“Fuck…” Sara muttered, clutching Viv’s shirt tightly.
Sara’s face and fingers felt numb from the shock of getting caught spying on Felicity’s threesome. She was feeling so many things at the same time that she became paralyzed. She felt stupid for getting caught up in this situation. She felt scared of what might happen to her reputation, would they label her as a creeper or a pervert? She felt angry at Viv for dragging her into this and angry at herself for allowing it. She felt guilty, as if she’d done something terrible to Felicity; even though she barely knew Felicity, she seemed like a nice person. And most of all, she felt embarrassed. She felt deeply and utterly embarrassed.
“She saw us, didn’t she?” asked Sara, even though she knew the answer. “She saw us, Viv! What are we gonna do?”
“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Viv pushed Sara out of their hiding space, then dragged her by the arm. Sara allowed herself to be dragged along. Her mind was blank and she welcomed Viv being the one taking action.
Viv carefully opened the door, just wide enough to peek through. Sara was expecting the trio to be waiting outside for them, ready to confront them about their little voyeuristic feat.
“Ok, we’re clear,” muttered Viv. She dragged Sara along a lonely corridor. This particular storage room was located in a forgotten corner of the campus, which is precisely what made it such a good secret spot for Felicity and company to conduct their debauchery.
“Damn, Sara, you look like a corpse.”
“She saw us, Viv! She knows we were there creeping, watching the whole thing!”
“No she didn’t,” replied Viv with confidence. Sara wanted to believe her, but Viv was also looking agitated. She didn’t know what to think.
“Viv, she looked straight at us. She locked eyes with me!”
“She didn’t. You saw how dark the room was, we could barely see them and they were actually under some light. Besides, we were behind that big rack, remember? Anyone looking at it wouldn’t notice anything behind it.” This was a good point. The room was very dark, and the mesh that made the back-wall of the rack was pretty tightly knit. There was a chance of Felicity looking at it and seeing nothing but a dark old storage rack. But still… Sara had felt Felicity’s gaze.
“You always do this, you know? You overthink everything, worry yourself sick, and then nothing happens,” Viv reaffirmed her. “Two weeks from now, the only thing you’ll remember is that you saw Felicity-fucking-St. Claire getting stuffed like a turkey!” Viv laughed. This made Sara feel a little more at ease.
They walked in silence for a bit, stretching their legs and enjoying the fresh air, which felt amazing after being cramped in such a small space. Even though Sara was more relaxed, she remained pensive.
Suddenly, Sara brought both her hands to her forehead and exclaimed, “I can’t believe we just saw that!”
“I know, right?!”
“That was some hardcore shit, Viv. I mean, I didn’t think people really did that, you know? I thought that kind of thing only happened in porn.” Sara was still feeling shaken by what she’d seen. It didn’t feel real. She’d probably need a couple of days to properly process what she’d witnessed before her mind could really accept it.
“Well, you caught a specially spicy one. It doesn’t usually get that raunchy.”
“Wait. How many times have you spied on them, you freak?!” Sara asked with an incredulous smile, having regained some of her good spirits.
Viv laughed in response.
“Seriously!” insisted Sara, “How many?”
“Well,” Viv thought for a second, “counting this one that would be about… twelve… ish?”
“Tweeelve times?! How often do you lurk on them, you freaking Smeagol?”
Again, this made Viv chuckle, she was happy her friend had gotten over the scare and was back to being her usual self. “Well, not that often, actually. I can only spare the time once, sometimes twice a week.”
“So you’ve been spying on them for several months now?”
“Pretty much.” Viv replied nonchalantly.
“I always thought Felicity was a prude… to think she’s having sex like 6 times a month is crazy.” Sara said quietly while thinking, that’s about the same I’ve had in my entire life in a single month.
“Hah!” scuffed Viv, “You’re assuming she’s only fucking the days I’m watching. If I had to bet on it, I’d say she’s doing it pretty much every day. I’m pretty sure she’s at the very least in the hundreds, if not in the thousands.”
“What?!” said Sara, so baffled by the idea of it that she stopped in her tracks, “Is that even possible? Why would Felicity do something like that? Do you think it’s for money or something?”
