Well, this is my very
first attempt at writing a story of this nature, so I’m not sure how the pacing
is. But I’d like to think it’s not too bad, for a first try.
Mary sat on the edge of
the bed, staring at her surroundings. The dorm room was small - much smaller
than the large bedroom she'd had at home - but it was hers, and she knew she
was lucky to have gotten a private dorm room. Most freshmen at the college
didn't, after all. Her parents had only recently departed after getting her
settled in at college, leaving early, as it was a long drive back to her hometown.
She'd already unpacked everything, and now found herself at a bit of a loss.
Rising, she moved to
look into the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of her door.
Gazing back at her was the same old reflection as always, which almost seemed
odd. As if she should somehow look different, now that she was a college girl.
Standing at 5'4", Mary was a petite girl, with a slender waist, though the
curve of hips and breasts formed a pleasant hourglass shape. She had been an
early bloomer, chest developing before any of her classmates' had, and was
still more full than was average for most girls. Her hair hung in golden curls
to her waist, lustrous and thick, framing a pretty face with wide, liquid blue
eyes. She was dressed conservatively, black slacks hanging nicely upon hips and
legs, with a white blouse buttoned all the way to the throat, though it did
strain a bit at the bust, full breasts displaying the crucifix that hung there.
I still look like a little girl, she thought, though in some ways, the opposite
was true.
She was startled from
her reverie by a sudden knocking upon the door she faced, illicting a quiet
squeal of surprise from the eighteen year old. Trying to contain her surprise,
Mary fumbled for the knob and opened the door to peer out, finding herself staring
at a broad, masculine chest. She blinked, and looked up. Standing before her
was a young man of perhaps twenty or twenty-one. Standing tall at 6'4",
the sandy-haired youth possessed a hard, athletic build, and a charming smile
that made his warm brown eyes seem to twinkle.
"Mary
Roberts?" he asked, voice just a little husky.
"Um." Mary
found herself staring, and blushing at the same time. "I mean, yes. That's
me."
She found herself
looking at a hand thrust out towards her. "I'm Luke. Luke Davidson.. the
RA? Mind if I come in for a sec?"
Blinking, Mary took the
hand for a moment, then stepped back. To her surprise, Luke didn't release her
after the obligatory shake, keeping hold of her much smaller hand as he stepped
in and nudged the door shut behind him. "Thanks. I'm just doing the rounds
and introducing myself to the freshman. Getting a feel for who we've got this
year. You're last on the list.. though I must say, you're the prettiest."
He flashed that charming smile again.
Mary found herself blushing
more than before, cheeks going red. She backed away a little further, until she
found herself bumping up against the closet door. "Oh. Well.. thank
you.." she said. Somewhat to her chagrin, Luke moved forward as well,
releasing her hand to lean one arm up against the closet, next to her head.
Lowering his voice, Luke
murmured, "My room's just across the hall, actually. If there's anything
you need.. anything at all.. you can come knocking. No matter what the hour.
I'm here to make your time in Rothford House a pleasant one." He smiled,
then, leaning forward just a touch as he stared directly into her eyes. She was
still blushing, and it was a very appealing sight, indeed.
"I-I.. ah.. that's
very kind of you," Mary stammered, apparently unsure what to make of this.
It seemed Luke was going to have to be a little more direct, if he was going to
get what he wanted.
"Maybe you'd like
to come over tonight, Mary? Around ten? I'm sure there's a lot I could tell
you, to help you fit in better around here. Whatcha say, hmmm?"
Mary swallowed hard.
Luke's presence was making her feel a bit tingly inside, nipples hardening against
the bra she wore, accompanied by a strange little fluttering inside. She'd
never been around guys much before, owing to the fact that her parents had sent
her to a very strict all-girl's private school. "I.. um. Alright. I'd like
that." She couldn't believe she was actually speaking those words, but
they seemed to slip out before she could stop them.
"Great," Luke
replied, smile triumphant. He stepped back, though not without taking a moment
to brush his fingers against Mary's jaw line. "I'll see you then."
