*** Senior Year ***
Amber shuffled back to her dorm room, her body still aching from the sharp pains, slowly dulling, endured at another seminar on sex toys.
Her nipples still stung from the bite of the removed spring clamps but the Ben Wa balls, retained inside her cunt for a 24-hour homework exercise in vaginal compression, jostled against her womb walls with each short step she took, bounced about by her stride in the usually tall spike heels. She clenched her pussy to keep them from falling out. But, then, that was the point: strengthen up her vaginal muscles to intensely tighten on the man's erection as he thrust inside her.
She preferred the earlier months' sessions on vibrators and dildoes. The silver bullets were fun to use on herself or her female lab partner. The rabbit heads were complicated to position but very pleasurable when properly employed. Sybians could be loaded with those inanimate types or more realistic dildoes with mechanical cams that bulged and rippled the fat probe inside her cunt.
They told her she would get started on labia spring-clamp conditioning next week. Anal plugs would follow after that.
Amber had already used the successively introduced toys on visiting men or them on her, and she adored those feisty playtimes. And her occasional sisterly nights abided the mechanical devices as well, it being assumed that their futures might involve some lesbian happenstances. Amber had become warm friends with several coed classmates, Sadie included. They never thought of these bedtimes as emotional attachments, just a group of friends with additional benefits.
Senior year also opened up more festive engagements. The seniors continued to host several different weekend activities that extended Junior year's soirees and games. They also upped the competition for the Senior end-of-year awards.
At one function, a panel of pledge contributors was seated in a lineup with their pants lowered around their ankles. The coed contestants knelt on cushions between their feet. On the starting signal, the girls dove on their assigned penis and endeavored to suck him off. After 30-seconds, on signal, they switched to the next man in line and gave it their all for another 30-seconds. This continued until a first man shot his load in a winner's mouth. It continued until the second and third place was gained and then became just an exercise in sexual relief for the slow comers.
Senior year also allowed some off-campus excursions for exemplary coeds.
One weekend, Amber was commandeered to accompany a VIP Pledge Contributor to an off-campus outing, a TWA vetted mini-event at a small tropical resort, exclusive to a dozen men and their travel companions.
She met him in the main building vestibule, dressed for casual travel: a white sundress, no undergarments, and strappy low white sandals. Her makeup and hair were also casual, keeping with his requested young innocence aura.
He was unknown to her, a new acquaintance, not one of the Guest Coach Tutors that had spent a night or two with her before. She politely greeted him, as she should, and they departed in his limousine.
After settling in and enjoying a fine dinner, she had sensually and skillfully thrilled him throughout that Friday night from her full repertoire of sexual stimulation techniques.
Cuddling led to a missionary mount, their first coital connection. She didn't know what he favored so she tried little techniques to gauge his interests.
He thrust and stroked inside her. She tried a little hip roll. He mumbled 'yes' and she settled into that move, rubbing his corona against her inner slipperiness. She heard more guttural voicings... 'so tight'... 'wet'... 'they were right'...
She took the last as a compliment, assuming the men talked and compared the coeds' poise talents. She redoubled her efforts, adding a tongue swipe and nip on his ear. She was rewarded with a mighty growl and flood of sperm deep inside.
A kneeling blowjob kept things going. Her frontal seated cowgirl followed later as she continued to do most of the work and he conserved his energies. Still, he yielded to the opportunity to lap and suckle her bobbing nipples as she rode him.
He expended his cache of seminal reserves through two robust, mattress-bouncing missionary fucks where he allowed her freedom to cum at will. And she did, multiple times per bout. They were both totally fatigued at dawn.
They lounged around the pool that next morning, sunning semi-nude among the other distinguished guests. The vista of sundry tits revived his verve and he hauled equally topless Amber to a semi-secluded corner for a nooner blowjob. After that, he seemed distracted, less focused on her as she noticed him inspecting the other topless young women around the pool deck.
At the gathering before the evening casual supper, he engaged a man in conversation, speaking a language that Amber did not comprehend. The stranger's voluptuous travel mate looked down a lot and answered his sporadic questions in low submissive tones. The other couple joined them at a small table where the men talked through dinner, accompanied by the women's silence. The men ended their chat with a handshake.
Her alpha male host took the hand of the other man's busty companion and, without a word to Amber, led the brunette away, out of the dining area. It quickly dawned on her that she had been swapped for the night to the burly man whose language she couldn't understand.
