Charlotte let out a sharp, aggressive grunt. It was a distinctly unladylike grunt. It was the kind of grunt that, had she made it at a family dinner at home in Alabama would have earned her a sharp glare of approbation from her father, a concerned look of correction from her mother, and a mocking smirk from her sister. But Charlotte wasn't at home in Alabama.
She looked down, past her naked heaving breasts which were flushed red and covered with a thin layer of perspiration as she exerted herself, down into the smiling blue eyes and impish grin of her friend Jessica. Jessica knelt naked before the equally nude Charlotte, who sat, leaning back on the bed in her dorm room. Despite the playful expression on Jessica's face and her rather casual "attire", she was hard at work. She had just worked a decently sized black dildo past Charlotte's sphincter. It was the biggest tool yet that the newly christened slut had managed to fit into her still unplundered. A few weeks ago, Charlotte was a politically and culturally conservative champion of traditional values, who would never go so far as to wear a sleeveless top or a skirt that ended above her knees, who would never be cut alone with a boy behind a closed, who was, though she was loath admit it, just a little bit racist.
But now. Now Charlotte was, like her roommate and best friend Hannah, a committed black cock slut. She had taken countless enormous ebony cocks in her mouth and pussy, had gallons of cum sprayed all over body, into her (pill-protected!) womb, and down her greedy throat. And the once fierce advocate for traditional marriage and lifestyles had learned the delights of sapphic lust, having had the tongues and fingers of many other equally wonton women in her pussy, in her asshole, across her breasts--and she had tasted similar delights herself.
But for all of her commitment to her new, debauched lifestyle she hadn't yet managed to get one of those glorious black cocks up her still-virgin butthole. It wasn't that she objected to the idea. On the contrary, she felt a certain sadness that she hadn't yet become a three-whole slut, felt that she clung to one of the sillier vestiges of her old life. She longed to be as filthy as Hannah and Jess...but she just hadn't been able to cross that bridge.
"You're doing great sweetie," Hannah cooed behind her as she gently stroked her hair with one hand and held Charlotte's hand in another. Charlotte was leaning back, her head resting between the naked breasts of her beloved friend, roomate, and fellow slut.
Charlotte just groaned in response as Jess continued to gently but insistently work the plastic invader up into her tight, virgin asshole. Charlotte had taken much larger cocks in her mouth and pussy, and they had plundered those holes with far more vigor and intensity, but her asshole just hadn't been as receptive as the rest of her body. Jess and Hannah, who had initiated her into their world of depravity, had shown nothing but kindness and patience in trying to help Charlotte clear this final hurdle before she could truly call herself a fully debauched whore, and she found herself making slow but steady progress. This was the biggest dildo they had tried on her, and although Charlotte didn't exactly have a ruler or a stopwatch, she thought this was the furthest one of the faux-dicks had worked its way in, and in the fastest time yet. Still, she couldn't have gone this far without the support of her friends, and she gripped Hannah's hand more tightly as the invasion progressed.
"YAY!" Jessica cried out excitedly. "It's all the way in! I'm so proud of you!!! How does it feel babe?"
Charlotte managed a weak smile as she worked up the strength to form words, recognizign the need to express herself with something other than moans and grunts.
"G-good." She managed to stammer. "It's good. It's so good!" Her own words surprised Charlotte, but they were true. The plastic shaft rammed up her ass certainly felt different, but she liked it! She realized that a fleshy but still rock-hard ebony rod up her ass, wielded by one of the master bulls she had become intimate with (or even a brand new bull!) would be even better, but she'd still need to work up to that. For now, she was genuinely enjoying the substitute, wielded by an experienced and skilled bisexual slut.
Jess grinned in delight and Hannah giggled, both amused at and approving of their once prudish friend's conversion.
"I think you need to kick this up a notch," Hannah said excitedly. "Show this whore some of what she's missing out on!"
Jess nodded seriously, and began to work the dildo in Charlotte's ass with gentle but steady strokes.
