I thought I was finished with this series, but I was surprised by the positive feedback it received. This chapter was originally going to be part of a new series that took place in the aftermath of AGAF. Now that Mandy has undergone such a drastic transformation, it hardly feels like the same story anymore. However, in the end, it probably makes more sense to continue her story under the same title.
Unlike previous chapters in the series, this one takes place several weeks later. Although I hope each chapter is able to stand up as an enjoyable tale on its own, I strongly recommend starting at the beginning if you haven't already done so. It will just make so much more sense that way.
As always, feedback/votes are appreciated. My bio page has a recommended reading order for all of my stories, for any newcomers that are interested.
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Mandy stared at her bedroom wall, focusing on a single point just to the right of her window. She tried not to look outside, although she could see the patio lights on at her neighbor's house.
She had gotten home from university just three weeks ago, and it was still strange being back in her own room. Things were certainly quieter here than on campus, and yet Mandy seemed to have a knack for finding excitement, whether she wanted it or not.
Despite the patio lights, the remainder of the neighbor's house was dark. She could never admit it, but part of her hoped that he was there, watching her. Her neighbor, Arthur McCrae, had lived next door for as long as she could remember. He had watched her grow up, and as a child she used to play in his backyard. He had even been her math teacher when she in the third grade. Now, staring at the wall, she tried to push the thought from her mind.
Instead, she focused on the sensation of the cock buried within her. On her hands and knees, she felt a deep thrust from behind as Nick grunted, filling her with his warm seed.
She remained motionless as his pumping subsided and he withdrew himself from her pussy. It did not take long before Tom took his place, slipping his shaft into her wet opening with ease. She tried to fight the oncoming orgasm, but as Tom grabbed her hips and began to fuck her, she knew it was futile.
"Don't stop," she cried. "Fuck me harder."
"I will if you say it," Tom replied, slowing his thrusts.
"Please," Mandy whimpered.
"Say it," he repeated.
Mandy moaned. "I'm a slut, and I want your cum inside me."
Tom's grip tightened, and he pulled her hips back forcefully, causing her to gasp. "What are you?"
The words escaped her between short breaths. "I'm a slut..."
"What are you?"
Mandy looked up at Nick and his cell phone. "A dirty slut." She did not even care that he was recording her.
This is nothing that they haven't already recorded
, she thought.
"Say it louder," Tom ordered.
"I'm a fucking slut!"
If Arthur is home, then he probably heard that
. Luckily, her own house was empty aside from herself and the two boys.
Satisfied with her complete submission, Tom pushed her down into her pillows and buried himself deep into her womanhood.
"Fuck!" She screamed in ecstasy as her body shook with pleasure. She barely even noticed when another load of semen erupted inside her.
Minutes later, the boys were dressed and gone, but Mandy did not move.
She could still hardly believe how her life had unfolded over the past month. Not so long ago, she had been a relatively conservative girl—certainly not a virgin, but nothing like this. Now she had fucked more guys this month than she had throughout the rest of her life. However, she felt no shame or regret.
Ever since Alex found out about her secret life, things had changed. She had fucked him there in her dorm room, and even worse, she had allowed him to share the intimate photos of her and Sarah with his friends. As far as Mandy knew, it was just Nick and Tom that had seen them so far, but she certainly did not trust them to keep it a secret.
The moment Alex had left her dorm room, she knew she had gone too far. She had crossed a line she thought she would never cross, and she promised herself it would never happen again.
But it did. And after making the same promise, it happened again.
Once exams were finished and she was home for the summer, she convinced herself that it was over. However, she caved again with a couple of days of unpacking. There was something about Alex's complete indifference towards her that sparked her newfound desire to be objectified.
And soon thereafter, Alex shared her with his friends. It was utterly humiliating the first time that she was asked to undress in front of Nick and Tom, but she did as she was told. The whole ordeal had gotten her so excited that, to this day, she still thought of it each night as she masturbated.
It did not take long before the boys had learned all of her dark fantasies and secrets. She had unwillingly told them everything about her love of being exposed, her love of being vulnerable, her bisexual curiosity, and everything that Jess had confided in her.
