The Gift of Venus

Literotic asexstories – The Gift of Venus by Raven_Feather,Raven_Feather
In this story, a college freshman is given a good luck charm by a goddess of sex – and then heads to a party full of eager co-eds.

This is technically fantasy, but the magic element exists purely to set up a night of human-on-human sex with some of the usual realistic limits removed. I’ve therefore classified it in Group Sex rather than Sci-Fi & Fantasy.

There will be MF, MFF, and a general atmosphere of uninhibited college fun…

Chapter 1: Venus

The late afternoon sun on the beach was beautiful, but it was not making Simon feel better about things.

It was one week since he had moved to Santa May for college. When he first arrived, Simon had been hopeful, even excited. It was a clean start: he was away from his parents, away from his tedious hometown, and most of all, away from the school where he had only ever felt awkward, shy, and out of place. Oh, he had made good friends — all boys — and he guessed it had been worth it for that. He knew he had people he would definitely keep in touch with. And yes, he had ended up with good grades — good enough to come here, to Santa May, which everyone said was a fantastic place to go to college. But in so many other ways, Simon’s final few years of school had been one long disappointment. Here, he had thought, things would finally be different. Here, at last, his life would start to be exciting.

But it wasn’t.

Classes weren’t starting for another week, but there had already been plenty of social events for people to get to know each other, and Simon had gone eagerly to each one. He had been so sure it would be different now that he was at college. Everyone was eighteen now, and they were free of their parents, their teachers, and their old homes. Surely, he had thought, when he talked to girls in Santa May, it would feel easier. Surely here he wouldn’t be ignored and overlooked. Nobody knew him yet; he could be confident, talkative, interesting. He had even let himself fantasise about having his first kiss in a quiet corner at some college party, or lying on the sand on this very beach with some gorgeous babe in his arms. It was all a fresh start, and he had been determined to seize it.

But he had gone home every night this week with the same deflated, disappointed feeling in his stomach. Somehow, being in a new place with new people didn’t turn out to be the liberating event that he had imagined. Whenever he started a conversation with a girl at one of these freshers’ events, it went just the way it always had back home. She would chat politely, maybe ask him questions, sometimes even take a small but genuine interest in his classes or his career plans. But he could tell that there was nothing more than that. There was no spark, no flirtation, no gleam of interest in those girls’ beautiful eyes. Simon felt just the way he had for years on end: no matter what he said or what he did, he always seemed to remain stubbornly, desperately uninteresting to girls.

He kicked a piece of driftwood in frustration as he wandered along the beach. He had come down here to be alone, and to try to walk off some of his disappointment. Santa May had several beaches, tucked into separate little coves, and he had come to one on the edge of town where there weren’t many people around. Simon stopped walking, and looked at the sea. The afternoon sun was warm on his face. Normally, he loved to walk on the beach. But right now, he felt none of the calming reassurance that he usually found in the steady rhythm of the crashing waves.

Absent-mindedly, Simon fingered the necklace that his friend Mark had given him for his birthday a few weeks ago. It was a very small amulet of dark-coloured metal, shaped like a shell, and strung on a fine piece of string. Mark had brought it back from the south of Italy, where he had been on holiday with his family. “Found it in a temple of Venus,” he had told Simon. “You know, the Roman goddess of love. I was poking around in the ruins, and I just saw that thing lying in the dirt, beneath one of the columns. Figured I could put it on a string and make a little necklace. No idea what it is, but hey — cool to have an ancient amulet as a necklace, right?”

Well, thought Simon, he guessed the amulet was cool in its way. But right in this moment he didn’t feel cool at all. He stared bleakly at the sea, not really seeing it. Was it that he wasn’t attractive enough, he wondered? Or was it that he just lacked some instinct — some natural way of being confident and relaxed, that seemed to come so easily to so many other boys? It had been years, long slow years of nothing happening in his life. And still it felt like all his fantasies were completely out of reach, and everything that was most exciting in life was passing him by. He hated being a virgin. Were things ever going to get better?

Suddenly, Simon blinked, and frowned. There was a woman standing in the surf with her back to him, not fifteen feet away. He could have sworn he was alone on the beach — how had he not seen her?

The woman wore a red dress, but she had hitched it up so that the waves didn’t brush its hem, and her long bare legs were statuesque and shapely. Simon was just reminding himself not to stare, and starting to tear his eyes away, when she turned to look at him. She met his gaze, and smiled. And then she started to walk towards him.

Long, curly red-blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had a voluptuous, hourglass-shaped body, and the figure-hugging red dress emphasised her curves. Her face was angelically beautiful, with bright green eyes, full red lips, and a warm, welcoming smile. Simon wasn’t so bad with women that he couldn’t even talk to them, but even so, he felt himself struggling to know what to say as this woman came towards him out of the surf.

“Hello Simon,” she said when she reached him, giving him a knowing smile. Her voice was silky, warm, and full of subtle, sparkling life.

Simon opened his mouth in amazement. How did she know his name? “Sorry,” he stammered. “I mean — I’m sorry, have we met?” But he was certain he had not met this woman before; surely he would have remembered her.

The woman laughed and looked out to sea, but she didn’t answer Simon’s question. “So,” she said. “College isn’t starting out the way you’d imagined, is it?”

This conversation was becoming weirder by the moment. “No,” said Simon slowly and guardedly, staring at her. “I guess it’s not.”

He wondered how old she was. She looked somehow ageless — she could have been 21 just as easily as she could have been 45.

“Life is sometimes far more complicated than it needs to be,” said the woman with a sigh, and she turned to give Simon a sympathetic smile. “The centuries pass, but some things are always the same. Always humans find ways to make the greatest pleasures in life unreasonably difficult. Always there is shame, fear, and etiquette getting in the way. Don’t you think so, Simon?”

“Um… yeah, I guess you’re right,” said Simon. He had no idea where this was going, but something in her words was striking a chord with him. But hang on, he thought — he was having a conversation with a stranger who knew his name, and who seemed to know far too much about what was happening in his life. He couldn’t just keep on talking like this.

“I’m sorry,” he said, more firmly this time, “But I’m afraid I don’t know who you are. What’s your name?”

She gave him an amused look. Her bright green eyes were twinkling.

“Silly boy,” she said quietly. “You wear my amulet, but you can’t even guess my name.”

Simon’s breath caught in his throat. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“You are wearing an amulet that has lain in my temple for almost two thousand years. You walk alone on this beach, my token around your neck, and you ask the wind and the waves — silently, yes, but still you ask — to tell you why you are lonely, why you are a virgin, why none of the girls ever even look at you. You stand here with these thoughts in your head, hoping for solace. And now you are surprised when I answer your call?”

Simon’s mouth had gone dry. This couldn’t be happening. He was dreaming for sure.

“You mean you’re… Venus?”

She beamed at him. “Now you’re catching up. I am Venus, she who was born from the foaming sea. I am the true and ancient goddess of love, and lust, and pleasure.”

“But you’re — you’re just a legend! You’re not telling me you’re real? Am I — am I hallucinating?”

“Hush,” she said soothingly, and she laid a hand on his arm. Her touch was soft, and felt totally real. “You’re not hallucinating, you’re perfectly sane. And I am as real as you, Simon. Oh, few believe in me now of course,” she said wistfully, gazing out at the crashing waves. “Gone are the days when entire civilisations worshipped in my name. But I have power still.”

She looked Simon straight in the eye. Something in her gaze made him feel like she was looking right into him, into his innermost thoughts. It should have felt uncomfortable, but it didn’t. Something about that look made Simon feel like it was okay. Like whatever she could see in him, she wasn’t judging him, and she didn’t care. Like she could see all of him, and all of him was safe.

“I certainly have power,” said Venus slowly and silkily, “To help a heartsick boy who wants only to experience the joys of my domain.”

Simon felt a flutter in his stomach. “What do you mean?”

Venus turned towards Santa May, and stared thoughtfully at the town. “You know Simon,” she said, “The girls in this place aren’t nearly as unexciting as you’ve experienced so far. I know what you fantasised it would be like in college, and I know how much of a letdown it seems. But really… really, you haven’t met any of the interesting girls in Santa May so far. Not the ones who are living their young lives with true spirit, true passion. Not the ones who understand how to worship me.”

“Worship you?”

“Oh, not the way you’re thinking,” Venus laughed. “I don’t mean temples and rituals and all that fuss — that’s long in the past now. But Simon, I am a goddess of lust and pleasure. All you need to do to worship me is live out your most ecstatic sensual desires. Wherever humans celebrate the pleasures of the body — wherever people join together to truly, uninhibitedly live out the joyous ecstasies of sex — that is my worship.”

She looked him in the eye. “And my worship is very strong in this town, Simon.”

Simon gulped. “Well,” he said, “That’s as may be. But I’m sorry, it doesn’t do me much good to know there are girls out there who are… who are worshipping you like that. I know what it’s like when I approach girls. It never leads to anything good.”

“But Simon,” said Venus playfully, “That’s exactly why I’m here. I came in answer to your longing. I want to give you my blessing, Simon. I want to use my magic to make the world open up for you.”

Simon didn’t know what to think. This was insane, impossible, absurd. But the woman standing next to him with her bare feet in the surf, tossing her long hair in the afternoon breeze, seemed like the most real thing in the world. Somehow, in the core of himself, he sensed that he wasn’t dreaming. This was real.

“Why me?” he asked. “I mean — would you have come to anyone who picked up the amulet, and who was wishing for sex?”

“No,” said Venus. “Not just anyone. But you deserve this, Simon. You’re a good man. You deserve to have your fantasies come true.”

“And what… what exactly did you mean, you want to give me your blessing?”

Venus smiled. “Why don’t I show you,” she said in a quiet, purposeful tone. And she reached out, and rested her hand gently but firmly on the back of Simon’s neck.

All at once, Simon felt the amulet grow hot against his skin beneath his shirt. It was almost painful — a sudden flare of intense heat. At the same moment, he felt something like a trail of sparks run from Venus’s hand, right down his spine. Then there were more of them, a whole cascade of sparks, racing all over his body, tingling and magical. The amulet flared with heat once more, and the sparks seemed suddenly to sink into his skin, as though they were entering his body. And then, as abruptly as it had started, it was over.

Simon staggered, and almost lost his footing on the sand. The sensation had not been painful, but it had been one of the strangest feelings he had ever experienced. “What was that?” he asked the goddess, who was watching him with a satisfied smile.