In response, Charlotte let out another of those animalistic grunts as she lost herself in pleasure. Before long, her staccato grunts became more of a continuous squeal. Her skin flushed red and her legs began to trash about as her squeals became screams. Jess recognized the signs of an building orgasm and, determined to further Charlotte's education by bringing her rapidly to an intense orgasm with an ebony rod lodged deep into her asshole, moved her head forward and began aggressively lapping at Charlotte's pussy and clitoris.
Charlotte's eyes rolled back into her head, which was now thrashing about uncontrollably. Hannah grabbed the bucking brunette's head with surprising strength given her relatively petite size and pulled her towards her own mouth. Within less than a second, the two roomates were passionately making out, tongues thrusting into each other's mouth with ardor.
Hannah, no stranger to blissful orgasms at the sapphic hands of her fellow sluts or from a power ebony shaft, also saw what was happening to Charlotte. In the past few weeks, she had seen Charlotte take enough black cock, and had brought Charlotte to orgasm herself enough times, that she was especially attuned to the tell-tale signs of the progressive states of Charlotte's sexual arousal. "Let's show this slut a good time!" she thought to herself, and reached around with one hand to begin stroking Charlotte's clit.
Jess's premonition--fuelled by years instincts developed through years of unabashed slutiness--came true as Charlotte let rip with a shriek of pleasure into Hannah's mouth and her entire body began to quake with the force of the orgasm. A sweet, light liquid burst from from her spasming pussy. Jess laughed with delight and positioned her face so that it Charlotte's sexual juices ran down her face and into her open mouth.
Charlotte's mind melted into a mist of pleasure. Any ordered thought became impossible. In this moment, Charlotte was acutely aware of her entire body--not just her impaled asshole, her squirting, spasming pussy, or her heaving tits. Her entire body was a conduit for sheer pleasure. Every pore, every cell, every nerve seemed to come together in a symphony of delight as her orgasm ripped through her. Perhaps an actual cock attached to an actual stud would bring Charlotte to even greater heights, but she didn't have the wherewithal to give that serious thought.
The orgasm was at once too long and too short. Its intensity caused her to lose any sense of time. But, too soon, she felt her heights of bliss come down to earth. Desperate for breath, she broke her kiss with Hannah and began to pant, still unable to speak but offering weak but pleased whimpers. She couldn't speak, but the small noises let Hannah and Jess know the depth of Charlotte's happiness and gratitude.
Charlotte's reverie was interrupted by a chirping to her side. She was in too much of a delirious bliss to realize what it was.
Hannah, not having just experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, had more presence of mind. She let go of Charlotte and leaned over to pluck up her phone.
"Food's here!" she announced excitedly as she scrambled off the bed. She started to hurry towards the door before pausing.
"Don't give some poor delivery man a heart attack, silly," she muttered to self as she let out a furtive giggle. She scanned the room, looking for some garments to make herself look decent. She grabbed a tiny bit of white fabric and a bit of dark blue material which was only slightly larger. Determinednot to make her delivery person wait longer than necessary, she worked quickly, throwing on a white, cropped tank top. It's spaghetti straps left her shoulders largely exposed; it was low cut enough to show a generous expanse of cleavage and cropped high enough to fully expose her belly and even a bit of underboob.
In a display of athleticism which would have been beyond her skills a few months ago, she pulled a pair of daisy dukes shorts on over her legs. Although the denim shorts were skin tights, she easily squeezed into them, reflecting her experience in quickly getting into--and stripping out of--risque outfits. The tiny shorts did little to cover her--many swimsuit bottoms and panties were more conservative. If she'd bothered to put on underwear, it surely would have stuck out the top. As it were, her the bottom curve of her bare ass cheeks hug out from the barely-there bottoms. Was Hannah decent? Not really. But she was a slut, and her standards for appropriate attire weren't exactly demanding. The outfit, revealing as it was, left her technically clothed. She wasn't about to get arrested. And although she fully intended to give her driver a solid tip, she was chuffed at the prospect of giving him a pleasant eyeful as well.
Driven by equal measures hunger and respect for the driver's time, Hannah scurried out of the bedroom. Jessica crawled up onto the bed and embraced a still cum-addled Charlotte, kissing her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The tranquil sapphic scene was soon interrupted by Hannah's cry from the living room.
