The New Girl 28

I was new to the area and wanted to take some extra college courses. I'd just turned 21 and was an only child. I really didn't know anyone in the area, but I'd been told that this all girl college was very good. I found out that I could start right away since I'd only be missing the first week, and I was the only new girl being admitted this term, so I could blend into the classes. I was surprised and disappointed to find out a uniform was required for attendance. When I saw the actual uniform, the idea of its tight top and short skirt felt a bit strange to a young women like me in my 20's. But, looking into a mirror, I did have to admit I looked really cute and I expected that most of the other girls also did.

When I walked in on my first day of classes, my expectations proved to be true. Everyone seemed nice and I must admit I was turned on by seeing so many pretty girls. When I didn't have any classes, I enjoyed sitting a little hidden under the first floor stairwell, since it felt isolated there, and I was still shy about trying to meet new people. After a few days of classes, a group of girls approached me as I sat at the stairwell. They were all very pretty and vivacious, and one whose name I knew to be Jessica, because she was so popular in the college, asked me, "Are you the new girl?"

With a stammering, tight throat I replied shyly, "Y... y... yes I am."

"I guess nobody told you that there is a ritual that all the new girls go through here," she informed me. The other girls nodded in agreement. Suddenly two girls grabbed my arms and pinned me against the wall beneath the stairs. Jessica stated, "These need to go," as she reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. Other girls helped lift my feet off the ground so that my panties could be completely removed.

I was in shock from the suddenness of all this, but outnumbered, and to be honest, a little turned on. Reaching into her bag, Jessica pulled out a strangely shaped metal object. I had no idea what it was, and I couldn't easily see, because I now had two girls still holding my arms, while two other girls held my legs apart at my knees. I was very helpless, and was distracted by the proximity and lovely scent of these women.

"This is the new girl reward," Jessica informed me. "All of us have worn it for our first month here. It's a college tradition." There were murmurs of assent from the other girls.

She knelt down and surprised me so much that I jerked up onto my toes as I felt her hands touching my pussy lips. It was the first time a woman had ever touched me there. The girls holding me tightened their grips to keep me still. Jessica looked closely. "Yep, not a virgin -- we can proceed." She started to insert the object into my pussy! Its touch was cold at first, but my hot tissues soon warmed it up and my wetness aided its insertion. I felt it spread me widely as she worked the bulbous portion inward, and then it seemed to grow smaller at my entrance, but the bulk of it filled me deeply. My eyelids flew wide open a second later, because, much to my astonishment, Jessica then did something and the object inside me expanded almost painfully! It felt huge, and I felt very full now!

I heard Jessica say, "Hand me the lock and the chain." What seemed like seconds later I heard the tinkle of a small bell and the click of a lock. "There, it's done," she told us all, and stood, although her hand seemed to brush against my labia in a thoughtful caress just before she got up. The other girls released me and helped me straighten my uniform.

I was very curious, so quickly I raised my skirt and saw near the entrance to my pussy a tiny padlock holding a short chain with a little bell hanging from it. Only a small portion of the device still protruded out of me -- the rest was deep inside me, stretching my inner tissues.

Jessica gripped my chin gently to look into my eyes, making sure she had my complete attention. "One of these girls has the key to your new friend," she told me. "You'll wear it for the entire month. So you'd better be nice to us all if we ask you for something."

I started to say something, but she interrupted me. "And by the way, I wouldn't try to remove it because you can't. And don't complain to the faculty because they know all about this tradition and will tell us. And don't make any of us mad. If any of that happens, your month could get worse -- believe me." Something about her matter-of-fact tone of voice convinced me. "And one more thing, new girl... don't even think about deadening the bell sound with cotton, tape, or anything else. Doing that will earn you a severe punishment." With that warning hanging in the air around us, she signaled the group of girls with a snap of her fingers and they all left me there, chatting together nonchalantly, like this encounter never happened.