“My blessing,” she said simply. “Now my magic is in you, Simon.”

“But what does that mean?” he asked her. “What does your blessing give me?”

“Well, quite a lot of things actually,” she said breezily. “You are now permanently immune to all STDs. You cannot get a woman pregnant unless you specifically want to. But those are just bonuses, really. The biggest blessing — the one that is really going to change your life, Simon — is that I have cast on you a very powerful charm of luck.”

Simon stared at her. “Luck?” he repeated.

“Oh yes,” she said with a smile that was almost a smirk. “Luck, Simon. Sexual luck. From this moment on, you will find that without even trying, you will meet girls who want to fuck you. Girls who want to be absolute sluts for you. And not only that, from this moment on you never need to worry about saying the wrong thing. Every conversation with a girl you fancy will end exactly the way you dream it might. Every fantasy you’ve ever had about your life in college will come true. My magic is in you now, Simon, and your luck is going to be very, very different. And I rather think,” she said as her smile grew broader, “that you are going to seriously enjoy it.”

Simon’s heart was pounding. He hardly dared to believe it.

“Do I have to do anything?” he asked. “Do I need to, like… do something to make it work?”

“Do whatever you want,” said Venus with a shrug. “That’s the beauty of it. With my blessing on you, anything you choose to do can lead to excitement.”

Simon swallowed. “Well… thank you,” he said. “I mean… I don’t know how I can possibly thank you for this.”

“I told you,” said Venus graciously, “You will be thanking me just by living out your dreams. Every moment of pleasure you experience is a form of worship to me. And now,” she added with a sigh, “it is time for me to take my leave. And I have a feeling you might want to head back to your dorm room, Simon.”

“Right,” said Simon, slightly dazedly. “Will I ever see you again?”

“Maybe,” said Venus with a grin. “In the meantime… enjoy yourself, Simon.” Her eyes twinkled wickedly.

Simon grinned at her bashfully, and turned to go.

“Oh, Simon,” Venus called him back. “I forgot to say — there is one other blessing I’ve also given you.” And she leaned in close to him, and whispered in his ear. He could feel her breath against his cheek.

“You will find, Simon, that you get hard again astonishingly fast after you come. And you will keep getting hard again, no matter how many times you climax. I have a feeling it’s going to make you rather popular with the girls…”

Simon couldn’t speak, but he caught Venus’s eye and saw her give him another knowing, smirking smile. He glanced towards Santa May, and when he looked back at Venus, she had disappeared.

***

By the time he got back to his dormitory, Simon had almost convinced himself that the meeting with Venus must have been a dream. He had been affected by the hot sun on the beach, he was trying to tell himself. He paused in the corridor outside his room, digging in his pockets for his keys. Yes, he told himself firmly yet again. It had obviously just been his imagination playing tricks on —

“Hey!” called a voice. “Are you Simon?”

Simon turned, and saw a girl running up the corridor towards him. She had bright red hair, and she wore a pretty, flower-patterned sundress.

“Um — yes,” he said. “That’s me.”

“Oh good,” said the girl, panting as she stopped in front of him. “I thought I’d missed you.”

Up close, Simon thought she was stunningly cute. She had bright blue eyes, dimpled and rosy cheeks, and her wavy red hair fell in beautiful tumbles below her shoulders. Her sundress was cut very low at the front, and as she drew a series of deep breaths, her creamy-white chest heaved. Simon had to fight not to stare. The girl’s boobs were big, full, and looked deliciously heavy and soft.

Catching her breath, the girl flashed Simon a playful, cheeky smile that made her flushed cheeks dimple. “I’m Gemma,” she said warmly.

“Lovely to meet you,” said Simon automatically. “What can I do for you, Gemma?”

“Well,” she said, in a mock-businesslike manner. “I’m a local in Santa May, and my parents are away for a few weeks, so I’ve got the house to myself. So I thought, why not get some of the other freshers together and have a party so we can start getting to know each other? After all,” she said with a grin, “we’re in college now — we all want a chance to start living like it! Why not start the year with a bang?”

Simon’s experience of house parties so far had not been promising: they normally ended with him awkwardly talking to other boys after the girls ignored him all night. But the memory of Venus’s words rose suddenly in his mind. Could it be… could it really be…?

“I came here to invite some of the girls in the dorm upstairs,” Gemma was saying, “but none of them wanted to come. They’re all going to the official meet-and-greet tonight — sounds boring as hell if you ask me. But then one of them told me there was a boy on this corridor called Simon who had told her he wasn’t going. And we need more boys on the guest list, so –” and she gave him a smile that made something queasy happen in his stomach.

“Would you like to come, Simon?”

Simon’s mouth was dry, but he forced himself to speak. “Thanks,” he said, and smiled back. “I’d love to.”

“Brilliant,” said Gemma, looking genuinely happy. “I’ll add you to the list for the girl on the door. It’s 56 Maple Street — just come by any time after eight. See you then!”

And with that, she was off, the hem of her sundress fluttering behind her.

Simon stood at the door of his room, frozen, hardly daring to believe what had just happened. Slowly, he let himself into his room, and sat down on the bed. He was very conscious of the cold metal of the amulet against his chest.

He glanced at the clock. It was already after six.

Better freshen up, he thought. It looked like he had a party to go to.

Chapter 2: The Party

The door opened quickly when he knocked. A cute girl in a low-cut crop top and tiny denim shorts peeked around it. She smiled at him, and Simon suddenly felt like several butterflies were fluttering to life in his stomach. She was gorgeous.

“Hi,” she said. “Are you on the guest list?”

“Yes,” he answered. “I’m Simon.”

The girl glanced at her phone and briefly scrolled through something, then she grinned and slipped the phone into her pocket. “Perfect,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Come in!”

She stepped back to allow him to enter. Trying hard to seem relaxed and natural, Simon stepped inside. Gemma’s house was massive and lavish. A carpeted staircase led from the hallway to the floors above. From further inside he could hear laughter and chatter.

“I’m Lisa,” said the girl. And before he knew what she was doing, she had stepped forward, reached up, and kissed him on the cheek.

Simon felt himself flush red. He met her eye — and saw that she was grinning at him with a knowing look. She had curly brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a round, slightly freckled face, and bright blue eyes. Her top was so low cut that Simon couldn’t help glancing downwards. Her tits were big — maybe DDs, though Simon was no expert — and they were barely covered. The peachy swell of them against her tight crop top made them look as fresh and enticing as ripe fruit.

Realising that he was staring, Simon looked back at her face. She didn’t look remotely offended — in fact she looked pleased and amused. “Enjoying the view?” she asked him.

“I –” Simon stammered.

Lisa giggled and took him by the hand. Her hand was soft and felt perfect in his grip. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, leaning close to him so he could feel her breath on his cheek. “We all know what we’re here for.”

And she winked at him playfully. “Come on,” she said. “I like you — I think I’ll introduce you to my friend.”

Before he knew what was happening, Simon was letting Lisa lead him by the hand into a big open-plan kitchen and living room. As he looked around the room, Simon felt his pulse race. It was full of girls — and they were stunning. Simon could see blondes, brunettes, redheads; white girls, dark girls, Asian girls; tall girls, short girls; every type of girl he could think of. There were only two things they had in common. They were all skimpily dressed. And they were all breathtakingly hot.

There were boys too, though not as many, and many of the girls were stood around in small groups talking to the boys. Others sat on couches chatting among themselves. Most of them held drinks.

“I’ll need to find someone else to be the door-girl,” said Lisa, “so you go grab yourself a drink. Won’t be a moment!”

And she slipped away. Simon swallowed, suddenly nervous. He caught sight of Gemma, talking with a group of boys; she winked at him and gave him a wave. He smiled back. Feeling a little more at ease, he moved over to the kitchen area, where there was an array of drinks spread out on a counter. A blonde girl was pouring herself a voka and lemonade.

“Hi,” she said with a shy smile. Her hair was cut in a bob, and she wore a tight red t-shirt and a miniskirt. Simon couldn’t help noticing that her tits were even bigger than Lisa’s. If Lisa’s were DDs, this girl’s must have been several sizes up — G cups at least, maybe even more. The swell of them beneath her t-shirt made Simon want to swoon.

“Hi,” he said, trying not to look. “I’m Simon.”

“I’m Sophie,” said the girl. She was looking at him with an expression half shy, half hopeful. Her green eyes were sparkling with curiosity. “Are you a fresher too?”

“Yes,” Simon replied, as he started to make himself the same drink as Sophie. “This is the first party I’ve been to in Santa May.”

“Do you know anyone?” Sophie asked. Her mouth, he noticed, was perfectly pert, and her lips were pink.

“Nobody,” he answered. “Well — I guess I know Gemma, though I only met her today. And Lisa now — I just met her at the door.”

“Oh, Lisa’s a great person to know! I met her on my first day in town, and she’s so friendly. I wish I were as confident as her.”

“Do you — I mean — do you not feel confident?”

Sophie blushed. “Well… I get shy sometimes. Actually, just before this party Lisa was encouraging me to dress different.” Her eyes flicked downwards to the tight red t-shirt she was wearing. “She said I’ll get more attention from the boys if I show my… well, if I wear something low-cut. She said, ‘Sophie, with a body like yours, all you need to do is show it off.’ But I just couldn’t. I can do the mini-skirt, but well… I get self-conscious. I just couldn’t wear a top as revealing as the one Lisa’s wearing.”

Simon couldn’t believe a girl was talking to him about this. He took a sip of his vodka and lemonade. Go on, he urged himself. Say something. Make a move.

“I think you’d look amazing in a top like Lisa’s,” he blurted out.

Sophie stared at him, looking encouraged. There was a pink flush in her cheeks. “Do you really think so?” she said.

“Positive,” said Simon. “You’d look absolutely stunning with those tits on display.”

He hadn’t meant to say it. He’d meant to say something more subtle. Brilliant, he thought bitterly, now I’ve blown it.

But Sophie, though she was blushing furiously, looked nothing less than thrilled. “Simon,” she whispered, her cheeks bright red. “Simon, you shouldn’t. You mean you — you like them?” She gave an embarrassed little giggle.

Before Simon could reply, Lisa had reappeared. She slipped her arm into Simon’s and grinned at both of them. “Hey Sophie,” she said. “Hope you’re making our new guest feel welcome.”

