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Chapter Two of the Collegiate Sluthood Continues series.
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***
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Looking up at the ceiling, Jerome sighed in frustration.
Above his room, the noise persisted: bed bouncing on the old hardwood floor, the shrill female cries and pleasure-filled moans. Adjusting his headphones, Jerome turned up the dial – trying to make the hip-hop bass drown out the ruckus.
“Yes! Ohhh fuuuck! Fuuuuck! Keep doing that! Fuck meeee! Fuck meee DeShawn!”
The wild, fervent music from above called out to him – Andrea’s voice cutting through loudest like a siren song. Inevitably, the two discordant notes fused into a common harmony… all while he was trying to concentrate on the paper in front of him. It felt like fighting a losing battle.
“God damn it… they got no respect for my assignment,” he groaned as he looked up. His frustration was twofold – first being distracted from his work, second for the arousal caused by the vivid fantasies the sounds conjured.
Who said having a house-slut didn’t have any pitfalls?
Respect was important to Jerome. It was how one managed to live in a house of six students – all young males with hot blood and differing personalities, tolerating each other despite all the shit they had to put up with. Respect was essential.
Respect for themselves. Respect for the house. Respect for the sluts that had become their playthings.
It was a lesson that Diss – ex-Frampton House resident and former leader of their clique – had imparted on them before he graduated.
Respect this house – Frampton House. It’s got history. It’s got secrets… it can make you the man you need to be. Respect yourself… And since I’m leaving my favorite girl Andrea in your care – make sure you respect her too. Take care of her. Show her a good time. Fuck her like a slut…But don’t be stupid and fight over her! Respect her above all else. If y’all fuck it up with her, you’ll be the biggest motherfuckin’ dumbasses in the world.
More or less, that was Diss’s parting wisdom to the Frampton House residents. And everyone had agreed with him. After all, the running back wasn’t just a gifted athlete and natural leader, he was a renowned lothario who had cultivated his own willing haram of sluts. Before he had graduated, he had bequeathed Andrea to the Frampton contingent – a symbiotic match as she was hornier than any of them and willing to their slut too. Provided they didn’t fuck it up.
Jerome had decided he wasn’t going to be one of those dumbasses who’d get into a fight over a girl who was freely giving herself over. If a hot piece of ass like Andrea was willing to be a slut, there was almost nothing she could do that would spoil that for him. Between her, and now Natalie, there was plenty of hot white pussy to be had.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Above, the erratic thumping of DeShawn’s bed against the floorboards, the sound of manifest sluthood got ever more distracting…
There was almost tomorrow, Jerome thought absentmindedly – as he typed a line of text on his laptop.
Fuck her like a Slut…
“Shit!” he swore, realizing what he’d typed by error – his lustful thoughts possessing his fingers. The sound of sex from above, the thought of DeShawn and Andrea rutting away could no longer be ignored. He’d have to leave his room and work somewhere else. “Fuck this.”
Closing his laptop, Jerome pulled back from his desk. He looked down at his erection and concurred with his loins – the assignment could always be done tomorrow. Maybe he’d have to go to the library, if he wanted to avoid being tempted by the Frampton House sluts.
***
THUD. THUD. THUD.
“Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! DeShawn! Yes! So close! Just like that!” Andrea moaned; her eyes closed in sweet euphoria as she felt the rhythmic battering against her haunches. “Jus’ like that! Yes Daddy! Please!”
“Fuck,” DeShawn growled in effort, his pelvis pounding away at her rear, holding her in place as his bloated phallus glided through her sphincter. “Damn your ass… it’s fucking magic, baby.”
She hummed in agreement – her body close to another orgasm as the metronomic stroke of DeShawn’s long, black rod through her ass was building like a wave. When it came to orgasms – the next one was always the best one. It was turning out to be quite a rumbunctious fuck-session – even for a weeknight.
“So close, DeShawn. Please make me cooomeeee!” she begged, the crescendo of pelvic heat flowing towards the inevitable fountain, her pussy slickening her thighs. His hand moved to her throat as his hips suddenly accelerated, his cock flying in and out of her ass like a piston, dominating her body.
The constant feel of her ass getting railed had her cry out – 0recognizing the coming crescendo as she built towards another climax. But then she heard DeShaw groan in anguish, his body shaking as if struck by a seizure.
“FUCK! Oh shiiiiit!” he cussed, his hips pumping with savage but erratic force. A few hard pumps later and DeShawn eskişehir escort finally ceased, his chest panting with stimulation, feeling as though he had unloaded another bucket-full of his essence deep in her ass.