I stood there in shock, mentally asking myself, "What just happened?" I felt the object inside me. There was no way I could miss it -- it felt huge, and its weight pulled at me. I started to head to the exit when I heard it: the bell. The halls were now full of girls leaving for the day. That treacherous bell announced my condition and one girl said out loud 'DING' then another mimicked her, and another -- until they were all saying it at least once. I was so ashamed that I ran down the hall to escape. Unfortunately, that made the bell ring even more and louder.

When I got home, I undressed and stood in front of my full length mirror, looking at the object in me. There was not much that I could see really... mostly the small lock, holding the chain and bell. Using a hand mirror for a better angle to look from below, I could see a small round plate with a column in its center. The lock passed through the central column, somehow securing the device inside me.

At first I was just plain shocked. But after a few minutes, my situation started to excite me. In effect this was a sort of chastity device and I didn't have control over it! The fact that I was helpless was titillating, and remembering that all those girls had watched Jessica push the device into me -- watched my pussy open up and 'swallow' it -- humiliated me anew. Suddenly the memory of Jessica's slight caress of my pussy made my nipples stiffen achingly. So I played with them, staring at my image in the full length mirror. I couldn't help but wonder if her statement about ' better be nice to us all if we ask you for something' might also mean sexual actions. The fact that I'd be forced to comply with their whims for a full month made me groan with delight, since I'd sometimes fantasized about such situations.

The second day that I was wearing the device, Jessica sent word to me to show up in the locker room at a certain time between classes. When I arrived, she and her whole group of girls were waiting for me, looking a little like cats staring at a mouse that they planned to play with. "Girl, lift your skirt front up high and show us all your 'friend' -- and do not lower the skirt unless I tell you to do it."

Blushing furiously, I reached down and lifted my front hem up high, well aware that they were all getting a good look at my pussy. "As we can all agree, she is in compliance," Jessica stated. "And her pussy lips seem to be unharmed by the device, but you may all check for yourselves. It's a good thing she keeps her pussy bush neatly trimmed."

I saw them all grin at that statement, and to my deep humiliation, each and every one of them handled my pussy lips! Some just stroked them, either lightly or firmly. Others grasped a pussy lip, seemingly rolling it between their thumb and fingers as if evaluating its texture. And a couple of them grasped both lips with both of their hands and stretched my pussy lips apart as far as they would go, commenting on how the device shaft disappeared up inside my vagina, or how cute my tiny pee hole looked when it was stretched open like that. That sent me into absolute mortification! But strangely enough, it also excited me so much that I almost came -- but my pussy walls tried to contract on that huge invader, and the resulting discomfort cooled my ardor, much to my chagrin.

Jessica finished this impromptu inspection by stating, "You will all note how our touches and caresses have aroused her, making her pussy lips swell and redden. Therefore, I judge her to be a good candidate for satisfying any sexual needs you may have. I believe she may protest pro forma, but will secretly be thrilled to be used in this manner. In any case, she's our plaything for this month, and subject to the same sorts of experiences as we all were during our own months."

I shivered, hearing her say that, but subconsciously I licked my lips in anticipation. And the very next day, Judy ordered me into a secluded corner of the locker room. Bracing her back against the wall, she demanded that I finger her until she came. She lifted her skirt, revealing a smoothly shaved pussy. Its lips were already swollen and its slit was dripping. She must have been quite aroused in anticipation. Even though I'd never done this before, I figured that the way that I masturbate myself might work on her, too. I slid two fingers easily up into her snatch and started finger fucking her. At the same time I began softly teasing her clit rod with a gentle finger tip. In mere minutes her body began vibrating against the wall as she shook and her knees began to buckle. My fingers in her pussy transferred her body weight onto my hand, and I slowly lowered her to the ground so she could sit, legs sprawled, on the floor. She vaguely waved me away, apparently done with me for the time being.