“No way. Why would she need any more money than she already has? Her dad owns like half the city. Honestly, I think she just really enjoys it. She might be a nympho or something.”
Again, Sara felt like questioning everything she knew about sex. Was it possible to like it that much? Was she wrong for not doing so? What if this meant she’d never really experienced what sex was meant to be like? She always thought the idea of enjoying sex to that level was an idealization only found in movies and books, not something real people could ever experience.
“Sara! Are you listening?” Viv called, and Sara realized she’d been completely lost in thoughts of her own inadequacy for longer than she’d realized, “You ok? I hope I didn’t traumatize you by taking you there. I swear it’s usually a lot milder than that. I thought you’d get a kick out of it.”
“No! Yeah, sorry.” Sara replied, trying to sound much more casual than she was feeling. “It was fun! I just hope you’re right about her not seeing us, that’s all.”
“Definitely! Well, I better get going or I’ll be late for class. Don’t wait for me, ok? We’re doing lab work so I’ll be coming home pretty late.”
Sara and Viv shared a small apartment not far from campus. Since Sara studied Arts and Viv studied Medicine they barely shared any classes, but they had become best friends shortly after they started living together.
Sara tried her best to focus during her last classes of the day, but she failed miserably. Every time she tried to pay attention to what a professor was saying, their voice faded away and was replaced with the female moans of pleasure she’d heard earlier. Every time she tried to read a textbook, the characters became the movie screen in which her mind replayed the indecent and obscene memories of a naked Felicity in excruciating detail. She could see every sweat bead on her perky breasts as they bounced, she could see the goosebumps on her skin; she could see the moisture of her vagina coating her perfectly shaven pussylips, and those puffy, smooth lips spread would grip a thick shaft tightly; she could see her cheeks being spread apart to reveal an asshole, Felicity’s asshole, that would then welcome a long dark penis inside of it.
For three full hours her mind played these scenes over and over. Sara felt light headed and a little nauseous. She’d always thought that kind of raunchy practices such as anal and group sex were vulgar, immoral and offensive. She stood up, ready to head home, and was surprised to notice a small wet spot on her chair’s seat. Puzzled by it, she ran a finger on it. It was slippery. As she rubbed it between her index and thumb it felt viscous, and as she opened her fingers they remained linked by a thin translucent string.
She felt the same shame she knew so well. She felt angry at her own body for the arousal it felt during these 3 hours of compulsively reliving this disturbing scene. So much arousal to be able to flow through two layers of clothing…
She hurriedly wiped the chair with her sleeve, readjusted the straps of her backpack and darted out of the classroom. She decided that instead of taking the short bus ride home she’d walk to try to get herself together with some exercise and fresh air, but her efforts were for nothing. Her mind still went back to the dark, damp storage room. Pictures of Felicity’s crotch came flashing in, two dicks inside her body at the same time. Could she feel them rubbing on both sides of the thin skin that separated them?
She got home feeling exhausted. These thoughts felt like a fever dream, and they just would not stop. She rushed through the main gate and ran up the stairs to the third floor, then, out of breath she unlocked it and went in.
Locking the door behind her, she crossed the small living room and walked into her room. She kicked her worn Converse shoes off, threw her backpack on her bedroom floor and went back into the living room and into the kitchen. She opened the fridge looking for something to drink. The inside of their fridge always half-amused her, and half-annoyed her. There were 3 shelves: two of them were messy and filled with random food items, the third one was neatly organized and filled with labeled containers. Viv and Sara shared the two messy shelves, while the third one was owned by Marjorie, Sara’s annoying third roommate.
Marjorie was an uptight, pedantic, know-it-all wannabe-intellectual. Needless to say, they did not like her. But unfortunately they couldn’t afford the apartment on their own and Marjorie was the only roommate they could find at the time.
Sara grabbed a cold soda and popped it open, then took a long drink from it. She felt the chill spread through her throat and chest and felt a slight relief, but then the compulsive thoughts returned and she was reliving the same scene again. She downed her drink hoping for relief, but it didn’t come this time around. The thoughts of sweaty, obscene sex would not relent.
