the floor and found her dress and panties. As she was getting dressed she saw Pamela doing the same. The small girl looked at her shyly and said, “thank you.”
Victoria just nodded, dismayed that her first day at college seemed like high school all over again. She knew this morning’s revelation would spread. She could only hope that there would not be any repeats of this morning. She had just finished fixing her dress when the class began to fill with students. She made her way into the hall and wished she had time to freshen up before her next class, then remembering it was gym she decided it would not really matter. Making her way to the gym she figured it should go pretty smoothly since she had forgotten her shorts and tee shirt.
“Maybe I can just assist the coach or something.” Victoria thought.
End.
I want to thank everyone who provides feedback to these stories. This is a new genre for me and I am still finding my way through the nuances of erotic writing. Your input helps me make it more real and to improve the overall story line. I try to include story line requests, but I have to admit at times I am as much reading the story as writing it so I can’t make any promise to get in everything requested. In addition, these are Lesbian stories so it is highly unlikely I will include guys in the plot.(I’ll be doing that in a different story) I would love descriptive suggestions of females you’d like to see in the story or descriptions of their clothing as I sometimes struggle with both of these…or just enjoy the story line and I’ll muddle through on my own.
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