Sophie nodded, still looking bashfully excited. “Um… I think I might go change my t-shirt,” she said.

“Oooh, great idea,” said Lisa enthusiastically. “I’m going to introduce Simon to Tilly. Guess we’ll see you later?”

Sophie nodded, with another shy but hopeful smile at Simon. With a gentle tug on his arm, Lisa steered him away. “I’m glad you met Sophie,” she said to him in an undertone, as she led him across the room between the groups of girls. “Of course, she’s just your type.”

“How do you know what my type is?” asked Simon. “We’ve only just met!”

“Oh Simon,” she said in an indulgent tone, and turned him to face her. She was smiling broadly, and as she leaned in against his chest and slipped her arms around his waist, he could feel her tits pressing against him.

“It’s not hard to tell,” she whispered playfully as she looked up at him. “I only had to see where your eyes went when I answered the door.”

And with a wicked grin, not waiting for him to answer, she pulled him over to one of the couches. A girl was sitting there alone. She was a brunette like Lisa, but unlike Lisa’s bouncing curls, her hair was straight. She wore a slim black choker round her neck, and a spangly dark blue blouse with a plunging neckline. Unlike Sophie, Simon thought, this girl definitely did not seem self-conscious about her boobs. They were all but bursting out of her blouse: ripe, curvy, and creamy white, just like Lisa’s. When Simon caught her eye, she gave him a very naughty-looking smirk.

“Tilly,” said Lisa, “this is Simon.” As she spoke, she pulled Simon down onto the couch beside Tilly, and settled herself on his other side. He was sitting between the two girls, and both of them were turning on the couch to face him, leaning in towards him.

“Hi Simon,” grinned Tilly, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. He could see directly down her blouse, and he could have sworn she was lingering at just the right angle to give him a good, long look. Her tits looked incredible.

“Hi Tilly,” he said as she pulled back a few inches and caught his gaze. She was beautiful — deep brown eyes and plump, full lips. On an impulse, he leaned forward, and kissed her cheek in return. Her skin was perfectly smooth and soft. The thought flashed across his mind: did her tits feel just as smooth and soft as her cheek?

“All this cheek-kissing,” said Lisa in a teasing voice. “There you both go, kissing each other on the cheek. Tilly, don’t you ever wish somebody would kiss you somewhere a bit more exciting?”

Simon’s stomach turned over.

“Oh I do, Lisa,” said Tilly, looking past Simon and catching Lisa’s eye. “Before you brought Simon over I was just wishing somebody would come over here and kiss me on the mouth. I’m just aching to make out with someone.” She flashed Simon that wicked smirk again. “A boy… or a girl.”

Lisa giggled. “Come on then Tilly,” she said, leaning across Simon. “Let’s make out.”

Tilly leaned forward. Simon held his breath, barely daring to believe it. The girls leaned across him towards each other, Lisa putting one hand on the back of Tilly’s head to pull her close. Inches away from Simon’s face, the girls’ lips touched. Simon had never seen anything so hot in his life. Tilly and Lisa kissed each other passionately, their lips pressing and smooching against each other, their tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. After a few long moments, the girls stopped — but they didn’t pull back. Instead they both turned, and looked at Simon, mischief glittering in their eyes.

“Want to join in, Simon?” Tilly asked.

He couldn’t speak — but he knew she could see the desire on his face. Tilly leaned towards him, and her long brown hair brushed across his cheek. She was inches away, and her open mouth looked so full and soft. Simon closed his eyes.

Tilly’s mouth pressed against his, and Simon felt his entire body shiver with pleasure. Her lips felt exquisite. She slipped her tongue gently into his mouth, caressing his lips, teasing his tongue. He kissed her back, loving the way her wet lips pressed against his own, and he felt her arching her body against him, one of her hands slipping onto the back of his neck and pulling his mouth harder into hers. He had never kissed a girl before, and it felt every bit as good as he had imagined.

“Tilly, you’ve got to share,” Simon heard Lisa say, teasingly. With a last passionate kiss, Tilly pulled back. Simon opened his eyes to see both girls grinning playfully. Lisa leaned in towards him, and kissed him hard, her tongue slipping straight into his mouth. She was running her hands over his chest, and without thinking he put one hand on the small of her back and pulled her against him. Her mouth was wet and warm and delicious. He could feel Tilly still close against him, her hand still on the back of his neck while he made out with Lisa.

At last Lisa pulled back. Both girls had twined their arms around Simon, their bodies pressed against him, their faces inches from his. He could see right down both their fronts, and the view of those four perfect, full, heaving tits was making him feel almost dizzy with arousal.

“Are you having fun, Simon?” asked Lisa with a grin.

Simon actually laughed. He grinned back at her. “So much fun,” he said.

“So Simon,” said Tilly. She was running her hand gently through his hair, making his scalp tingle. “Lisa was telling me you’ve never been with a girl.”

Simon blinked. “How did — how on Earth did you know that?” he asked Lisa in shock, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“I know a virgin when I meet one,” said Lisa, with that now-familiar twinkle in her eye. “I could tell the moment I opened the door to you. And I just loved how shy you were. That’s why I decided to introduce you to Tilly. You know Simon…” and she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Tilly and I just love virgins.”

Simon swallowed. His heart was hammering in his chest.

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” he said, trying not to get too distracted by the sensation of Tilly’s fingers running through his hair. “What you said at the door… you said… we all know what we’re here for.”

Lisa giggled, and Tilly laughed out loud. “Well,” said Lisa, “we do, don’t we? Everyone here knows what kind of party this is. Gemma’s the kind of girl who knows what she wants. She got all the girls together and said we should have a party, and we should invite the boys. After all…” and Lisa’s smile grew naughtier. “After all, Gemma’s family are rich. There are just so many bedrooms upstairs in this house. So many bedrooms where some of us might… sneak off…”

Simon’s mouth had gone very dry. Lisa and Tilly were looking at him with a very naughty gleam in their eyes.

“Come on Simon,” said Lisa — and something in her smile made all the butterflies in his stomach flutter at once. “I think it’s time we showed you what it feels like to really have some fun.”

The two girls got to their feet. Swallowing, Simon got to his feet too. Lisa took him by the hand, and Tilly slipped her arm around his waist. The two girls led Simon out of the living room, back into the hallway, and up the stairs.

Chapter 3: Lisa and Tilly

Tilly shut the door, and turned to face Simon. She and Lisa stood side by side, looking at him, those mischievous smiles dancing on their faces. They were in a large bedroom, and in its centre stood a massive king sized bed. Simon stood facing the girls. He had never felt so exctied in his life — or so nervous.

Lisa stepped towards him, a playful gleam in her eyes. She came very close, brushed her body against him, and began stroking his chest with her hand. “Tilly,” she said. “I think Simon’s wearing too many clothes.”

“Oh I do agree,” said Tilly. She stepped close too, and began unbuttoning Simon’s shirt. As Lisa slipped her hand inside the shirt and ran her fingers across Simon’s chest, Tilly leaned in, and very softly kissed his neck. It made a shiver run right through his body. He could feel her breath on the skin of his neck as her lips lingered there. Then she kissed him again, but harder. Simon’s breath caught in his throat. He had never imagined that being kissed on the neck could feel so good.

His shirt was off, and Tilly let it fall to the ground. The girls pressed their bodies against him, their hands running all over his back and chest. Lisa pulled his face down to hers and kissed him deep on the mouth. Tilly was still hungrily kissing his neck, and then she was biting his neck too, and it was the sweetest and hottest pain he had ever felt. Simon put one arm around Lisa and the other around Tilly, caressing the girls, holding them tight against him. Without stopping to think, he let his hand slide right down Lisa’s back, and onto her ass. Even through her shorts, the round, firm, delicious curve of Lisa’s ass felt perfect in his hand, and he squeezed. Immediately he felt her respond, her tongue plunging deeper into his mouth, her body pressing against him. He slid his other hand down Tilly’s back, and squeezed her ass too. She bit his neck again, hard, and he shuddered with pleasure. Simon could barely believe what was happening. He was in a bedroom with two stunningly hot girls — two! — and he was fondling their asses while they passionately kissed him. Venus had been right. This really was changing his life.

Lisa stopped making out with him, and looked him in the face with a smirk. Tilly did the same.

“Do you like our asses, Simon?” Lisa asked him with a grin.

Simon squeezed both their asses at once, and the girls giggled. “I love your asses,” he said fervently.

“You’ll like them even more once our panties are off,” said Tilly slyly. Simon felt his heart leap into his throat in excitement. Lisa giggled again.

“I’ve got another question,” said Lisa cheekily. “Simon…” and she looked up at him with a positively devilish smile. “Do you like big tits?”

Simon looked down into Lisa’s and Tilly’s cleavages, and he couldn’t stop himself letting out a moan of longing. “I love big tits,” he confessed. “It’s always what I fantasise about. Just thinking about them drives me wild.”

“Well,” said Lisa slowly, still with that wicked grin, “if just thinking about them drives you wild… just imagine what it would be like to actually play with them.”

She and Tilly shared a look. And then, with one movement, Lisa pulled her crop top up and over her shoulders, and Tilly pulled off her spangly blouse. Simon couldn’t stop himself gasping. In just their bras, with their tits almost fully on show, the girls looked even more irresistible.

“Let’s get him on the bed,” said Tilly wickedly. The two girls seized Simon by his arms and pulled him across the room. Before he knew it he was in the middle of the bed, leaning back against a huge mound of pillows, and Lisa and Tilly had jumped on top of him. The motion made their boobs bounce wildly in their bras, and Simon felt his cock straining desperately against his jeans, his mouth watering, his heart pounding. The sight of those perfect tits jiggling and bouncing in the girls’ tiny, frilly bras was intoxicating. Lisa and Tilly were settling themselves in his lap, each of them straddling one of Simon’s legs. Their tits were right in his face, inches away from him. He had never been this close to even one girl’s tits in his life, and now there were two pairs of big, quivering boobs, right there in his face.

“Want to suck on our titties, Simon?” whispered Lisa, bending over him. “Want to squeeze them and kiss them and feel them pressed against your face?”

Simon couldn’t speak to answer — but Lisa’s smile told him she understood. She reached behind her back, and undid her bra. Simon held his breath. Slowly, Lisa slipped the bra down, revealing more and more of the soft white swell of her tits. And then she pulled it off, and tossed it away. Her tits hung free, inches from his face, big and round and with pert, perfectly sized nipples. Lisa took Simon’s hands in hers, lifted them, and brought them to her boobs.