Two days later, Heather took me into the back seat of her car and told me to lick and suck her to orgasm. I knelt on the floor between her spread thighs as she lifted the front of her skirt and draped it over my head, somewhat concealing me from sight. There was enough dim light for me to see her pussy and its fragrance lured me. Faced with a pussy like this with a demand like this, I had to improvise and see how she reacted. I spread her pussy lips wide apart and licked and sucked at her moist flesh like I was starved. I actually wanted to make her cum fast, so I could get through this without being discovered. It was music to my ears when she shrieked and bucked against my lips as she climaxed. I licked her clean and she told me I could leave.

As the weeks continued, I got to practice cunnilingus more and more, and, if I say so myself, got quite skilled at it. It helped that I found that I enjoyed eating pussy. The various young women that I serviced each had basically similar flavors, but each had a unique overtone. It got to be that I felt that if I was blindfolded, I could tell who I was dining on just by her taste. But of course, they also made different sounds as they climaxed, so that would also be a healthy clue as to their identity.

The strangest coed was named Zelda. She led me to a secluded woods, and had us both take just our skirts off. Somehow, both of us standing there bottomless embarrassed me, which turned me on. Then, still standing, she pressed our bare mounds together -- both of us with neatly trimmed pubic hair, I might add. Then she reached behind me and with one hand parted my butt cheeks, and used the finger tip of her other hand to touch my puckered hole. Shocked as I was by that, I became even more shocked when she demanded I do the same thing to her!

So, ever obedient -- because who knew which of these young women had the key to the device still buried deep inside my pussy, stretching it, I complied and did the same to her. I could not see what I was doing -- I could only see her face, especially her eyes, as we fingered each other's ass hole. At first, it only felt strange, because no one had ever touched my butt hole before. But she was shivering, sighing and gasping, with her eyes signaling lust, and that got me into it. I didn't even protest when her fingertip stopped circling my hole, and pressed harder against it, penetrating me. So I returned the favor, and shoved my finger as far as I could into her anus. She bounced on my finger, pressing herself even more tightly against me as she started cumming. I could tell she was cumming because her wetness anointed my pussy, and that was very very sexy. She didn't demand that I cum from her finger, which was just as well, with my pussy filled with that device. She even kissed me goodbye before we left the woods.

Time passed and all the girls at my college knew that I was wearing my new 'friend' -- its bell constantly announcing my presence. Some girls even came over to me and mentioned that they'd gone through the same thing. Their advice was uniformly along the lines that I should just endure it -- that I could get used to it. It was a bit humiliating walking and hearing the bell tinkle, since all the girls would turn their heads, smile and whisper and often giggle at my plight. By the fourth week, I'd serviced all the women in Jessica's group several times, and I'd come to enjoy the sound of the bell, and my status as a sexual plaything.

Near the end of my month, Jessica came to me and gave me a command. "You must go see Professor Johns and tell him you want to attend his special lecture." So, the next day I went to his office to see him, saying, "Hi there, Professor Johns. I'd like permission to attend your special lecture."

He smiled, saying, "As soon as you entered my office I heard that bell you're wearing. Don't worry, it'll be over soon. My lecture will be tomorrow in the main auditorium. It covers sexual health matters important for the student body to hear from time to time. You need to report at 2:45 PM sharp -- not a second later. This is very important."

The next day, as my class let out I hurried through the halls on my way to the auditorium, the bell signaling my hurried walking speed. There were only two days left before I'd be released, so I didn't want to get into trouble.

As I reached the auditorium I saw that it was starting to fill and it seemed I was attracting attention from the girls. But before I could follow the others into the auditorium, Professor Johns beckoned me from a nearby door. He led me through a side passage onto the stage. The curtain was closed but I could hear the girls out in the auditorium all talking loudly and plainly, as they were taking their seats.

The professor walked me to the podium and said very quietly, "This is the last task before you're released from your friend. Get undressed." I blushed because even though he knew about the device, now he'd actually see it, but I quickly removed my clothing as ordered. I felt a little humiliated standing there naked in front of him. Silently, he opened a door in the podium and whispered for me to get in. First, he helped me enter it backwards so I ended up kneeling, facing him, away from the audience. Then he knelt down and lifted a strand of leather that was attached to a ring in the podium floor and connected it to the device locked into my pussy and did something to pull it snug, immobilizing my crotch.