Andrea moaned, feeling the wet, sticky absence as he pulled out in a pained, satisfied whimper. The air cooled the overheated rim of her slick, gaping anus. She hadn’t finished – only a few thrusts and she would have come so hard. So close. Maybe he’d consider going –
“What the fuck? Jerome!”
At the sight of Jerome standing near his bed, Andrea was equally startled. It was bad enough seeing the sight of him unannounced in the room – it was even more shocking to see him standing there with his dick in hand.
“Damn it! What the fuck, bro?” DeShawn complained. “The door was closed! Are you fucking serious? Andre – you closed the door, right?”
Jerome shrugged passively in acknowledgement to the rule he’d just broken. When it came to sex in Frampton House – an open door meant an open invitation. A closed door meant at least knock first. “I knocked… y’all didn’t hear? Not surprised. And don’t you think I know what Andrea’s moans sounds like?”
“Jerome! You perv!” Andrea chuckled, eyeing the meat in his hand, the sight of it a worthy boon to forgive his bold intrusion. “Were we too loud – is that it?”
“Damn straight,” he nodded with a playful smile, waggling his dick deviously at her. The way he saw it, the sound of their fucking above had been so loud, it might as well have been in his room. He’d crept inside silently – the two clearly too self-absorbed in anal sex to notice him, even when he pulled out his straining erection from his boxers. “I just want y’all to know it wasn’t easy walking up the stairs with this motherfucking erection!”
“Whatever nigga – get yourself some headphones.” DeShawn sniped back. “I need a shower. Andi baby… do you mind?” Andrea looked at him and then down as he pointed to his cock, creamy with spent jizz and fuck juices. As she lowered her lips toward it, his hand guided her head down into his lap. “Aww fuck… good girl. That’s it… suck my dick clean. Nasty ass slut,” he murmured in compliment and added a playful slap to her ass, pressing his grip till she deep-throated his spent erection. “Yo Jerome – might as well use her while I’m in the shower. She wants to come again.”
“Say less, bro.”
“Wow. Just gonna put me on the spot, huh?” Andrea chastised DeShawn in between sucking dick, though she didn’t need to play up her modesty any further. “I was starting to feel better already.”
“Oh – say more,” Jerome chirped, with a note of sincerity. “You been feeling down, baby girl? Was it the weekend?”
Andrea couldn’t speak as she fellated DeShawn and so he felt able to add further context. “Yeah, she was feeling down. Needed some sexual… healing. But it’s not the weekend – something about her – well… girl trouble… you know girls…” DeShawn trailed off as soon as he recognized Andrea squeezing his thigh was a silent intervention for him to stop talking.
Andrea didn’t want DeShawn to finish the context of her earlier disposition as it related to her troubles with Lisa, her housemate – knowing of her friendship with Jerome. Even though she was sure he would favor her side over Lisa, Andrea didn’t want to reveal just how much the little, blonde tart had pissed her off lately – not yet at least. Not until she figured out how close they were. Lisa didn’t even know they lived on the same street, which would have been surprising, but she had always been a little self-absorbed. On the other hand, Andrea’s leverage with Jerome was flesh-deep – the two having become very well acquainted through repeated carnal encounters.
Thankfully Jerome was too distracted by his own horniness to notice DeShawn’s clipped explanation. He was watching Andrea and her naked, well-fucked, perky tushy as she worked DeShawn’s phallus – growing lustier every second. Courteously, he waited till she was done with her oral completion before he pounced on her. As DeShawn left the room, Jerome turned her on her back, running his hands over her legs as he spread them with lurid interest.
“Damn girl – DeShawn really did a number on your ass!” he teased her. Folded in such a vulnerable position, Andrea could only agree with that observation – just as she felt his fingers probe her sex. “Or is it all from Saturday?”
“Saturday… I think,” Andrea replied. It was almost true – but this was no time for a play-by-play. She’d have to fill him on her Sunday night at The Dorset when he wasn’t holding her legs apart like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Jerome took his shirt off to reveal his dark-brown, muscular physique. His prick already bared – he was ready to pick up where DeShawn had left off. Spinning her around with weightless ease, he dragged her around to the edge of the bed, her head flopping low.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, slapping each of her breasts in turn. Still spun from her lovemaking session with DeShawn, Andrea panted with excitement as she spread her eskişehir escort bayan lips wide, a sigh of satisfaction escaping her throat as Jerome’s throbbing erection slid in and began to fuck her face. She gagged and drooled and nearly choked but held firm – holding on till he pulled out, a slick coating of spit following. “Suck my dick like a good girl and I promise to make you come!”
