"Mila, can you come inside and help me move some stuff in the game room?" My brother's voice came through the screen door. I pushed myself off my towel, where I was sunbathing on my back lawn and went inside, grumbling under my breath. The air conditioned atmosphere inside the house was a sharp change to the late August heat and my skin pebbled under my tiny white bikini. I had my blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun and I squinted into the relatively dark house, blue eyes adjusting slowly to the change in light.
"Aren't your coming friends over? You'd think they could help you move crap." I said, running up the stairs and into our family game room.
"Oh, they did." My brother smiled at me from across a mostly empty room, the tables and chairs pushed against the walls. Chairs I didn't recognize had also appeared in the room and I realized there was something very weird going on.
"Why did -" Strong arms tackled me from behind, lifting me off the ground and cutting off my air.
"I've heard some interesting things about you, little sister." My brother came forward, a bandana dangling from his hands. I looked around, trying to find his friends or see who was holding me. I couldn't see anyone and, as my brother approached, he looked less and less like himself. He was tall and muscular, a result of years on a rugby team, and his black hair contrasted sharply with pale skin and ice blue eyes. He was normally a sweet-looking man, but he now he was scary. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were cold chips of stone that grated against my skin as he looked me over.
"Interesting how?" I asked, shaking my head to try and avoid the blindfold he was tying over my eyes. The attempts were futile and I heard his chuckle close to my ear as he finished tying the fabric over my eyes.
"Professor Druley stopped me after class yesterday and told me that you two had made some interesting testing arrangements. Put bluntly, you sucked his dick for the 'A' you rubbed in my face last week."
My heart stopped for a moment before it started racing. My brother and I were both smart college students, so grades were something of a competition with us. I had forgotten about a test last week in my history class, so I -- improvised -- a new way to get the grade I wanted. I tried to come up with something to say, but my brother wasn't done.
"Of course, I had to go and ask around with your other professors after Druley exposed your little secret. You've got quite the mouth for a college Freshman."
As he spoke, whoever held me hustled me forward until I hit something I had only caught a glimpse of before I was blindfolded. It had resembled a gymnastics horse, but I wasn't sure if I had seen correctly. Now that my stomach was pressed into it, I was certain that I felt leather over thin padding and wood, so I might have been right.
"It seems that you not only sucked Druley's fat cock for that 'A' last week, but you are sucking Mathers' and Connors' cocks to get out of discussion questions every week in their classes. Is there anything you actually do in school?"
"Like you've never exchanged favors for grades!" I said, trying to twist away from my captor. "For fuck's sake, it's practically standard practice at the college!"
A hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I tried to follow the pull on my hair, but new hands came forward and held me against the horse.
"Most female teachers won't take sex in exchange for grades, sister dearest. I did strike a few deals, however. I must say, your little secrets were quite the windfall for me." He chuckled as I felt silken ties secure me to the horse. I was laid over the vault, my breasts pressing into the leather while my arms went over the curve and my ankles were secured to the structure's legs.
"Damn you Brett, let me go!" I screamed, pulling at the ties as the hands disappeared. My brother only laughed.
"Yes, damn me. And damn you too, Mila. Do you know how much work I put into keeping up with the grades you've been bringing home? And here I thought you were just smarter than me!"
"I am smarter than you, Brett. Now let me go!" I pulled harder on the straps, but they held fast.
"Someone shut her up." Brett ordered, his voice fading slightly as he walked away. Chairs all around me groaned as people sat down, more people than I could count. I focused on the sounds around me, trying to figure out how many people were in the room, and I heard the hiss of a zipper in front of my face.
Beep!
I realized a camera had been turned on and as I opened my mouth to protest, something was shoved inside.
"Hope you don't gag easily." A voice above me said. He began to piston his cock in and out of my mouth, six inches long and relatively skinny.
A pencil dick, I thought, quickly followed by What the FUCK?!
"By all accounts she doesn't. You see, Mila, these are the deals I made. I owe a lot of people money: betting debts and people I've borrowed from. I also asked favors from some people and promised them a good time in return. Given your reputation, I thought you would be the prefect person to settle up all my debts." Brett was seated somewhere to my right, and I twisted my wrist a bit to flip him the bird as the man in front of me took hold of my head and ground my nose into his pubes.
"Suck, girl, or I will start fucking harder and that might hurt your pretty little nose."
With a growl, which my invader seemed to like, I began to work his cock with my tongue. I flicked my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and, as he drew out, I cradled the head on my tongue and sucked, running my teeth lightly along the staff. I released my teeth and as soon as I did, he slammed deep and began humping my face. I opened the back of my throat and let him go deeper, drawing a cry from the man above me.
"Fuck, Brett. She's amazing!" My invader was breathless at this point. "Can I come down her throat?"
I tried to shake my head and yell "hell no!" but Brett responded with calm.
"Of course! After all you've done for me this semester, it's the least I can offer you." He had barely finished speaking before I felt the man in my throat shudder and a flood of cum erupt down my throat. He began pulling out as he came and I caught the barest taste of the salty substance as he withdrew, noticeably softer than when he began. By now I had realized that I was not getting out of Brett's plan.
"How many men are there, Brett?"
"There are twenty men, and five women."
My heart dropped. I had never fooled around with another woman, keeping my "favor exchange" limited to my male professors. I had no problem with lesbianism and bisexuality, it had just never been on my list of things to try. I didn't even like the smell of my own pussy, and the thought that I was likely about to be forced to eat out five other pussies caused a little bit of panic.
"Well!" Brett said, clapping his hands and rising, judging by the groan of his chair. "Now that we've all had that little show, let's get started. Who has the scissors?"
"Scissors?! What the hell are those for?" I asked.
"We can't very well fuck you with your bikini on." Brett said, suddenly at my side and close enough to whisper in my ear. He laid the cold blades against my back for a moment, then untied the strings to my bikini top and pulled it out from under my large breasts. The leather of the vault was cold on my skin, and I shivered as the sensation traveled to my pussy.
"Oh ho, she's wet!" Brett announced to a small cheer, running his thumb from my ass crack to my clit. I flushed, my cheeks hot, because I knew from experience that anyone who looked would see the wet spot on my bikini bottoms. I heard the scissors open as Brett pulled the fabric away from my hip.
SNIP!!