While I was getting used to the fact that this man had so nonchalantly reached between my bare thighs to anchor my pussy, he grabbed a vertical wooden plate that had been braced against the side of the podium. It had feet on its bottom side edges that slid easily into grooves on either side of the podium floor, and a curious padded half circle opening at its top center. As the plate crowded against me, I had to place my neck onto the padded half circle. As I did this, the professor took a second wooden plate and started sliding it down into vertical slots on the inner sides of the podium. This plate had a padded half circle cutout at its bottom center. As it snugged against the bottom plate, my neck was now trapped with just my head showing, facing the professor.

He stood up and gently closed the podium door, and I heard a click as the podium door latched. Trying to adjust my eyes to the almost complete darkness, I heard the curtain being opened and the professor calling everyone to settle down. It took a minute but then there was total silence in the auditorium. I was scared to move because of the bell. I was sure it'd be heard if I even tried to shift.

The professor started talking. "As you know, today's topic is about sexual intercourse and how women can protect themselves from unwanted pregnancy using various birth control methods." His talk went on for a while, mentioning condoms, diaphragms, spermicidal foams, the sponge, and the pill. Finally the topic of oral sex came up, at which point everyone cheered. They'd obviously been waiting for this moment.

With a tiny unlatching sound, a hatch lowered in front of my face, allowing me to see. The professor leaned into the podium, which had angled side wings that hid his lower body from the audience. My eyes took less than a minute or so to adjust to the brighter light. Surreptitiously, the professor reached down and opened his zipper, releasing a beautiful penis which was already inflated to quite a nice size, probably from his anticipation of what was to happen next. He shifted his stance forward slightly and his penis touched my lips. Guessing what was expected of me, I opened my mouth and let it slide inward. The professor then asked the women in the audience for suggestions as to how to give the best oral sex.

They started to call out different suggestions at intervals. Someone said 'licking', so I started lapping at the base of his cock. Someone else yelled out 'circle the cock crown' so I did that as well. There were lots of words shouted, making it difficult to concentrate one any particular one. Then I thought I heard 'lick the bottom of the crown and lick to the very tip of the penis' so I emulated that activity for the professor and tasted his precum. Two people yelled out suggestions that I heard, one right after the other. The first was 'deep throat the cock' at which point the professor pressed almost the entire length of his cock into my mouth and throat. The other was 'hold your mouth well open for a throat fucking' so the professor pulled his cock back out of my throat and immediately shoved it back in. He continued this throat fucking mercilessly, thrusting deep each time.

As I got used to his rhythm, I took quick gasps of air each time his cock left my throat. Enjoying it now, I'd started to suck and gag on his cock and was getting so excited that my hips wiggled and the bell started to ring. The girls knew what was going on, and began to cheer and called out 'and make sure you swallow the guy's load -- that's important to remember' and lots of them laughed and giggled.

Professor Johns was now deeply fucking my throat and had moved his microphone down so everyone could hear me sucking, gasping, and choking. The girls were having a great time. Suddenly the professor came in my mouth, and everyone -- including me -- heard me gulping his sperm. With one last thrust he finished, and must've grinned beaming, because the audience went wild, clapping and whistling.

He opened the podium door, removed the pieces of wood around my neck, unhooked the chain to my crotch, and helped me out to stand in front of everyone. I was still naked, with the bell hanging below my pussy, and a stray strand of the professor's semen drooling from the corner of my mouth. They all clapped and cheered for both me and the professor for this great performance. After I'd dressed and left the stage, many of the girls, and a couple of the female faculty members, came to me and said what a good job I'd done and that they were proud of me. I felt very included, like I'd passed some initiation test.

Two days later, Jessica and her group came to me and removed my friend right there in the hallway. And she gave me the key, the lock, chain and its bell, a neck chain, and the device itself. That day there was an announcement on the PA system. All it said was, "All clear." I guessed that was telling everyone that I was no longer the sex toy of Jessica's group. That turned out to be only partially true.