Turning, he slipped from the room, leaving a flustered Mary behind.
***
It was nearly ten
already. The hours had passed in a bit of a blur for Mary. She vaguely
remembered meeting some of the other people in the residence hall at dinner,
but it seemed distant. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Luke, remembering the
way he'd looked at her, how he smelled of subtle cologne as he stood so very
close to her. Once or twice, she even found herself wondering how his hands
might feel touching herself in other places, though she tried to put such
unwholesome thoughts from her mind.
It was almost time. She
quickly ran a brush through her hair one last time, then slipped out into the
hallway, and across it. There she paused for nearly a minute, heart hammering
inside her chest, before finally lifting her hand, and knocking lightly on the
door. It opened immediately, and Luke was before her, grinning. He took her
arm, and steered her into the room without a word, closing and locking the
door. He was behind her, now, so close she could feel him against her backside.
"Why don't you go have a seat? Chairs are a bit cluttered, so it'll have
to be the bed." Mary shivered, but did as requested, moving over and
perching on the bed's edge, ankles crossed.
Luke watched her from
the door, suppressing a smug expression. He could already feel himself
hardening, just from watching her. He'd picked her out as she arrived, singling
her from the crowd. There was always one in every year, innocent and malleable,
though they usually weren't as pretty as Mary. It was something of a wonder to
him that she'd managed to maintain such naiveté for so long.. but it would make
the conquest and corruption that much sweeter. Finally, after she'd settled, he
moved to stand in front of her. "So. I'm guessing this is all a little
confusing for you, Mary. No offense, but you seem a little out of place. I see
girls like you every year. I'd like to help you fit in. Would you like
that?" As expected, Mary nodded her head silently. Easy as taking candy
from a baby, he though. He could almost feel her tight little sex around
his cock, and barely suppressed a groan.
"Great. Now, you're
going to have to trust me. Do you trust me, Mary?" He waited for another
nod, and grinned, dropping into a crouch in front of her. "Good. You
should trust me. I'm here for you, Mary." He stared into those gorgeous
eyes of hers for a moment, then continued. "First thing, there's your
clothes. Girls around here don't dress anything like this." He seized her
hand, and pulled her to her feet, straightening himself and swinging her around
so that he stood behind her, both of them facing the mirror on the door.
Mary could feel him
again, brushing up against her, though there was a growing lump there, this
time. The tingling was back, nipples hardening, as a strange warmth seemed to
start between her legs. His hands were on her waist, tugging her blouse from
her pants. "I think we can do something with this. Here, I'll show
you." His hands moved up to just beneath her straining breasts, and found
the button there, undoing it, and then working down, until the blouse was held
closed only over her breasts, and at her throat. He gathered up the loose ends,
and tied them off at her midriff. "Like this," he murmured. "Only..
mm." His hands moved up, suddenly, and he undid the top three buttons as
well, revealing a generous glimpse of her full cleavage. "Better...
but..."
"But what?"
Mary asked, breathless now. She found herself wishing his hands would drift
down a little lower. Instead, they moved higher, to her shoulders, plucking at
the straps of her bra, through her shirt.
"This should go.
Girls around here don't wear them.. they're for little girls and old women.
Think you could take it off?" He grins, adding, "It's okay, really. You
can trust me."
Mary found her hands
moving to do as suggested, though she could hardly believe it. She untied the
blouse, then undid the remaining buttons, so that the blouse slid from her
shoulders, helped a bit by Luke's deft hands. She reached behind her,
unfastening the straps of her bra, and letting it slide free, though it was
caught by Luke before falling to the floor, even though his eyes were fixed on
the mirror. Mary's breasts were large, firm globes, capped in nipples of a dark
red, He'd never -seen- breasts like
these, outside of magazine pictures.
