Shortly afterwards, Charlotte sat in a classroom, annoyed. Her recent lesbian tryst had put her in a euphoric mood, and she was still riding the highs of the orgasms she had received at the hands of her roommate and their slut sensei--as she had started to think of Jess. If it weren't for the masterful tongues and fingers of her fellow whores having so recently released her tension, she might not be able to resist rolling her eyes or making some sort of snide comment that would surely cause some sort of scandal in the religious study group. She squirmed a little in her seat, adjusting to get the small butt plug Hannah had helped her place in a more comfortable position. The device wasn't especially large, and Charlotte was able to walk and sit quite easily with it, but Hannah encouraged her to wear it both as part of her training and a reminder that, even as she sat at her fellowship group, she was still a nasty whore at heart.
The source of her consternation was the lovely but judgmental leader of their little group. Blair's judgmental, hectoring words poured forth from a perfectly formed mouth framed by vivid red lips.
"This campus is being taken over by sinners and fornicators!" She pounded her fist into the palm of the opposite hand to make her point. "Us righteous folk are in danger! We can't live a godly life with this filth and perversion on our campus." Her southern drawl was infused with venom.
The source of Blair's ire wasn't any of the gangbangs or orgies in which Charlotte was now a regular participant. No, Charlotte imagined if Blair learned about those she would slip into a coma for weeks. And Charlotte couldn't really hold it against someone who was sheltered if they recoiled in horror at her new hobby. She remembered the misguided attitudes she herself had held only a few weeks.
No, it was't the fuck fests that had Blair worked up. Instead, Blair's rage was inspired by the general education literature classes including works by writers who were (heaven forbid!) homosexuals!! And the campus hosting a concert from a rising pop star who sometimes showed a bit of midriff and bare arm in her sets. (Despite Blair's umbrage, the pop star was an icon of wholesome, innocent fun for many young women around the world. Charlotte had caught wind of plans to use her campus trip to enhance the star's reputation for innocent fun, and to strip away her reputation for wholesomene. But that was a tale for another day.)
Charlotte continued to bite her tongue. As obnoxious as Blair was, she didn't want to get kicked out of this group. So much had changed in the past few weeks, but her faith was still an important part of who she was. Yes, she had abandoned any sense of sexual restraint. She was a filthy fornicator, whore, a harlot, a hussy--not quite a sodomite, although she was working up that soon. She was happy with who she was now, and other than the inevitable opening of her asshole to monster cocks, she didn't want to change. Sexuality was part of being human, sex part of creation: what was wrong with it?
A few weeks ago, Charlotte was a chaste virgin. She was so often angry, or judgmental, or bitter. Since she had been slutted out, she had noticed she was so much more patient and understanding. Charlotte still disagreed with Hannah, Jess, and her sister Emma on so many things, but a disagreement was now simply a disagreement, a different way of seeing things, and not a source of anger. The transcendent pleasure of fucking seemed to put things in perspective.
Still, she believed that there was more to the world than mere matter and motion, that some greater spirit created and loved the world. She was moved by thoughts of salvation and grace, compassion and sacrifice. But she couldn't see the restrictions on sexual fun as anything more than a superstitious anachronism, borne more out of an ancient revulsion to societies which worshiped many false gods who were more cruel than the worst of humanity, who mixed relaxed sexual attitudes with human sacrifice and a celebration of violent and bloody warfare. The sexual debauchery she had seen in the past few weeks would have but Babylonian priests to shame, but the violence and tyranny of the ancient pagans were a far cry from the fuck fests of today.
To Charlotte, people like Jess and Hannah and Tracy and Jerry Suffolk and so many of her other new friends exemplified honesty, kindness, intelligence, compassion, and hard work. And people like Blair--well people like Blair were kind of just assholes.
Faith, family and country remained central to Charlotte's beliefs. But now, black cock joined that constellation. Unfortunately, for Blair, it seemed like fear, hatred, and bigotry should be the center of her acolyte's world.
And also unfortunately, people like Blair also tended to be the types who grasped for leadership, and Blair was now using her ambitious drive to soapbox for her judgmental and antiquated views.
Charlotte twirled her pencil as she imagined a naked Blair riding a giant black cock impaled in what was assuredly a tight, well-trimmed slit, gold cross necklace flying between her large, bouncing breasts. Blair always wore dresses and tops which did little to show her curves and which caught off just below her neck, but even still Charlotte could tell she was stacked. She tried to imagine what her nipples looked like. Were they pale and delicate, like the graceful curve of Blair's neck? Or were they dark, with impressive aurerolae in a way that would match her impressive tits. Her panties began to dampen at the thought, and her sexual fantasies helped distract from Blair's obnoxious dreck.
Blair paused her rant to take a breath, and Charlotte took a quick glance around the room to see how the rest of the group responded. Some looked rapt with attention, fired up by rhetoric. Others seemed simply bored, more interested in spiritual development than politics. Others looked like they were also trying to suppress their annoyance.
Charlotte stopped her survey for a moment when she made eye contact with Pam, a petite sophomore with shoulder length, chestnut-colored hair and pale blue eyes. The two flashed a quick smile, before putting on poker faces as Blair revved up to begin her speech again.
