What am I gonna do?
Jenny Parker peered into her bathroom mirror, a feeling of desperation creeping into her psyche. Two months shy of completing her second year at Carrington College, a small, all girls post secondary institute, she knew she was in jeopardy of flunking out. She was a bright enough girl, and when she was interested in a subject area she would do quite well. However she was experiencing great difficulties in three of her courses: economics, biology, and English literature.
Her lack of success in economics and biology kind of made sense. She wasn't really into anything related to business, and biology really wasn't her thing either. The only reason she enrolled in it was because she thought it would go well with her major, physical education. As for English lit, that one was more baffling.
Unlike the others, this had always been one of her favorites. She was a voracious reader and an avid writer, loving creative writing in particular. The problem was her instructor, Professor Watts. To a certain extent the teachers in the other two classes, Professor Weir and Professor Kelly, contributed to Jenny's difficulties as well, but for a different reason: they just weren't great at their jobs.
Professor Watts on the other hand was excellent: thorough, well prepared, and his lessons always captivating. Unfortunately he was also quite demanding, and a ball buster when it came to grading, Jenny not alone in her struggles. None of the students really complained however for two reasons. First, although he was a tough marker he was fair, and he was also very friendly, kind, and personable. Everyone just liked the guy. And second, he was a stone cold fox, the hottest male teacher at Carrington. That went a long way in an all girls school.
Jenny was pretty sure that was a big part of her current predicament. He was very distracting, being a predominant character in many of her daydreams in and out of class. The teenager frequently found herself fantasizing about dropping to her knees and sucking his cock between her juicy lips, swallowing his cum down her slender throat, or bending over a desk and letting him fuck her doggy style.
The fact of the matter was, Jenny Parker was an utter and complete slut.
She hadn't always been that way. Until her later teen years she was actually introverted, and kind of nerdy to be truthful. She had been skinny, wore glasses, her mouth full of braces, her complexion not the greatest. She had never been that interested in boys, perhaps because they had never been that interested in her, but eventually the braces came off, her skin cleared up, and her body filled out. Suddenly a lot more boys became interested. Very interested.
Initially she didn't know how to deal with her newfound popularity. Still quite shy she was reticent to date, but she found herself more and more attracted to the opposite sex. When she discovered the joys of masturbation her sexuality blossomed, and when she discovered the joys of a hard cock in her pussy it exploded.
The latter had only begun on the occasion of her eighteenth birthday. Jenny thought it was as good a time as any to lose her virginity, and fortunately for her the lover she chose was experienced, making her first time very memorable. After that she went wild, her sexual awakening all consuming.
She had fucked guys her age, guys a little older, guys a lot older. She loved getting railed from behind and she loved cowgirl, but to be honest any position was fine as long as it involved a hard cock, or several hard cocks. To her it was all good, the experience all that mattered. Jenny had learned to please herself while pleasing others, so if her partner wasn't very adept she could still cum, and almost always did. And if he was skilled, well then so much the better.
Being at an all girls college one might have thought that her opportunities for dalliances with men would be limited, but nothing could have been further from the truth, her appearance and newly discovered self confidence compensating for any slight limitation in available partners. Jenny believed she could get any man she wanted. Well, maybe not any man, but any single man and any married man lacking scruples or self control.
She was gorgeous, the former wallflower now a teen goddess, looking older than her nineteen years, but not too much older. Her face was stunning: high cheekbones and full, pouty lips; sultry, hazel eyes; a svelte little nose; and a lovely smile, compliments of two years of braces, all blending beautifully. Long, silky brown hair completed the breathtaking package. She was blessed with a willowy, five foot ten inch frame that was both slender and athletic: thin waisted with wider hips; long, toned legs; a tight, heart shaped butt; and two firm, moderately large tits.
The beautiful brunette also knew how to "dress for success" as it were, possessing a variety of outfits suitable for any occasion, from modest to sexy to downright whorish. She had ditched glasses for contact lenses, only wearing spectacles for effect from time to time. During regular school days she tended to dress conservatively, usually more subdued black slacks combined with a white top. She really saw no need to dress provocatively for school, except perhaps for her English class.
Finally, the girl was also a virtuoso in the art of seduction, subtly or overtly exuding sexuality as required, flirting effortlessly, able to manipulate most men with her body language, a subdued yet knowing smile, a well timed double entendre, or just flat out saying, "Let's fuck." She had so many weapons at her disposal it almost wasn't fair.
A few months shy of her twentieth birthday, she had screwed somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty different men, her body count an estimate at best. The longest relationship she had been in lasted a month, ending at a party when her boyfriend at the time passed out from drinking. She had warned him that if he got piss drunk again they were through. Jenny was a bit upset, so she consoled herself by fucking two of his friends that night. Afterwards she realized that she had no interest in anything long term. There would be time for that later if she so desired.
She understood how society would judge her: a tramp, a whore, someone to be scorned. She was aware of the hypocrisy that came with her gender. If a nineteen year old guy slept with fifty or so women he'd be considered a stud, a hero to many, but a girl behaving the same way? Jenny didn't care. She loved sex, loved cumming, loved making others cum. It was her
raison d'être
. If that made her a slut then so be it. She loved that too.
Without doubt her craziest, most depraved experience came when she let six dudes from the local semi-pro basketball team gang bang her, a three hour extravaganza culminating in her face and body being painted with several coats of cum, as hot as any naughty video on PornHub.
It had started out innocuously enough. Jenny had gone to a club, easily passing for twenty-one, and had met a man. He was tall, confident, and decent looking so of course they hooked up. He fucked her six ways from Sunday, leading Jenny to give him her number. A few days later he texted her.
Hey babe, it's Joshua. Having a little party tonight, wondered if ur interested?
It took a moment for her to jog her memory as to who the fuck Joshua was, then it clicked in.
What kind of party?
Just some of the boys from the team. They want to meet u
She was intrigued. Jenny had fucked two guys at a time before, but this would be uncharted territory, the very concept of it making her cunt drip.
I'd love to meet your friends. What time?