It was every bit as good as Simon had always imagined. Lisa’s tits were beautifully firm when he squeezed, and yet at the same time exquisitely soft, smooth, and supple, with hard, erect nipples. For a few moments she let him just knead them, squeezing them again and again, drinking in the sight of those perfect big boobs in his hands. And then with a grin, she put her arms around the back of Simon’s head, and pulled his face into her tits.

It was like Heaven. The smooth skin of Lisa’s boobs pressed against his face — their firm, swelling softness yielding to the pressure as he slowly rubbed his face in them — the taste of her skin as he opened his mouth and let his tongue start caressing her tits — the sensation was extraordinary. Lisa rubbed her boobs across his face, then guided him to her nipple, and slipped it into his mouth. Instinctively Simon began to suck, and he heard Lisa moan, her hands tightening and pulling him closer, pressing his face harder into her tits. Simon’s mind had gone blissfully blank as he passionately sucked on Lisa’s tit, and in that moment he knew he would never, ever grow tired of sucking on a woman’s nipples.

“Now you’re the one who’s not sharing,” he heard Tilly say to Lisa in a sultry, teasing voice.

Opening his eyes and taking his mouth off Lisa’s tit, Simon turned his head to look at Tilly. Her bra was off, and her naked tits filled his field of vision. They were as big and full as Lisa’s — maybe even a little bigger. Simon took one of them in his free hand and squeezed, his other hand still kneading one of Lisa’s. Tilly’s boobs were soft and heavy and felt incredible. He leaned forward and took the other in his mouth, sucking Tilly’s boob just as he had sucked Lisa’s, and he heard her gasp and moan just like Lisa had done. The two girls leaned in together, their hands on the back of his neck to pull him against them, and all four of their boobs pressed against Simon’s face. He moaned in ecstasy — one girl’s boob grasped in each of his hands, squeezing and kneading them, while he pressed his face into their tits. The smooth, soft skin of their big, heavy boobs slid against Simon’s face as he rubbed from side to side. He sucked hard, first on Tilly’s nipple and then on Lisa’s, relishing their gasps and moans as he stroked their nipples with his tongue, slid them gently between his teeth, sucking hard on their firm, pert nipples.

Simon didn’t think it could get any better — until what Tilly did next.

While Simon was sucking passionately on Lisa’s tit, he felt Tilly move, bringing her head down and kissing his neck. Quickly, energetically, she began planting kissing on his neck, his chest, his sides, moving down his body —

Simon stopped sucking Lisa’s boob and looked at Tilly in time to see her crouched between his open legs, unbuckling his belt. She met his gaze and gave him the dirtiest, most exciting grin he had ever seen in his life. Then without breaking eye contact, she licked her lips.

“Oh my God,” breathed Simon.

Lisa gave a giggle, cradling Simon’s head in her arms and pressing her cleavage against the side of his face. “Simon,” she said silkily, “I think Tilly’s about to be a very naughty girl for you. I think she’s about to show you just what a slut she is.”

The word slut made Simon feel like he was on fire with arousal, and just as Lisa said it, Tilly pulled his jeans and his pants right off. “Oooh, yes please,” said Lisa appreciatively at the sight of his cock, which was rock-hard and throbbing with desire. Tilly said nothing, but fixed Simon with an intense gaze, and slowly, sensuously licked her lips again. The sight of this gorgeous, topless babe kneeling between his legs, gazing into his eyes, and slowly lowering her face down towards his cock, was the hottest thing Simon had ever seen.

Not breaking eye contact, Tilly took his cock in her hand, and gave it a single, gentle kiss. She barely brushed it with her lips, but Simon’s every nerve was alert to the touch of her mouth, and he felt his cock pulsing in her hand. She kissed it again, more firmly, and then again. Then very slowly, she opened her mouth… and licked his cock from the base to the tip. Simon felt a shiver of ecstasy rushing all through his body. Tilly’s tongue on his cock was wet and soft and supple. She licked him again, caressing his entire shaft with her tongue, and then circling the head several times, licking it from every angle. Simon was breathing heavily, barely aware of Lisa stroking his hair, his eyes fixed on Tilly. She opened her mouth wide, and licked his cock once again, but this time it was as though she was licking it with her whole mouth, letting her lips and tongue run slowly together up the shaft from the balls to the tip.

Tilly met his gaze again for one moment, and he saw the gleaming light of excitement in her eyes.

And then she lowered her head, and took his cock completely into her mouth.

Simon let out a massive gasp and threw his head back in ecstasy. The sensation of Tilly’s hot, wet mouth enveloping his cock made his head spin with pleasure. He could feel her tongue sliding up and down it, her beautifully soft lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, as she began to slide his cock deep into her throat. In and out she drew it, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. His cock was immersed in the warm, delicious wetness of her mouth, and he could feel her sucking, the exquisite sensation of wet tight pressure all over his cock. Her head was bobbing on his cock, her hand wrapped around it at the base and stroking it, gripping it tighter and rubbing it harder as she sucked and sucked and sucked. Lisa pressed Simon’s face into her cleavage, letting him savour the sensations of tits in his face and a mouth on his cock in the same swooning moment. Tilly was sucking even harder, and she was taking his entire cock into her mouth, slight gagging and glugging noises coming from her throat as she passionately sucked him balls-deep into her hungry mouth.

Simon could feel an orgasm building in his balls, his entire cock throbbing, getting ready to blow his load. “I’m going to come!” he gasped. Tilly did not stop — she began sucking him even faster, harder, deeper, and there was spit dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she gagged passionately on his cock. Simon felt himself drawing to a peak — felt her mouth on his cock sucking so hard, so deep, so wet — and then he reached the climax, and felt his entire body explode with release. Gasping with pleasure, shuddering with ecstasy from his head to his toes, he felt his cock pumping spurt after spurt of cum into Tilly’s mouth. It felt like a massive load.

Slowly, Tilly slid her mouth off his cock, and raised her head. She pressed her lips together, and he saw her swallow, several times. The sight of her swallowing his cum was yet another sight that Simon knew would be burnt into his memory for the rest of his life.

She gazed into his eyes as they both let themselves breathe. After a moment she said: “You cum tastes so good.”

Simon could feel himself grinning with satisfied pleasure. Tilly grinned back, and began licking the remaining drops of cum off his cock, cleaning him from base to tip. Simon turned his face back into Lisa’s chest and gave each of her boobs a long, passionate kiss. He looked up into her face to see her smiling cheekily down at him. “Are you having a good first time?” she asked him playfully.

Simon laughed out loud and relaxed into her arms while Tilly carried on licking his cock. “This is the best night of my life,” he told her.

“I think,” said Tilly slowly from between his legs, “that your night is about to get even better.”

Lisa glanced down, and Simon saw her eyes widen. “You’re hard again so fast!” she said.

Simon’s cock had indeed regained hardness startlingly fast. It had been only a minute or two since he had come, but the feeling of Tilly’s tongue as she licked him clean had brought him almost instantly back to full readiness. He could feel himself ready for more. Another surge of excitement shot through him as he remembered what Venus had told him: he would never run out, he could come as many times as he liked.

“I’ve got so much more in me,” he said fervently to the girls. “I’m ready for more fun.”

The girls looked at each other, and Simon saw their expressions grow greedily excited. “Well Simon,” said Lisa teasingly, a bright twinkle in her eyes, “Just what kind of fun were you thinking we could have next?”

“Well,” said Simon with growing confidence — he felt like he was starting to get the hang of this kind of talk — “I was just thinking we’ve got a rather unequal situation here. I’m completely naked… but you girls are both still wearing panties.”

Lisa and Tilly giggled with delight, and Lisa sprang off Simon to crouch beside Tilly. Both of them reached down, and began unbuttoning their tight denim shorts. Simon scrambled up onto his knees, and gazed in rapture at the girls as they stripped for him. They both tossed aside their shorts, and were left wearing nothing but tiny, frilly panties. And then, with those naughty smiles he was coming to know so well, they pulled those panties down.

The sight of their perfect pussies — shaved, pink, with their tender slits looking so inviting — made Simon catch his breath. Completely naked, Lisa and Tilly smirked at him, clearly loving the way he was staring openly at their pussies.

“I feel so ready for that cock in me,” said Tilly hungrily, looking down at Simon’s throbbing cock.

“Oh no Tilly,” said Lisa firmly, her eyes fixed on Simon. “You gave him his first blowjob…” and she looked Simon directly in his eyes. “I’m going to give him his first fuck.”

And she pounced on Simon, and kissed him deep on the mouth. He pulled her against him and began running his hands all over her body, caressing the flawless skin of her toned back, her soft thighs, her slender waist, her firm round ass. She gripped his shoulder and bit his neck, hard, making him gasp with pleasure. Then she pulled him with her, sideways, as she let herself fall back onto the pillows, and then she was on her back, and Simon was on top. She was kissing his neck, clutching at his back, pulling him down onto her, and her legs were wrapping around him and squeezing him tight between her thighs. His hard cock was pressing into her crotch. Simon had never done this before, but somehow he knew exactly what to do. He felt the soft, yielding wetness of her pussy beneath the head of his cock. He braced his body against Lisa’s, and pushed his cock inside her.

Tight, juicy, warm, soakingly wet pussy enveloped Simon’s cock. For one moment, he thought he might swoon with pleasure. Lisa had let out a long, loud moan of startled ecstasy. Simon had never in his life felt anything so delicious as the sensation of Lisa’s pussy gripping his cock. He had slid his cock right inside her, pushing deep into her tightness, and the feeling of wet tight pussy gripping his cock from all sides was divine. Gasping, he started to thrust. Lisa cried out and clutched at his back, scraping her nails across his skin, then she pulled his neck down and bit him, hard, while he pumped her harder and harder. Tilly was on the bed next to them, bouncing in excitement as she watched.

“Fuck her, Simon!” she cried with glee. “Fuck that slut! Use her like the slut she is, Simon — make that girl feel like she’s just a slutty little fucktoy for your cock!”

And Lisa was whimpering his ear: “Fuck me, Simon. Make me your slut, Simon. I want to be such a good little slut for you… oh GOD!”