Mary started to reach
for her blouse again, finding herself flushed and shivering at the same time
from this exposure. Before she could reach it, though, she felt hands grabbing
her wrists, pulling them behind her back. "Not so fast," Luke's voice
whispered in her ear. Next thing she knew, cloth was winding around her wrists,
her bra used to bind them at the small of her back. Shocked, all she could do
was stare into the mirror, as Luke's hands came around, cupping her breasts.
"You need to relax, Mary," he was whispering. "I can help you
there, too." Thumbs were at her nipples, now, rubbing over the nubs,
joined by forefingers a moment later. Luke captured her nipples between them,
and started tugging, distending those nipples. "You want to relax, don't
you Mary?"
The feeling was like
nothing she'd ever experienced before. Strong hands, cupping her breasts.
Little sparks that seemed to shoot right down to her sex as her nipples were
first teased, then tugged gently as far
as they could stand. She heard a
mewling sound, and realized with a shock that it was coming from her. She knew
she should tell him to stop, but she just couldn't. All she could do was nod,
squirming against Luke's chest,
"Good girl,"
Luke purred in her ear. "Good Mary." His hand brushed at her hair
soothingly, then dropped to her waist. "I want you to see how beautiful
you are, Mary," he whispered, as fingers unfastened her pants, and slid them
down to her ankles, leaving her clad only in her panties and socks, now.
"Such a beautiful body. You should show it off more. " His hands
drifted up her legs, hooking into the waistband of her panties. "I want to
see all of it." And then, those too were gone, leaving her standing completely
naked in front of the mirror.
"So
beautiful," he half moaned behind her. Unable to stop himself, one hand
drifted between her thighs, fingertips brushing against the swollen lips of her
sex, feeling the dampness evident there. "You're all wet, Mary. Do you
know what that means? It means you're just like all the other girls, inside. A
slut." His fingers slid between her puffy lips, stroking expertly against
sensitive lips. "Do you know what we do to little sluts, Mary? Do
you?" He paused, and then sharpened his voice when she didn't speak right
away. "Answer me, Mary!"
She should be scared..
her hands were already tied securely, and this man she'd just met had her naked
and vulnerable. She knew she should fear this.. but all Mary felt was arousal.
Whimpering, she shook her head, quickly. "No.. I don't...."
"We fuck them,
Mary," he growled, directly into her ear. His fingers found her clit and
pinched it, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "We fuck them hard,
like the little whores they are. Do you want me to do that to you, Mary?"
Her clit was being rolled between his fingers now, it's hood nudged back. "Is that what you want? If so, you have
to tell me. You have to say, 'I want you to fuck me'."
At first, all she could
do was moan, hips bucking against the hand raining torment such as she'd never
imagined upon her swollen clit. Gasping, she shivered, forcing herself to speak
the words, in spite of the shame sweeping over her. "I... I want you to..
to fuck me.. please..."
"If that's what you
want." He pulled his hand away from her dripping sex, and gave her a shove
downwards, so that she landed on her knees. It wasn't enough for him, though.
Hands pressed at her shoulders, forcing her down until her massive breasts
where crushed against the floor. "Sluts spread their legs wide, Mary,"
he added, one foot kicking her knees further apart. "Now. Watch the
mirror. Look at me." That said, he unfastened his jeans, letting them
fall.. then lowered his boxers. His cock sprang free immediately, a good eight
inches long, it's width impressive, to say the least. Though Mary had nothing
to compare it to, she knew it was big.
"I'm going to fuck
you with this, Mary," Luke said, starting to stroke himself as he stood
over her kneeling body. "I'm going to thrust into that slutty little cunt
of yours, and I'm going to fuck you. It's what you want, isn't it?"
Without waiting for her to reply, he knelt between her legs, leaning forward,
running his cockhead between along her slit. "One more thing," he
whispered. Reaching behind him, he found her discarded panties and balled them
up. "I know I'm going to make you scream, and you don't want to keep the
other residents awake, do you, Mary?" He brought the panties to her mouth,
and forced them in, gagging her lewdly. That done, he found his hands reaching
for her hips, gripping them. "This is going to hurt," he whispered,
grinning wickedly. Then.. he rammed himself, shoving balls deep in one hard
thrust.