She replied affirmatively but her words were lost to the piston like motion of Jerome thrusting through her spread, drooling lips. She relaxed her neck and let her head flop off the edge of the bed freely against Jerome’s thrusts – the big, black, cock emitting wet guttural sounds as it worked her mouth. The combined effects of breath-play and Jerome’s disrespectfully face-fucking had her vexed loins dripping with increased arousal. For his part, Jerome’s own lust added steel to his thrusts, and he didn’t seem satisfied until he filled her throat with his shaft and his balls pressed against her temple. He repeated the acts until he’d worked himself into a frenzy – before pulling out, spinning her about and sliding into her cunt – all within a matter of seconds.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” she purred, wrapping her legs around his broad back to draw his thrusts deeper into her womb. “Fuck my pussy.”
“You ain’t tired from Saturday night, huh?” he growled as he flexed his wood in and out of her dripping sex.
Andrea smiled back at him, admiring his handsome features and raw, masculine aura – secretly satisfied at seeing Lisa’s friend acting in such a deviant way. Andrea could bet Lisa had no idea how much of a freak Jerome was. Knowing her part in his sexual corruption was a little slice of vengeance.
“You should know me better than that, Jerome. I think it’ll take me days to come down from how horny I’ve been,” she purred, her tantalizing words exactly what he wanted to hear. These boys would do anything for her – she had them wrapped around her finger. And all she had to do was be their slut to use. “Come on Jerome – fuck me like a slut,”
Blissfully ignorant of Andrea’s devious thoughts, Jerome gripped her firmly by the flanks, the energy from his earlier frustration transforming into zealous lust, as his hips bounced against her pelvis – slick, sloppy sounds of cock thrusting through pussy filling the air.
“Damn girl – you’re so fucking wet! You loving this black dick, huh?”
“I fucking love your black dick fucking my white pussy, Daddy,” she responded, her appeal ever alluring – body writhing back and forth on the bed, her comely breasts jiggling in motion to his thrusts. “Please, Jerome – make me come!”
Jerome held firm and stroked away consistently – his face a grimace of pleasure as the slick excess of Andrea’s cunt sucked on his dick. He leaned down and kissed her – their tongues dancing and swirling as their passions merged in primal excess – before he lifted her legs over her chest and pinned her down with his weight.
Rather than be intimidated, Andrea cried out for more – beckoning him to fuck her harder as she stroked his muscular back and slapped his bucking ass – teasing and taunting him as he sought to probe her womb ever deeper with his big, black pipe.
“You wanna come, huh bitch? You want that nutt?” he growled into her ear as she felt the air knocked out of her lungs as he bounced his large frame against hers. Her hips raised up, her body was at Jerome’s mercy, and she gleefully squealed as he thrusted into her like a raging bull.
“Yes Daddy! Please make me come!” she beggged. She’d had a few a mini-orgasms since he’d been fucking her, but she wanted another big one. A big fat O. Like she’d had with DeShawn earlier. And only one thing could get her there.
“You ain’t coming yet, bitch” he taunted as he drilled into her cunny. “Not until I fuck your ass!
Her response was a joyful whimper. He must have read her mind. “Yes please, Daddy! Fuck my ass! Use my ass – and make me come!” She cried desperately, begging him to carry out his threat.
Growling, Jerome suddenly pulled out and raised her pelvis for inspection – her wet, dilated holes gulping with over-stimulation – before expertly angling his cock with her starfish. Andrea grunted as he sank in – her gaping, well-fucked anal chute opening and welcoming him in with ease. Still, she cried out, overwhelmed in lustful bliss as Jerome’s black truncheon ravaged her ass – doubling her pleasure as she frantically rubbed her pussy.
“Oh yes – Jerome. Fuck my ass… so good,” she moaned, the steady strokes pumping within her ass building towards her next big orgasm. Another anal orgasm and she’d be at peace. The feeling built and built, as she sank deeper into a trance-like state of focusing on just the pleasure of big black cock moving through her colon.
It was ever so close… but cruelly Jerome denied her, pulling out moments before she hit her peak. She pleaded that he put it back in her ass but instead he clambered forward and squatted over her chest – his greasy dick hovering over lips.
“Please Jerome – I’m so close!”
“Suck escort eskişehir first. Suck your ass of my dick, slut,” he commanded, sliding into her mouth. “That’s a good girl. You’re gonna work for this nutt.”