Lisa cried out in pleasure, and she couldn’t say a word more — all she could do was moan and pant as Simon ploughed her. He was fucking her hard, pumping his cock again and again into her perfectly tight pussy. He seized her hands and held them down against the bed, pinning her in place; she gripped him tight with her thighs as if her whole body was just begging him to keep fucking her. Her tits were shaking and jiggling wildly with every thrust. Simon could feel himself building towards climax again, and the thought flashed across his mind — was it too soon? Shouldn’t he try to keep going?

But as if she read his mind, Tilly was speaking: “Don’t hold back, Simon. This is your first time, Simon — all that matters is you. Just let go.”

Simon stopped holding back. He sped up, fucking her faster and faster, pummelling his cock into her pussy, and she was screaming and moaning, her whole body pressed against him, shuddering, and he felt her pussy tighten suddenly around his cock — she was coming, he could feel her body convulsing beneath him as the orgasm rippled through her, and in that moment, Simon let go. His cock exploded with cum, and he collapsed on top of Lisa, gasping in amazement as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. She was clinging to him, whimpering with joy, as he pumped an even bigger load into her pussy than he had released in Tilly’s mouth. He let out a moan as his body shuddered into her yet again, and he felt his cock releasing the last few pumps of cum. And then it was over, and he was lying on top of Lisa, her smooth skin against his, her arms around him, her gorgeous face wide-eyed and dizzy with bliss.

“Oh Simon,” she whispered. “That was so good. So good, Simon.”

Tilly was stroking Simon’s back, and the whisper-soft touch of her fingers running down his spine made him feel wonderfully relaxed. He rolled off Lisa, and lay on his back between the two girls, breathing slowly and deeply. Lisa curled against his side, and rested her head on his chest. Tilly leaned against the pillows and looked down at Simon with an indulgent grin.

“So,” she said. “How does it feel not to be a virgin anymore?”

Simon grinned back. “It feels incredible,” he told her.

“Oh my God,” breathed Lisa. She had turned her head and was looking down Simon’s body. “You really do have loads more in you.”

And indeed, Simon’s cock had already grown hard again.

“I know exactly what we should do next,” said Tilly naughtily. “Simon: I have a feeling you are going to be popular. I think the girls are going to be practically lining up to be sluts for you. And to get you ready for that, I think we should let you do something that will really make you feel like a stud.”

Simon wasn’t quite sure what could make him feel more like a stud than he already did right now. But he had a very good feeling about the look Tilly was giving him.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Well,” she said playfully. “Have you ever fantasised about coming on a girl’s face?”

Simon nodded. “All the time.”

“What about two girls’ faces?”

Simon stared. Lisa giggled. And then the two of them were springing off the bed, and kneeling side by side on the carpet.

“Come on then Simon,” said Lisa.

“Yes Simon,” said Tilly wickedly. “Come over here and let us show you just how slutty we can be.”

Amazed at what was happening, Simon got off the bed, and stood before the two girls. His cock was fully erect and already quivering with tension. Lisa and Tilly looked up at him, smirking mischievously. If someone had told Simon 24 hours ago that he would soon be looking at two stunningly hot college babes, completely naked, kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with wicked smiles, licking their lips…

And then Lisa leaned in and licked his cock, and then Tilly did too.

If Simon had thought the blowjob from Tilly felt amazing, the double blowjob that the girls now gave him felt even more extraordinary. The girls licked him all over — his shaft, his head, and his balls — sliding their wet mouths together over his cock so that it felt like every last inch of his cock and balls was being worshipped. Then Lisa plunged his cock fully into her mouth and furiously sucked, while Tilly sucked on his balls. It felt like his entire genitals were immersed in wet, delicious pressure. The girls swapped him back and forth, first Lisa sucking him, then Tilly, then Lisa again, and his cock was soon dripping with their spit. He held on longer this time — it felt like he was already gaining more control over when he came — and the girls gave zero sign of growing tired or wanting to stop. In fact it seemed like the more they sucked his cock, the more enthusiastic they became. Simon let them go on and on, until at last he felt ready to finish.

“Okay,” he gasped. “I’m ready.”

Immediately Tilly slipped her mouth off his cock, Lisa stopped sucking his balls, and the two girls put their faces together, both their hands wrapped around his cock and tugging him expertly. They were looking up at him with expressions of wild, thrilled excitement. Simon felt giddy at the looks in their eyes. These girls were excited just to feel his cum splashing onto their gorgeous faces. It was the sluttiest thing he had ever seen.

With a moan of pleasure, Simon let go. Warm, milky, creamy-thick cum pumped out of his cock, and spurted across both their faces. Great dollops of it kept pumping out of him, landing on their cheeks, their foreheads, their outstretched tongues, some of it even in their hair. With a final shudder, Simon let the last of his load splash onto Lisa’s and Tilly’s upturned faces. They were both streaked with cum, some of it already starting to drip down onto their tits. The two girls looked up at Simon, both of them giving him happy, beautifully naughty smiles. They looked every bit as satisfied as Simon felt.

“Let us lick you clean,” said Tilly, and the two of them leaned forward again, and cleaned his cock with their tongues. Then Tilly turned a devilish smile on Lisa.

“I love this part,” she said.

“Me too,” said Lisa, also grinning wickedly.

And then the two girls did something Simon hadn’t even imagined. They pulled each other close, their slim, beautiful arms slipping around each other’s naked bodies… and they began to lick his cum off each other’s faces.

Hardly daring to breathe in case they stopped, Simon sank down onto the floor beside them so he could watch. Lisa and Tilly were passionately licking each other’s faces, their eyes half-closed, hungrily licking up every last drop of Simon’s cum. They kissed, and he saw Lisa greedily sucking his cum off Tilly’s tongue. Then she bent down, and licked up the cum that had dripped onto Tilly’s tits — and he saw that she was taking the chance to suck hungrily on Tilly’s nipples. At last, every last drop of Simon’s cum had been licked clean. The girls turned their satisfied, beaming faces back towards him.

“Well,” said Lisa. “You’ve really had a special first time now, Simon.” And she giggled happily.

“I expect you’ll be wanting to shower,” sighed Tilly. “There’s a couple of bathrooms up here — you can pick any of them. We’ll clean ourselves up.”

“Excuse me?” said Simon. He was wide awake, full of energy, and he was feeling a kind of confidence he had never known before in his life. “It almost sounds like you girls think I’m finished.”

They stared at him, wide-eyed. “You can’t mean… you still have more?” said Lisa in amazement.

“I am not done with you babes,” said Simon, standing up. “Tilly, I haven’t even fucked you yet. Lisa, I want another go in your pussy. Come on you hot little sluts — get back on the bed.”

For a moment they didn’t move. Then with squeals of glee, Lisa and Tilly jumped back onto the huge bed. Side by side, they got on all fours, heads down, asses in the air, and presented their plump, juicy pussies for Simon to fuck. Simon felt himself grinning uncontrollably. The night was only just beginning.

Chapter 4: Seducing Sophie

Simon stood in the shower half an hour later, letting the hot water stream over his body. He felt more content that he ever had in his life. He had fucked both Tilly and Lisa in doggystyle, which he discovered he loved; and his orgasm each time he came was every bit as strong — like no matter how much he came in one night, it never got less intense. The girls had been thrilled at his stamina, and when he had finished, they had both insisted on giving him their numbers.

“Text either of us any time you want,” Lisa had said as she tapped hers into his phone. “Together or separately. Any time you want a slut.”

Simon’s prospects for life in college were already looking a million times better, he thought as he stepped out of the shower and began drying himself off. He wondered idly whether Sophie the blonde was still downstairs, and whether she had indeed swapped out her t-shirt for something more revealing. Glancing in the mirror as he wrapped the towel around his waist, Simon saw that there was a healthy, energised look in his face, and his eyes were bright. Fucking, it seemed, was good for him.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened, and someone stepped inside. Simon turned to look. It was Gemma, and much like Simon, she was wearing nothing but a towel. It was wrapped around her body, tucked in tight just above the huge swell of her tits, and it fell to just below her ass — showing off an extremely shapely pair of legs.

“Oh hi Simon,” she smiled casually, glancing at him through the clouds of steam. She didn’t seem remotely embarrassed that she had just walked in on him, nor that they were both wearing nothing but towels. As though they were doing nothing more unusual than chatting in a café, the curvy redhead went on: “Are you having a good party?”

“You wouldn’t believe,” said Simon, as Gemma closed the door behind her. “This has been –”

But he stopped talking, frozen mid-sentence, as Gemma turned towards him, and he looked properly at her face for the first time.

Gemma’s cute, dimpled, cheerful face was absolutely coated with cum.

Simon’s mouth fell open. “Gemma,” he said huskily. “You’ve got… you…”

“Oh,” she said with a cheeky grin, as though he were pointing out nothing more awkward than an unzipped fly. “Yes, that’s why I’ve come to take a shower. I let some of the boys take me to one of the bedrooms and pass me around.”

Gemma peered at herself in the mirror, looking impressed. “God, I love being a slut,” she mused. “I don’t understand why any girl wouldn’t want to spend college fucking as many boys as she can. There’s nothing better than being pounded in your pussy… or in your mouth… or letting boys come on your face.”

“There is an amazing amount of cum on your face,” Simon told her.

“There’s plenty more in my pussy,” she said with a giggle. “And in my tummy, come to that — I swallowed so many loads.”

She grinned at Simon. “What about you?” she asked. “I saw you head upstairs with Tilly and Lisa. Have you been having fun?”

“So much fun,” said Simon. Evidently, he thought, it was okay to talk openly with Gemma about sex with Lisa and Tilly — she seemed to think all this was perfectly normal.

“Were they good sluts for you?” Gemma asked him mischievously.

“Such good sluts,” said Simon, finding it incredibly liberating to talk so openly about this. “I’ve never come so much in my life. They sucked and fucked for me like perfect little whores.”

Gemma looked delighted. “Oh, I’m thrilled,” she said. “I really wanted this party to go that way. I hope other people are fucking too — there’s plenty of bedrooms.”

She moved over to the shower and turned it back on. “Anyway,” she went on, “I need to wash off all this cum. Oh, Simon, I’ve just remembered — you should head back downstairs. That girl Sophie was looking for you.”

Simon’s heart beat a little faster. “Thanks,” he said. “I’ll see you later then, Gemma.”