Pain and pleasure
erupted in Mary's sex, as he broke through the flesh marking her virginity, and
filled her for the first time, stretching her damp, hot sex. Mary felt herself
trying to cry out against the panties gagging her, though the only sounds that
emerged were little mewls. "You like that, don't you? You want more, Mary?
Show me how much you want it."
Faced with that command,
Mary did the only thing she felt she could. Her hips started to buck, pressing
back frantically on the cock that speared her, while Luke held still, happy to
let her do the work. "That's it, Mary. Fuck yourself on me. That's a good little
slut." One hand reached out, grabbing a
fistful of her golden hair to use as a leash, hauling her fiercely back
against him. Rocking and writhing desperately, Mary drove herself harder and
harder, and as the pleasure mounted, everything else in the world seemed to
fade. It felt like she was floating, aware only of the huge shaft she was
fucking herself upon, and the ecstasy it was causing.
She moaned into the gag,
a moment before her body started to shake. The orgasm hit her hard, leaving her
shuddering, her tight little sex convulsing around the large cock that kept
thrusting within her. Luke thrust forward, holding himself buried within Mary,
restraining the urge to cum, as well. When she'd calmed, he leaned forward,
biting at her ear.
"Good girl,"
he purred. "I'm not finished, slut. I want you to see something." He
let go of her hair and straightened, pulling her up until her back pressed
against his chest. His hands slid around under her thighs and he lifted her,
getting to his feet and standing in front of the mirror, holding her bound form
impaled on his cock. Keeping her legs spread wide, he began lifting and
lowering her, moving her on his cock.
"Look in the
mirror, slut," he all but snarled. "You're going to watch, now. Watch
my cock sliding into that tight little cunt of yours. Do you see?" He
began moving her faster, pounding her mercilessly up and down as she stared at
the reflected image of his shaft vanishing into her body over and over. He
drove her still harder, the pace becoming cruel and demanding, accompanied by
wet slapping sounds. He continued to
whisper into her ear, though his voice was starting to become unsteady.
"This won't be the last time, slut. I'm going to let other guys watch you
get fucked. And maybe watch you myself, as they fuck you. You'd like that,
wouldn't you, whore? You'd love having all the guys in the dorm fuck your
cunt... maybe your mouth and ass, too. You'd scream for more. You're such a
perfect little slave."
His movements were
starting to become more jerky, control harder to maintain, but he held himself
back, still. "You're going to cum for me again, slut. You're going to show
me what a little whore you really are..." He turned, suddenly, and shoved
her down onto the bed, bent over the edge, cock still pounding into her
bruised, grasping sex. One hand slid around her and worked its way between her
legs, fingers finding her clit and stroking it, pinching cruelly at the little
nub. "Cum, Slut!"
For the second time,
Mary felt her body losing control, as the intense pleasure welled up,
overwhelming her. This time, though, there was something else, for as she began
to thrash, Luke stiffened, shoved forward, and released a stream of hot seed
deep into her, spraying her inner walls with the thick liquid. "Ahhh...
yessssssss," she heard him groan in triumph, before collapsing against
her, pinning her to the bed.
The stayed like that for
several minutes, catching their breath, until Luke finally pulled out of her,
and untied her hands. Her clothing hit
the bed beside her. "Get dressed," Luke ordered. "We're done,
now. You did well, pet, but you're going to come back again tomorrow night.
You've got a lot to learn."
***
Alone, back in her dorm
room, Mary fell into her bed without removing her disheveled clothing. She
could hardly believe what had happened to her, and what she'd done that night.
She'd let Luke, a perfect stranger, humiliate her, and treat her like nothing more
than a common slut.. and she'd loved every minute it. She knew she'd go back,
too. She wanted him even now.. wanted to feel herself filled and fucked.
It seemed like college
was going to be very educational, indeed.
The End