They took full advantage of her weakness, and now Mandy rarely went a day without seeing at least one of the three boys.
But her favorite was always Alex.
Nick and Tom were always eager to oblige her desire to be used, and she loved the way they talked down to her during sex. Every time that they called her a slut, it sent a shiver down her spine—and made her resent her body's sexual response.
However, Alex seemed constantly bored of Mandy from the moment they first fucked. He talked to her as though he was doing her a favor with his time, and that she should be grateful. It was the same shitty behavior she had seen from him throughout high school. It was one of the many reasons she had hated him for so many years. And now, ironically, she wanted desperately to keep him interested.
I am such a fucking idiot
, she told herself after every meeting with him. But logic and self-respect got lost in the wake of each fiery orgasm. After only a few days apart, a part of her actually looked forward to seeing him.
No... Don't you fucking dare show anything but hatred for him. He is blackmailing you. That's all this is.
After several minutes, Mandy came back to reality and sat up in her bed. As she stood up, she could feel Tom and Nick's semen running down her thigh. Grabbing a pair of panties from the floor, she wiped the mess before it reached her knee.
I should probably clean up before mom gets home
. Mandy's mother had gone out with some friends for the night. Her parents had recently divorced before she moved away to university, and it was strange being home without her dad there.
Standing up, she grabbed a shirt and pair of pajamas bottoms. Dressed, she headed out to the living room and watched television. Several minutes later, through the window she saw a pair of headlights pulling into Arthur's driveway.
I guess he missed the show
.
Later that evening, she greeted her mother as she got home, and Mandy went to bed soon after.
In her dreams, she was back in the boys' dorm. Everything was always the same—Sarah's face was buried between her legs. It used to be Kelly, but over time the female figure had become her best friend. Once it had even been Megan, but it was always one of the major figures in Mandy's newfound bisexuality.
Laying back on the sofa, legs spread wide, Mandy stared back at a room full of her best friends and professors. She wanted to hide, to cover herself, to beg for forgiveness. Instead, she threw her head back and ran her fingers through Sarah's hair.
Someone was cupping her breasts and she could not be certain if it was her own hand or one from the crowd.
Across the room, Jess was bent over the table, getting fucked by a faceless stranger. In her dreams, Jess never looked Mandy in the eyes.
I'm so sorry
, Mandy thought.
I let your secret out to the wrong people
.
Sarah's tongue was burning within her, and just as she was about to orgasm, she woke, breathing heavily. In the dark, her hand found its way to her clit, and she finished what the dream had started before falling back asleep.
The next two days passed uneventfully. Each time Mandy saw Arthur in the driveway, she wondered what he would think if he learned what type of woman she had grown up to become.
Saturday afternoon, as Mandy cleaned up the dishes from lunch, her mother came downstairs and recommended that they go see a movie.
"Yeah, sure thing, mom." It had been ages since the two of them had gone to the movies together. When her parents were together, it had frequently been way for the two to bond outside the house. Now that she was home from university, Mandy had been looking for a chance to spend some time with her mother.
The two girls decided on a thriller movie that was receiving strong reviews, and they made plans to see the early show after dinner.
At the theater, Mandy recognized a few people that she had gone to school with. As she waited in line for concessions, she thought of the story that Jess had told her. Mandy imagined one of her male friends confronting her here and now about the slutty things she had done. She imagined him threatening to reveal her secret unless she sucked him off in the washroom...
Oh god
, she thought, shaking her head.
What is wrong with me? Mom is just in the other room.
She took out her phone and began typing. "Are we fucking tonight?" Her messages to Alex were never flowery. In the beginning, he was the one that would contact her with a time and place to meet. Now, it seemed like she was usually the one to prompt him.
Popcorn in hand, she returned to the theater in time for the coming attractions. As the movie started and the lights dimmed, her brain switched gears and for a couple of hours, she was her old self.
As she exited the cinema and got into the car, she checked her phone again to find a message waiting. "No," Alex had responded. "I'm busy."
He seems to be busy a lot lately
. She hated herself for feeling a pang of jealousy.