“I certainly hope so,” she said naughtily. Simon grinned, wondering just how many girls were going to flirt with him before the night was over. And he stepped out of the bathroom.

***

Fully dressed, Simon headed back down the stairs, and re-entered the living room. It was a lot less crowded now. Simon wondered how many people were upstairs, making the most of their first college party in Gemma’s various bedrooms.

He glanced out the window, and realised for the first time that Gemma’s garden had a pool in it. Several people were in the water, and a few more were sitting in swimwear on a couple of poolside deckchairs, chatting. One pair of girls were entwined in each other’s arms on a chair to one side, passionately making out. It didn’t look like their bikinis were going to stay on for long.

“Hi Simon,” said a voice behind him.

Simon turned, and saw Sophie. And even after all he had experienced in the past few hours, the sight of her took his breath away.

Sophie wasn’t wearing the red t-shirt anymore. She was wearing a lacy, tight, silky, dark purple blouse that showed her midriff, her shoulders, and most of her tits. If there had been any less of it, Simon thought, it probably would have counted as lingerie. Sophie’s heart-shaped, innocent face wore an expression of shy, nervous excitement. But Simon let himself drink in a very long look somewhere else before he looked back at her face. Sophie’s tits were even bigger than he had thought — much bigger than Lisa’s or Tilly’s (which was saying a lot), and bigger even than Gemma’s (Simon had not seen Gemma naked, but he had seen enough to know that her boobs were massive). They were the size of small watermelons, and they looked like they were swelling with full, firm, natural ripeness, as if just begging to be played with.

Sophie was looking at him anxiously. “Do you think it’s too much?” she asked. “I mean, am I showing too much skin?”

“Sophie,” said Simon, “you look out of this world. You look like an angel. An incredibly sexy angel.”

Sophie blushed scarlet. She looked dizzy with happiness.

“I’m so pleased you like it,” she said softly, glancing shyly into Simon’s eyes and then looking bashfully down. “I’ve never felt like I could wear this before. But Lisa was encouraging me earlier, and then you said… and I thought, well, why not?”

With an awkward giggle, Sophie raised a hand to her blonde bob as if checking it was in place, and then dropped it, looking embarrassed. Simon thought he had never seen a girl look so sweet and yet so arousing in the same moment. The combination of that girlish, shy, innocent face, above that deep, plunging cleavage, the huge white swell of those boobs… and he noticed her tiny waist, and her round, plump ass, and her legs in suspenders beneath her miniskirt.

“We didn’t get a chance to really talk earlier,” said Simon. “Why don’t we sit down?”

Sophie nodded, taking a nervous sip of her drink as Simon led her to a free couch. She perched on the edge of the cushion, then shuffled awkwardly in a way that made her miniskirt ride up, exposing the smooth and tender flesh of her thighs. Sophie didn’t notice; she was staring wide-eyed at Simon. He didn’t think he had ever wanted any girl as much as he wanted Sophie in that moment.

“So…” Simon began. For a moment he felt the old uncertainty coming back to him: what should he say? Sophie was clearly nowhere near as experienced as Lisa or Tilly, and he didn’t want to scare her off. But then he remembered Venus’s words. You never need to worry about saying the wrong thing. Every conversation with a girl you fancy will end exactly the way you dream it might.

“So how do you find Santa May so far?” Simon asked her.

Sophie gave him a shy smile. “Well… I’ve made some lovely friends. Other girls, I mean. Lisa’s been really nice to me.”

“No boys?” asked Simon, giving her a flirty smile. Sophie blushed again.

“I’m not very good with boys,” she confessed. “I want to be. I mean, I really want to be.” And he could see the intensity in her eyes. “But I get quite shy, you know. I’ve been hoping that when I moved to college I might…”

She trailed off, looking embarrassed.

“I know exactly how that feels,” Simon told her. “I felt the same about girls. There were so many experiences I hoped I’d start having when I came to college, because nothing had ever happened for me before.”

“Oh that’s exactly the way it is for me!” said Sophie, nodding eagerly. “It’s so good to meet someone else who feels that way. The way Lisa and Tilly talk about boys, I was starting to wonder if I was the only…” She blushed, but then she finished: “the only virgin in college.”

“Well,” said Simon slowly. He didn’t want to lie to Sophie. “Actually, I was a virgin until a few hours ago, but I’m not anymore.”

“Oh,” said Sophie, wide-eyed. “You mean… Lisa and Tilly?” But it didn’t seem to bother her at all. In fact, to Simon’s surprise, she gave a little giggle, and her cheeks flushed pink.

“Yes,” said Simon. “We went upstairs just after I met you.”

“And was it…” Sophie looked intensely interested. “Is it… is sex… is it as good as you imagined? As good as everyone says?”

Simon couldn’t hold back from touching her any longer. He laid his hand on the exposed skin of her thigh. Sophie gasped, looked down, and then looked back up at Simon. Her green eyes were wide with surprise, but filled with a bright, excited fire.

“Sophie,” he said seriously, looking deep into her eyes. “Sex isn’t just as good as you imagine. It’s better. It’s a million times better. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

She held his gaze, breathing heavily. He ran his hand slowly over her thigh, caressing her smooth flesh, letting his hand slip slowly onto the softness of her inner thigh, where her skin was beautifully warm and tender.

“If you like,” said Simon slowly, “I can show you.”

Sophie looked like she didn’t dare to speak. But then, not breaking eye contact, she nodded. “Yes,” she breathed. “Oh Simon… yes. I want you to show me.”

Simon stood up, and took her by the hand. She got to her feet, standing very close to him, her huge tits heaving slightly as she breathed. He led her from the room.

On their way upstairs, they met Gemma coming down, dressed once again in her flowery sundress.

“Oh Sophie,” said Gemma with enthusiasm, as they paused on the landing. “You are in for a treat.”

She winked at Sophie, then grinned wickedly at Simon. “I’ve just been chatting to Lisa and Tilly,” she said. “You sound incredible, Simon. The way they told it, you’ve got an amazing cock, and stamina that just never runs out. Are you going to teach Sophie how to be a slut?”

Sophie had gone redder than Simon had yet seen her, and was staring at the floor, not knowing where to look. Fuck it, Simon thought. Why not lean into it? Why not embrace it?

“Yes,” he said confidently, putting his arm round Sophie’s bare waist and holding her against him. “I’m going to teach Sophie to suck and fuck like she’s the best little slut in college.”

Sophie buried her face in his chest — but he felt her trembling wildly with excitement.

“Oh Sophie,” said Gemma soothingly, and stroked her hair. “It’s okay. You’re going to love it.”

Sophie raised her head from Simon’s chest, and smiled bashfully at Gemma.

“You’re going to love it so much,” Gemma repeated. And she leaned in, and kissed Sophie full on the lips. Sophie blinked, her eyes wide.

“And when Simon’s taught you all about boys,” Gemma added mischievously, “you should get in touch with me. I’d love to eat your pussy.”

And without waiting for an answer, she smiled broadly at both of them, and skipped off down the stairs.

Chapter 5: Sophie the Slut

Sophie stood next to the bed, her whole body trembling, looking at Simon with hopeful, eager anticipation. Simon’s heart was hammering. She looked so fresh, so sweetly, lusciously fuckable, that it was all he could do not to jump on her like a madman. But he was about to be the first man in the world to experience this girl’s sex. He wanted to take it slowly, and savour every moment.

He stepped close to Sophie, put his arms around her waist, and gently drew her against him. She put her arms around his neck and gazed up at him, a look of yearning in her bright eyes.

“Do you want this, Sophie?” he murmured.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want it so much. What you said on the stairs… I think about that all the time, Simon.”

“What do you think about, you delectable babe?”

She flushed with pleasure. “I think about… sucking cock. I lie in bed and all I can think about is what it would feel like to be on my knees for a boy. How much I’d love to take it in my mouth. How much I want to suck it. And then…”

He was stroking her back, letting his hand slide inside the silky fabric of her top, caressing her smooth warm skin. Slowly, he ran his hands right down her back, onto the swelling, peachy curves of her ass. He squeezed, and he felt her press her whole body against his front in response, as she let out a deep, moaning sigh.

“And then?” he prompted her.

“And then… being on all fours. Or on my back. Spreading my legs. And feeling it pushing inside me. Oh Simon, I want it so much. I feel like I’m just aching inside whenever I think about it. Like my body wants to be filled up with cock, and I’m not complete until it’s inside me.”

Simon bent down, and began kissing Sophie’s tender neck — first very lightly, then harder and harder. She whimpered with pleasure, and put her hand in his hair, her fingers pressed hard against his scalp. Simon let his lips travel back up her neck to her ear, kissed it once, and whispered: “You want my cock in your pussy, you gorgeous little slut? You want me to fuck you like a dirty whore — like you’re my obedient, slutty little fucktoy?”

He felt her entire body shiver. “Oh fuck yes,” she breathed. “All I want is to be your slut. Please make me your slut, Simon. Make me your good little cocksucking fucktoy slut.”

He took her face in both his hands, and kissed her hungry mouth. She arched her body against him and kissed him back, her mouth pressed greedily against his. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and he felt her respond eagerly, passionately caressing his tongue with hers. The pressure of her tits against his chest as she clung to him was making his cock want to burst out of his jeans. He put his hands on her bare thighs, then slid them up, under her miniskirt, and onto the smooth nakedness — she was wearing the tiniest panties — of her firm, round, delectable ass. He squeezed her buttocks, relishing the feeling of her ass in his hands. She was kissing him with abandon, her hands in his hair, her lips and tongue pressing passionately into his mouth.

Simon slid his hands up her body, and began to unbutton Sophie’s blouse. She fumbled to help him, and after a moment she was pulling it up over her head, and dropping it on the floor. A frilly black bra looked like it was barely containing the heavy fullness of Sophie’s massive tits. Very slowly, while Simon rested his hands on her waist, Sophie reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, all the while gazing deep into his eyes. She slipped it off, and it fell to the floor.

The rush that Simon felt watching Sophie get her tits out for him was enough to make his head spin. He ran his hands up her midriff from her waist, and finally let himself take Sophie’s huge, ripe, perfect boobs in his grasp. They were heavy, firm, yielding, deliciously smooth, and so big that when he began to slowly knead them, they bulged in his hands like squishy balloons. Sophie moaned with pleasure as Simon squeezed and caressed her tits, gently pinching her nipples between his fingers, and feeling them grow instantly hard under his touch.