Unsure if she meant his or hers, Andrea savored his phallus – the rich taste tinged with her anal juices and DeShawn’s lingering spunk from earlier – her cheeks bulging as she indulged him.
Jerome wasn’t satisfied until his full length reached the back of her throat – the air squeezed out of her throat as she huffed through her nose – and only relented when he could see her eyes flutter, her hands tapping his thighs for mercy. She gasped, burped and giggled, her eyes wild and intoxicated as she pressed her lips over his dangling balls – while his meat languished on her face.
Overwhelmed with a desire to please him – a mutually beneficial devotion that would also unleash her own orgasm – she threw herself forward in a frenzy of cock-worshiping fervor – tongue, lips and mouth sucking and slurping. His dangling hefty balls smelled and tasted of a rich, intoxicating musk – and she suctioned each globe with her eager lips, feeling them swell with virile, life-giving nectar.
She scooted her face lower, slurping along his taint to lavish his sensitive areas – then kissing and sucking on his asshole as he moaned away above her. Crazed with lust, Andrea tongued his sphincter as she stroked his pipe, making obscene, sloppy sounds as she lathered his anus with her tongue.
As she moaned in pleasure beneath him, Jerome sat his taint down on her, smothering her face with his muscular buns – taking advantage of her eager sluttishness and prowess for salad tossing. Squeezed under his weight, Andrea suctioned her lips along the contours of his asshole, feeling it pucker on her tongue, boosting her arousal as she heard him groan with pleasure.
“You nasty motherfuckers!” DeShawn’s called out, having returned from his shower to witness the rimjob being performed on his bed. “I know she ain’t eatin’ your nasty ass, Jerome. Bad bitch! Get it Andi! And here I thought y’all be done by now… Looks like you ain’t made it past foreplay yet!”
“Damn son! I already fucked her ass – but fuck me, this bitch knows how to work that mouth,” Jerome sniggered at his house mate’s remarks and to Andrea’s credit. “And don’t be jealous, negro. I know you wish it you over here, getting your salad tossed!”
His retort was followed by a decision to resume fucking as he climbed off Andrea’s face, revealing it panting and flush, sloppy with spit and effort.
Jerome lined himself at her aft end and pulled her back to the edge of the bed, spinning her over onto her knees, before pressing his tip against her gaping asshole. “Spread your ass cheeks baby… open that hole for Daddy.”
Andrea cried out as his hand landed a well-measured spank on her left buttock – and placed her hands on her cheeks per his instruction – as she felt his bulbous, swollen meat fill her rectum once again. “Please Daddy – fuck my ass. Use my ass like a fucktoy!”
A need for an orgasm could make a slut say some wild shit, she realized. Thankfully, he wasted no time and granted her wish – quickly resuming the pace and rhythm of his earlier effort, now in doggy style. She bounced her ass against his waist – hot flesh on flesh- calling him out with her moans, clamoring for that final climax that would satisfy her – one hand gripping her hair as the other consistently spanked her ass. His strokes – firm and tantalizingly constant – were guaranteed to get her towards another beautiful anal orgasm.
She’d scream and there’d be no one who’d call her out on it. No annoying house mate busy bodying and questioning what she was up to. No annoying intervention to work out some own deep-seated, internal repression. No passive-aggressive objection to her blissful phase of being a slut. Just fucking and coming.
That was the beauty of being a Frampton House slut.
Andrea smiled as she rocked back and forth – rolling against the force of Jerome’s body pounding away at her haunches. The rhythm of the constant, brute pistoning through her ass – as well as the ever-closing spiral towards that orgasm had her in a hypnotic spin – which she had to be snapped out of as Jerome, who held her hair in a tight grip, slapped her ass for the umpteenth time.
Looking from her privileged position of being sodomized doggy style, Andrea saw the taught, wiry frame of DeShawn’s naked body – his six pack and black cock at full mast in her view.
The towel had been dropped – revealing his appetite for more sexual healing.
***
It was almost midnight and Andrea walked home, finally at peace. Her well-worked body hummed with that beautiful ache, her mind simmering down from that dream-like funk of post sub-space recovery. Thankfully the walk was a short one. The collective encounters of the last few days – so many cocks, so many orgasms – had really started to add up. It was a school night after all. Jerome and DeShawn hadn’t finished with her quickly neither – they lasted for a while before they had inevitably blasted her insides with their seed, filling her holes with their seed. But any longer and she’d have had asked for an ambulance to take her home. A day or two off had been earned. Maybe Natalie could cover slut duties for the next few days.
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