She felt trapped. She felt breathless. She felt a desperation she hadn’t felt before. This is how claustrophobia must feel like, she thought.
Not knowing what else to do, she went into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower and stripped down as she waited for the water to warm up. She took off her hoodie and her pants, then she removed her shirt. All of these items were loose and baggy, chosen to hide her figure. Anyone looking at her would just see a short, petite girl with an unremarkable, nonde*********** body. Her cheerful personality and innocent face made her look younger than she really was.
Steam was slowly starting to appear behind the shower curtains, but it still wasn’t enough to cloud the mirror. Sara looked into it and saw her reflection staring back at her, dressed only in a tight sports bra and matching panties. She wasn’t sure if she liked what she saw. The sports bra was so tight that it made her bust look moderate in size. Her arms were very slightly chubby, but she perceived them as huge. Her tummy wasn’t big, really, it just wasn’t toned, which made her feel inadequate. Her legs were thick and shapely.
She slowly pulled her sports bra off. As she pulled, the bra lifted her breasts along with it. The resistance offered by the weight of them was always something she found captivating. She kept pulling until the bottom of her sports bra couldn’t hold them any longer, and they fell free with a satisfying pop. She looked at her reflection again, and suddenly she looked and felt so different. Her silhouette had completely changed. Her breasts slightly stuck out to her sides, heavy and proud. Her figure, which had looked tomboyish seconds ago, now looked decisively womanly. The base of her breasts was so wide in diameter that the mounds met at the center of her sternum. Her areolas were small for the size of her bosom, but the nipples were thicker than Sara liked. She ran her hands over them, enjoying their fullness, always surprised at their firmness. For a moment she felt feminine and powerful.
Then, she peeled off her panties, she was aghast to notice they clung to the skin of her vulva before coming off. They were covered on the inside with the same gooey fluid as the one on her chair. With this came memories of her 3 hour class, all spent in thoughts of depravity. She took a deep breath to clear her mind and looked at herself in the mirror one more time, her reflection now a little foggy. Her skin, while not as pale as Felicity’s, contrasted nicely with her dark hair. This made the short bush of hair covering her pubis stand out against the skin around it. Sara ran her fingers through it and it sent a bolt of electricity from her sex through the rest of her body. It seemed her lady parts were hypersensitive after being put on edge for several hours. With closed eyes, Sara ran her hands through her tummy and again found her breasts. With the electricity that now ran through her body, the feeling of her fingertips tracing their way through her tits gave her goosebumps. She felt the skin around her nipples tighten and then had her fingers confirm how hard and thick they’d gotten. Touching them, even for the short second she did, sent new ripples of energy through her body. She continued to move her hands upwards, through her chest, through her clavicles and neck and finally through her curvy hair. She took a deep breath again to clear her head, then opened her eyes and couldn’t see her reflection anymore, as the steam had completely fogged the mirror.
She pulled the shower curtain open and stepped in. The feeling of hot water soaking her hair and running down her body was soothing. She just stood there, under the falling water for what seemed like ages and allowed herself to relax. The slow breathing and the warmth that enveloped her were just enough to clear her mind and put her in a trance.
Out of habit, she poured some shampoo into her hand and started massaging her hair. Then, she poured some body-soap into her hand and started applying it on her skin, starting with her shoulders and arms. Then she applied some more and ran her hands over her breasts in big circles, but the second she did this she regretted it, as it sent new waves of electricity through her body and her mind instantly brought back the compulsive thoughts. This time she was the girl standing half-naked in the middle of the storage room, surrounded by the two young men. Jerry, the tall black guy was massaging her big breasts. His strong hands lifted her heavy, slippery tits which escaped his grasp and fell again, but he was persistent and kept fondling them. He squeezed and groped and touched. Sara let out a small moan of pleasure as she imagined Jerry worshiping her body.