“How big are they?” he whispered reverently.

“H cups,” said Sophie. “Oh Simon… when you squeeze them like that it makes me go all queasy in my tummy.”

Simon let go of her boobs, took a step back, and began swiftly pulling off his clothes. Sophie’s eyes bored into him as she stared, fascinated, as he pulled off first his shirt, and then his jeans. Her gaze travelled over the muscles of his arms and chest. She was biting her lip. In less than a minute he was down to his pants, and he saw Sophie’s eyes widen as she saw the bulge of his erection straining against the thin fabric. Simon paused, his hands in the waistband of his pants, and met her eyes. The look on Sophie’s face — her lingering shyness barely concealing a yearning, hungry eagerness — made his every nerve flare with desire. He took off his pants, and stood naked before her.

At the sight of Simon’s cock, Sophie let out a gasp of awe and longing. And then, as if by instinct, she fell to her knees.

Simon stepped forward so that his cock was right in her face. The topless girl gazed up at him, breathing heavily, her eyes wide. Simon felt an electric pulse racing through his veins. Make me your good little cocksucking fucktoy slut, Sophie had said.

He rested his hand on the back of her head, just firmly enough to let her know how easily he could put her mouth exactly where he wanted it.

“Tell me what you are,” he said.

“I’m your submissive little slut,” she said breathlessly, without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m your obedient whore, who just wants to be a good girl for you.”

“Well then… you know what good little whores do when they’re on their knees, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” she breathed.

“I think it’s time you started learning to be a slut, Sophie. I think it’s time you showed me just how much you want to be my submissive little fucktoy.”

Sophie took a deep breath. She took Simon’s cock in her hand. And then she opened her mouth, took the head of his cock between her soft, full lips, and began to suck.

Simon gasped with pleasure as he felt her warm, wet mouth sliding over his cock. She was sucking gently on his head, stroking his shaft with her hand, slowly exploring the contours of his cock with her soft tongue. “Good girl,” he said huskily — and at his words, Sophie gave a moan of gratified pleasure, and slid her mouth a little further down his cock. He nestled his fingers into her hair and guided her as she slowly picked up speed. The sensation of her lips sliding up and down his shaft was nothing short of divine.

“Good girl,” he told her. “Oh, Sophie, you’re doing so well. That’s my good little slut. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

With every word of praise he gave her, Sophie sucked him harder, faster, deeper. She was moaning with pleasure, her eyes closed, as though there was nothing in the world for her but Simon’s cock filling her mouth. Simon felt his breathing coming in deep, panting breaths. She was fully worshipping his cock now, sucking it with wild, devoted abandon, and though her technique wasn’t as expert as Lisa’s or Tilly’s, she had enthusiasm to match the both of them. “Take it deeper, you little whore,” Simon gasped. “Be a dirty slut and suck that cock.”

Instantly, Sophie slid his cock fully into her throat, making herself suddenly gag. Relaxing the pressure of his hand on the back of her head, Simon made to let her pull back; but she didn’t. Instead she immediately plunged his cock back into her throat, gagging once more but pushing through it. She was sucking passionately, hungrily, as though she wanted to take the whole of his cock into her throat. She was droolling uncontrollably — it was the sloppiest blowjob Simon had yet had — but she didn’t seem to notice or care, and the warm wetness soaking his cock made Simon shudder with pleasure.

“Crawl over here,” said Simon on the spur of the moment; and he took his cock out of her mouth, walked across the room to an armchair opposite the bed, and sat down with his legs spread wide, his cock erect and glistening with Sophie’s spit. On her hands and knees, Sophie crawled eagerly across the carpet towards him, her huge tits swinging like bells, her sweet face filled with longing. At the sight of her crawling towards him, ideas and images rushed through Simon’s head that he had never fantasised about before. In his imagination’s eye he saw Sophie collared, leashed, crouching naked like a kitten at his feet, purring with pleasure. And then she reached him, lowered her mouth onto his cock, and went straight back to sucking, as though it was all she wanted in the world. File that one away, Simon thought, as the sensation of the blowjob made him sigh with ecstasy yet again. Who knew what Sophie might let him do in the future…

But the feeling of her mouth on his cock made it impossible to think about anything but the here and now. He reached down and cupped her tits in his hands, kneading them while she sucked him. She gagged and droolled, never letting up, filling her virgin mouth with his cock. Simon could feel an orgasm beginning to build. One hand still on her boob, with the other he took Sophie by the hair, and pushed her mouth deeper onto his cock with every thrust. Not resisting, she obediently sucked and gagged for him, passionately worshipping his cock for all she was worth. “I’m going to fill your mouth with cum, you sweet little whore,” Simon gasped. And almost before he had finished speaking, he came.

At first Sophie seemed to choke, but then a second later she was furiously sucking, gulping down pump after pump of Simon’s cum. His eyes rolling back in ecstasy, Simon pulled her back by her hair so that his cock sprang out of her mouth, and thick ropes of cum spurted onto her beautiful face. She gasped with pleasure, her eyes wild, as even more cum splashed onto her. And then at last, the final few spurts of cum pumped out of Simon’s cock, and he was finished.

Sophie was kneeling between his legs, slumped against his thigh to support herself, and breathing as though she had just sprinted half a mile. There was so much cum still in her mouth that it was already dripping out of the corners. The sight of her heart-shaped, innocent face, now streaked and coated with dollops of his cum, was the most satisfying thing that Simon had ever seen.

After a moment, Sophie swallowed several times. And then she raised her head, and gazed in adoration at Simon.

“I loved that, Simon. I loved it so much. It was amazing.”

Simon bent down, and kissed her forehead. “You were wonderful,” he told her. “You were such a good little cocksucker for me.”

Sophie beamed with happiness. “I was a good slut?” she asked him sweetly.

“Such a good slut,” Simon told her, stroking her hair. With a contented sigh, Sophie rested her head against his leg. For a few minutes they stayed there, Simon caressing Sophie’s hair, Sophie gazing up at him with worship in her beautiful eyes.

At length, Simon spoke. “Of course, Sophie… you haven’t fully become a dirty little fucktoy yet. Not by a long way, actually.”

Sophie raised her head and gazed at him, wide-eyed.

“After all,” Simon went on, “so far you’ve only given me your mouth.”

Understanding dawned in Sophie’s eyes. Half-nervous, half-excited, she gave a little “Oh!” of surprise, and blushed red.

“If you really want to learn how to be a slut, Sophie… you have to give up your pussy for me.”

At the word pussy he felt Sophie tremble. “You mean…” she breathed, “you’re going to fuck me?”

“I’m going to fuck your sweet little pussy until you scream,” said Simon, taking her cum-streaked face in his hands and gazing intently into her bright green eyes. “I’m going to make you feel so full of cock that you forget you’ve ever been anything but a dirty little cum-slut. Because deep down, I know that’s what you are: a cock-hungry slut who wants to be used like a whore.”

Sophie gave a long, shuddering moan of anticipation at Simon’s words. “Yes,” she said. “Take me, Simon. Use me like a whore. I want to be that dirty little cum-slut for you.”

Simon stood up. “Come to the bed,” he told her, and stepped towards it. He didn’t tell her to crawl, but she did anyway, crawling on her hands and knees back across the carpet and up onto the deep, soft duvet that covered the bed. She positioned herself on all fours with her face against a pillow, and waited, trembling, for Simon. From this angle, her tiny miniskirt did almost nothing to cover the lush curves of her ass.

Simon knelt on the bed behind her, and flicked up her miniskirt to expose her peachy ass. He caressed her buttocks, feeling her shivering at his touch. Simon decided he would leave her miniskirt and suspenders on while he fucked her — he loved the way she looked with her smooth thighs strapped into those suspenders, and her skirt pulled up to her waist. So he took her tiny, frilly panties in his hands, and pulled them down. Sophie shivered harder as Simon pulled away her panties, revealing her closely trimmed, pink, quivering pussy. He positioned himself behind her, took her thighs in his hands, and let the head of his hard cock brush against her pussy lips. Sophie whimpered with fearful longing.

“Are you ready to be fucked, you precious little cum-slut?” Simon asked her tenderly.

“Yes,” Sophie whispered, her voice quavering. “I want to be fucked. I want to feel you inside me.”

Simon gripped her thighs, and pressed his cock slowly into the opening of her pussy. As Sophie gasped with surprise at the sensation, Simon felt a rush of exquisite delight shiver through his body. She was soaking wet, juicily smooth, and as tight as a clenched fist. Sophie moaned with mingled pain and ecstasy as he slowly pressed his cock inside her. “Oh God,” she gasped, her whole body shuddering. “Oh fuck… fuck… oh Simon…”

“You’re perfect,” he gasped. “Oh Sophie, your pussy feels so good.” She moaned and quivered in response. Gently, no more than half an inch more each time, Simon pushed his cock into her pussy with long slow thrusts, deeper and deeper into her tight, slowly yielding wetness. His cock felt like it was being gripped hard on all sides by something soft and juicy and warm. Sophie was gasping and panting as he pushed further inside her with each thrust. And then at last, he was fully immersed, the length of his shaft buried deep inside her, the wetness of her opening pressed against his crotch.

For one moment Simon held himself still, drinking in the sounds of her moans, the sight of her near-naked body trembling beneath him.

Then he pulled his cock back by a few inches, and thrust hard.

“Aghhhh — FUCK!” cried Sophie. “Oh God!”

“Do you like that, you little slut?” he managed to say — though his cock felt so good inside her that he could barely speak.

“Oh fuck yes,” she panted. “It hurts, but it’s SO GOOD.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, Sophie. I’m going to pound you into this bed like you’re a cheap little whore.”

“Yes. YES. Oh, please!”

Simon pulled his cock back until much of his shaft was outside of Sophie, readying himself to fuck her. He gripped her hard by the thighs. And then at last he stopped holding back, and thrust his cock, forceful and deep, into Sophie’s pussy.

Sophie screamed. She screamed with every thrust of Simon’s cock as he pounded himself hard and deep into her virgin flesh. She was gasping in ecstasy and sweet hot pain, crying out in passion with every thrust of his cock inside her, and he was sure she could be heard all through the house, but he didn’t care. The sight of her ass pounding into his crotch with every thrust was driving him insane with desire, and he didn’t stop. Her sweet, wet, virgin pussy felt impossibly tight, and the sensation of her tightness gripping him as he pounded her was out of this world.