While kneading her left breast, Sara slowly slid her right hand downwards. The tiny bit of reason she had left tried to stop it, but the daydream she was lost in was too strong and her hand reached her soapy bush. As soon as this happened she felt a wave of pleasure hit her and she moaned again, a little louder this time. This time, she didn’t stop at her bush but continued further down. In Sara’s mind, there was a buff guy in front of her, kissing her neck and running his hand between her legs. This thought gave Sara a drop sensation, like the one she’d felt in roller coasters. The idea of a stranger touching her most private parts while another stranger enthusiastically groped her tits thrilled her.
The guy in front of her started cupping her whole pussy in his hand caressing it. This slightest touch was leg-weakening and left a delicious throbbing sensation on her skin. Then he grew bolder, and was more shameless about his intentions to pleasure her. He used his fingers to rub slow circles around her clitoris, careful not to touch it. She was breathing heavily and whimpering. He slid a finger between her labia. She’d always been self-conscious about being an outie, and felt ashamed about her slightly longer labia, but the stranger didn’t seem to mind. He actually seemed to like it, and caught her labia in between his fingers: his middle finger covering her vagina while his index and ring fingers pressed her labia against the middle finger. At this point she was bucking her hips back and forth, begging for him to go further.
The stranger slowly, very slowly, slid his middle finger inside of her, and she almost fell down with the wave of intense pleasure. As the buff guy fingered her pussy, the black guy continued to delight himself with her tits, kneading harder and occasionally pinching and twisting her nipples. The black guy couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could she. She wanted both of them inside her. The dark-skinned hand ran down her body, over her plump behind. She shook with anticipation as a finger slid between her cheeks, from her coccyx downwards. The finger then found itself trapped between the two meaty buttocks. It kept going, sliding down, until finally, for the first time in her life Sara felt a fingertip touching her asshole. Again the drop sensation of the roller coaster, stronger than before. The finger started softly tracing circles around her anus, feeling each crease and wrinkle. It went round and round, the circles slowly growing smaller and smaller until finally the fingertip was right at the opening. The finger in her pussy kept slowly going in and out, in and out.
The water had gone lukewarm at this point, but she couldn’t care less. The movie in her mind kept playing. The finger between her asscheeks started softly pushing against her asshole. She felt the electricity through her whole body, pulsating against every inch of her skin. Her asshole wouldn’t allow entrance, so his finger pressed a little harder, then even a little bit harder. As he didn’t want to hurt her, he brought his finger to her mouth, which she hesitantly opened. She sucked his finger, feeling naughty and sensual and powerful. With his finger now covered in saliva he slid it between her buttocks again, and after caressing her anus a few times, he started pushing once again. This time the tip of the finger went in with little resistance. Sara gasped sharply. The black stranger pushed, carefully but decisively, and his finger went further in, all the way to the first knuckle. Sara was shaking. His finger pushed again and very, very slowly it penetrated to the second knuckle.
The shaking didn’t stop, and Sara realized it wasn’t only the intense pleasure she was feeling. The hot water had run completely out and she was bathing in ice-cold water. This shook her out of her fantasy.
“Fuck! No, no, no!” She was surprised to realize this made her very angry. “No! I need this!” She said in absolute frustration. She knew this was the only way to put these hunting thoughts to rest.
She turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. With desperate urgency she half-assedly dried herself off. Leaving her clothes on the bathroom floor she made her way to her bedroom. Even through her shivering her whole body was still pulsating with pleasure. She wished she had some kind of sex toy around, but all she had was a tiny vibrator that had run out of batteries ages ago. She turned around as inspiration struck her. She wondered…
She walked back to the living room and into the kitchen, leaving wet footprints behind her. She opened the fridge and looked inside. Her pussy felt so sensitive, so starved for attention that it almost hurt, it made her want to scream in frustration. She wanted to go back to the storage room as fast as she could. She wanted the strangers to delight themselves with her body. She needed to feel them inside her, not just their fingers. She looked through her and Viv’s compartments for what she wanted, but couldn’t find it.
“Come on!” she muttered in despair.
Then her eyes went to Marjorie’s shelf and immediately found a big tupperware labeled “veggies”. She reached for it with trembling hands, like an addict reaching for a much needed dose. She grabbed it and through the clear glass she could see a wide assortment of vegetables. She knew exactly what she was looking for, and after opening the container she quickly found two slim carrots. She paused for a second, finding it hard to believe what she was doing. Then, motivated by the wild lust inside of her she closed the container, put it in the fridge and ran into her bedroom.