“God — fuck — FUCK!” she cried, her knuckles white as she gripped the bed, her face pressed into the pillow, her whole body shaking with every thrust. Simon held her in place and fucked her hard, picking up speed, his mind going gloriously blank as the sensation of her pussy overwhelmed everything else he could think or feel. After several more minutes of fucking, he felt her tighten, her whole pussy suddenly gripping him harder than he would have thought possible, and there was a sudden warm wetness soaking his balls. Sophie let out an ecstatic, long-drawn-out, gasping, shuddering moan, and her whole body shook and trembled uncontrollably as she screamed with pleasure. Simon didn’t stop — he fucked her right through her orgasm and carried on, and in just a few seconds he felt her tighten a second time, as she came and came in a cascade of wild, pulsing orgasms. She was gasping for air, shuddering with passion, and her body was coated with sweat.

Simon made himself stop, take her by the hips, and flip her over. Sophie moaned in complaint as she felt his cock withdraw from her pussy, but he didn’t give her time to catch her breath: the moment she was on her back, he was on top of her, and his cock was plunging straight back into her tight, juicy wetness. “Oh GOD!” Sophie cried as his cock pushed deep inside her from the new angle. And then he was thrusting into her again, long and deep and hard, faster and faster as he pinned her to the bed and pounded his hips into her crotch, her legs spread wide, her tits jiggling back and forth on her chest with every thrust. Soon she was coming again, her pussy squeezing his cock and soaking him in her juices, and the sight of her face as she came — head thrown back, eyes rolling in her head, mouth gasping — made Simon almost collapse with arousal.

At last, with a feeling of total, perfect, blissful release, Simon felt his cock explode with cum — right at the moment when Sophie’s pussy clenched him in orgasm yet again. He collapsed on top of her as together they cried out in blissful, pulsing, shuddering, all-consuming ecstasy. It seemed to go on for minutes, Simon’s cock shuddering again and again as he pumped his cum deep into Sophie. And then it was over, and he was spent, his body resting on top of Sophie’s, shivering with the aftershocks, his hands still clutching hers, his face pressed against the pillow by her cheek.

Trembling, Sophie wrapped her arms around Simon, pulled him against her, and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. Simon slipped his cock out of her pussy, relishing her gasp as he did so, then rolled onto his back and pulled her close, letting her curl up against him and nuzzle into his chest. For a little while they lay there in silence, both breathing heavily. Simon felt more relaxed and more satisfied than he could ever remember feeling.

After a few minutes, he turned to her and kissed her forehead. “Good girl,” he murmured.

Sophie raised her head and looked adoringly into his eyes. “Simon… that was the most amazing feeling I’ve ever had. I never dreamed it could feel so good.”

“You were incredible,” he told her. “You were such a good little slut.”

At the word slut she gave a little wriggle, half-embarrassed, half-excited. “I don’t want to stop,” she said with a wild light in her eyes. “I loved being a good little slut for you. I want so much more. I want to suck and fuck like that all the time.”

Simon kissed her, long and deep. “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” he told her. “You’re taking a lot more cock tonight. And I have a feeling that after tonight, you’re going to be taking cock for a lot of other boys.”

Sophie giggled. “I’d love that,” she breathed. “But Simon… I don’t just want to be a slut for other boys. I want to be a slut for you.” She was stroking his chest, gazing into his eyes. Her face was still marked with his slowly drying cum. “Whenever you want me, Simon. I want to be the girl you call when you want an obedient big-titty whore to suck and fuck for you. I know you must want to fuck other girls too, and I want you to have that. I want you to have all the pussy you could possibly want. But when you want a submissive girl who just wants to be your good little fuckpet…”

Simon’s stomach lurched. She had said pet without him even mentioning his fleeting fantasy from earlier. Could this night get any better?

He stroked her hair and grinned at her. “You can be my regular little fucktoy, Sophie. I’m not letting you get away after a fuck like that. I think you’re going to be spending a lot of nights sucking and fucking for me.”

Sophie looked deliriously happy. “Thank you, Simon,” she said. “I’m so happy I get to be a fucktoy for you.” She kissed his chest, first lightly, then lingering as she pressed her mouth hard against his skin. Then she looked up again and met his eyes.

“Won’t you let me show you just how grateful I am that you’ve made me your slut?”

And she slipped down his body, nestling herself comfortably between his legs, and took his cock once again into her warm, wet, eagerly sucking mouth.

Epilogue

It was several more hours before Simon finally fell asleep — drained, exhausted, and with an equally satisfied Sophie curled up beside him in the luxurious double bed. He had fucked her several more times, coming inside her again and again, until both of them were totally spent. Particularly delicious had been the moment when he pulled her into his lap and let her ride his cock, bouncing enthusiastically while she clung to his shoulders and he gripped her by the hips. The sight of her huge tits bouncing in his face, and the feeling of them pressed against his skin when he buried his face in her cleavage while he came, was enough to make him feel like a king. And then at last they were done, and as Simon fell asleep, there was nothing in his mind but calm, peaceful, perfect serenity.

She woke him up the next morning by gently licking and sucking on his cock. Simon let her carry on until he came, and then flipped her onto her back, and started his day by sinking his cock into her juicy wet pussy. It took them a good hour or more after waking up before they finally got into the showers. All in all it was late morning by the time Simon and Sophie finally made their way downstairs to Gemma’s living room, hand in hand as they descended the stairs.

Gemma was sitting on a high stool at her kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal. She wore a pink silk dressing gown.

“Morning,” she said when she saw them, giving Simon a knowing smile. “Come and join me. You’re almost the last up — most people have left. But I think there’s a few more people in some of the beds upstairs…”

Simon and Sophie poured themselves cereal, and perched on stools opposite Gemma. “Did a lot of couples stay here overnight, Gemma?” asked Sophie as she sat down.

“Well, a lot of people certainly did,” grinned Gemma, “but I’m not sure they were all in couples. Some were in trios… I think one of the bigger bedrooms had a whole pile of people in there, all fucking each other until they fell asleep. I’m so happy with how the party went. And I bet you are too,” she added with a twinkle in her eye.

“Very,” said Simon fervently, tucking into his breakfast. Sophie giggled and blushed. Then she asked, “Did you have fun too, Gemma?”

“Oh I had a great time,” said Gemma enthusiastically. “I ended up in a lovely foursome with another girl and two of the boys. And of course, I got gangbanged earlier by a whole roomful of boys — Simon saw me just afterwards.” She winked at him playfully.

“Gangbanged?” repeated Sophie, wide-eyed.

“Oh Sophie, you would love it,” Gemma told her. “I’m sure you’ll be wanting to play with other boys now that Simon’s taught you how to fuck. Well, there’s very few things that are so much fun for a girl as being a cum-dump for a big group of boys.”

Sophie shivered. She looked amazed at the very idea — but Simon recognised the spark of curiosity in her bright green eyes.

“Maybe we’ll set one up for you next party, Sophie,” he said, nudging her affectionately.

“Maybe,” she said quietly, looking shy but excited.

The three of them chatted for a while until Sophie said she had a meeting with her tutor and had to go. She gave Simon and long, passionate kiss, squeezed his hand, and slipped away. Simon had a meeting too, but his was nearby, so he hung around to finish his breakfast.

“You know,” said Gemma, looking thoughtfully around her living room, “I reckon that when we have the next one of these parties, we could really take things to the next level. I mean, why should people feel like they need to go off to private rooms to have fun? That can be nice, of course, but just think how much fun it would be if we all got naked right here in the living room together.”

“And have an orgy?” Simon asked. His cock was growing hard at the very thought.

“Exactly,” said Gemma, looking mischievous. “A big college orgy, with lots of swapping around. Everyone fucks everyone they want — all the girls get all the cock they can take…”

Simon listened to her idly while she carried on making suggestions for future parties. He was starting to wonder what other opportunities were going to come his way, now that he carried Venus’s magic inside him. It certainly looked like Gemma and her network of friends was going to be an ongoing source of amazing sex; and Sophie, of course, was keen to be his regular slut. But it had been less than 24 hours. Would he meet other girls as he began to explore life in Santa May? Perhaps not just girls, but older women too? He had plenty of fantasies about being seduced by naughty milfs, and Venus had told him that all his fantasies were going to become real. And then there were types of sex he hadn’t even tried yet — it occurred to him that none of the girls he had fucked so far had offered him her ass. Surely that experience couldn’t be far off either. It felt like an entire world of incredible possibilities was opening up before him.

“Simon,” said Gemma, looking amused. “You are definitely not listening.”

“Oh, sorry Gemma.” He had indeed missed the last few things she had said.

“I mean, there’s not many boys who would let their minds wander while a girl is suggesting a slave-play evening where all the girls have to take orders from the boys.”

Simon blinked. “I guess not,” he agreed. “I’ve just had a slightly overwhelming night.”

“I figured,” Gemma smirked. “Sophie has the look of a girl who’s been very thoroughly enjoyed. God she’s cute — I hope she’ll let me fuck her at some point. I’d love to get my hands on those tits.”

“You won’t be disappointed,” grinned Simon.

“I’m sure I won’t. Well, do you need to go?”

“I do,” said Simon, who had got to his feet. “Thanks for an amazing party, Gemma. Last night was the best night of my life.”

“I’m so thrilled,” she told him happily. She slipped off her stool, came around the counter, put her arms around Simon, and kissed him on the mouth. He kissed her back, feeling her tongue slide expertly into his mouth. He could feel her tits against his chest through the thin silk of her dressing gown.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other soon,” Gemma whispered in his ear. “I definitely want to get you to myself when I can, Simon.”

He kissed her again, then let himself out of the house. The Santa May morning was bright, warm, and sunny. Simon strolled down the street at his ease, taking in the beauty of the day. College life lay ahead of him, and he knew that his life in Santa May was only going to keep on getting better.

This is my first story on Literotica, so please do let me know what you thought – constructive criticism is always appreciated!

There’s also plenty of room for sequels here, so if you’d like me to carry on this story, let me know what you’d most like to happen next. A big college orgy at Gemma’s with a lot more partner-swapping, and some action in the pool? Turning Sophie into a pet kitten, or giving her gangbang – or both? Or an adventure for Simon with some whole new characters – perhaps a pair of big-titty milfs? All requests are welcome!