She locked the door and crawled on her bed, shedding the towel behind. Kneeling on her bed completely naked, she closed her eyes and instantly found herself back in the storage room. The buff guy beamed a mischievous smile and touched her neck and waist, his lips finding their way to her cheek and ear. She let out a soft moan. Then a pair of hands cupped her breasts, softly fondling them, Jerry was back behind her. She was no longer shivering with cold, as her body warmed itself up with sheer arousal. A pair of hands traced the shape of her hips. A hand played with her left nipple. Ripples of pleasure radiated from her pussy, building up, begging for release. A hand massaged her vulva. Another one twisted her right nipple, a finger slipped inside her, feeling the burning heat inside. She was soaking, gushing.
It was time. She opened her eyes just long enough to grab one of the carrots she’d stolen. Then her eyes were closed again and she was back at the storage room. The buff guy was looking straight into her eyes as he rubbed his dick up and down her pussy slit. The pleasure of this made her ears hurt with pulsating pressure. Jerry was still behind her, his hands all over her body.
“Fuck me…” she urged him.
She felt his penis slid inside her pussy, opening its way with little effort. He maintained eye contact as he went further and further in, he was looking at her with disbelief. He was clearly loving every second of it. As he started going in and out she noticed two pairs of eyes attentively looking at her from behind an old rack. She couldn’t see their faces, but she knew those were Viv and Felicity spying on her. If she’d previously felt on a roller coaster, this time she felt she was free falling from an airplane. Her body convulsed so hard she bent over completely, her head touching her bed. She was trembling uncontrollably. She could feel her pussy contracting hard around the penis inside her then relaxing and contracting again.
“Ughhhhhh!” a guttural grunt escaped her throat.
To be continued.
The waves of pleasure didn’t stop, they were still going. And yet she hadn’t had enough. She needed more. Through half-open eyes she saw the second carrot lying on her bed.
“Yes!” she implored herself, grabbing it.
Still convulsing with pleasure she closed her eyes. The buff guy was still inside her, his face fierce with lust.
“I want you both inside me,” Sara said.
The tall black guy was only waiting for her to say it. He’d been waiting for it all day long. He ran his hand over her soaked pussy, and then used her own juices to lube his penis. She felt his dick get in position between her ass cheeks. It’s tip rubbing against her crack, locating what he’d longed for. It was finally rubbing against her asshole, and Sara felt a new orgasm hit her hard, but Jerry wouldn’t stop. He pressed, lightly at first, then a little harder, and harder.
“Slowly,” she warned him.
His glans made its way past her sphincter, sliding carefully inside her ass. The orgasm intensified, she was shaking uncontrollably.
Jerry pushed further in, and the sensation was more delicious than she’d ever imagined she could feel. Every nerve ending in her asshole was screaming with pleasure. At this point, the man in front of her decided it was ok to start pumping again, and he started rocking his hips back and forth. Sara was about to lose her mind. She could feel both of their dicks rubbing against the wall that separated her vagina and her ass. Jerry started going in and out in slow, careful strokes.
The orgasm hadn’t stopped since it started, or maybe she was having one orgasm after another. Both her vagina and her asshole were contracting one after the other, gripping her lover’s cocks. It felt like a tide washing against her. Both men were inside her, and she knew they were loving it, they were delighted, and lustful, and grateful. She could see Viv and Felicity looking at her, hypnotized by her depravity. And most important of all, she found herself to be just what she saw in Felicity earlier that day: a sex Goddess. Floating between two of her worshipers. Powerful and unashamed.
Sara woke up naked on her bed, unsure of how much time she’d been asleep. Two carrots lying on a damp towel. Her head felt dizzy. Her whole body felt numb, but thoroughly satisfied.
Suddenly she heard a door close.
“I’m home!” Announced Marjorie.
“Fuck!” Sara spat. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she rushed to dress up and tidy things up.
To be continued