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My name's Jenny and I'm twenty. I like the little rhyme; it makes me smile. I think I have a birthday coming up soon, but I'll have to check with the Mistresses.
We only had two more days of classes before our first weekend at 'R&RU,' so it'd be misleading to say that we slipped into a comfortable routine. The college had already proven that it had ways to keep us on our toes, too. Our evening sessions remained a mystery until the still-unnamed Mistress called them out through the speakers. On Thursday, it was round-robin role playing that began under blue lights, but switched to green. I had a tough time pretending to be Mary-Beth, but Annabelle, my partner, gave me lots of hints along the way. She did a great job of pretending to be Lily; she did giggle a bit too much when it came time to worship my feet, but after a few minutes, she got into it.
On Friday, out came the dildos. A dozen of us gathered in the lounge area on the second floor and worked our mouths and pussies simultaneously. That was followed up by a sexy group shower where all of us made the rounds on each other. Everything we'd learned about each other's kinks and quirks was at our fingertips -- and tongue-tips! -- and we learned some new things, too. Annabelle loved having her larger breasts rhythmically massaged, especially by a girl who was pressed up behind her; Mary-Beth was fascinated by the look and feel of other girls' holes being stretched around her fingers -- the more, the better; Remy went a little braindead whenever anybody got aggressive with her, preferring to let other girls grind and hump against her passive, willing body; Lena had a love-hate relationship with powerful jets of water spraying her everywhere, which reminded me of how Lily would react when her feet got tickle-tortured. What she seemed to love-love was getting a blast in either her mouth or pussy. I remembered her being interested in enemas, and wondered if she, like me, was overeager for our first anal work study to be completed.
I could hardly have called those bad surprises, and in the meantime, life with Lily was great. I didn't get to play with her cute little asshole quite as often as I'd have preferred, but she made sure to give me thorough, high-quality massages in exchange for all the time she spent with my feet, and lots of those massages eventually made their way to my fun places. She also remained my happy toilet slave, and I took to slipping an ice cube up her bum or her pussy every time we played together in the evening. The collar and leash made another appearance; she really liked those. She was also sucking on the pacifier quite a lot while we were in the dorm rooms, though she never turned down swapping to my titty if it was available.
Each day, we got more milk and more cum. Each day, we learned a little more, practiced a little more, and got a little bit better at everything we put our minds and bodies to. I got to spend more time with those adorable kitties and puppies on Thursday, and I knew that that was going to be a highlight of my week, every single week.
On top of all of that, I got to cum during my next two bum checks, and on Friday, I was allowed to squeeze out as many orgasms as I could while Miss K held the rod firmly in place deep inside of me. They'd quickly become my favorite kind, but each one made me yearn that much more for a true anal climax.
Then came Saturday, and, for the first time, our schedules were almost bare. After our morning feedings, spankings, and bum checks, we were free to do any exercise we wanted for the next hour. Lily and I chose running. Along with our all-purpose shoes and some socks, we wore beyond-short athletic shorts, flimsy shirts that didn't even conceal our sports bras, and tiny anal plugs that barely teased. For the first half hour, we glided across the campus in a happy, milky haze. The second leg was a more sober experience, but no less exhilarating for it. We decided to see just how fast we could run, and it was
fast
. The emerald fields, off-white walkways, and pristine squares flew past us, and our high ponytails swung and bounced like mad. I felt like an Olympic athlete. Taking in big lungfuls of air wasn't painful or tiring; it was invigorating. My eyes were wide and there was a big smile on my face. I was amazed at my body's power and stamina.
Whenever we encountered a new girl, one of us would stretch and bounce in place while the other performed the classic college-girl greeting. Then we'd swap places. We both added Ophelia, Persephone, Fiona, and Kay to our ever-growing mental list. Those four girls were all from a different first-year dorm, whose location roughly mirrored our building's on the campus map. As we were 'Humpties,' they were 'Trixies,' nick-namesakes of Dr. Beatrix Wolsey, a British neurosurgeon who'd defied the sexism of her age to become one of those 'generation zero' legends that Mistress Abigail had mentioned during our first role play class. Ophelia further informed us that Beatrix had been heavily involved with developing those fancy new cats, and so she instantly became one of my favorite historical figures. I felt a little guilty that I didn't know much about Dr. Mikurai's work yet. I made a mental note to look him up on the college's intranet.
When the hour was up, we were back near Humpty Dorm. We refilled our water bottles from a nearby drinking fountain, did some final cooldown stretches, then found a patch of grass to plop down onto. The warm September weekend meant girls, girls, girls everywhere, and quite a lot of them were having sex. Lily and I snuggled up with each other and took in the sights for a few minutes. Bendy, stretchy college-girl bodies made sixty-nining a very popular activity, but we also caught sight of a few dedicated pussy- or butthole-lickers. The couple at the fucking station was doing standing doggy with a strap-on, and a petite girl near us was riding her partner's face for all it was worth. Another couple was feverishly grinding their pussies together, and I caught sight of a thick, floppy, purple dildo intimately joining their depths.
Amidst all of that sex, the handful of couples simply making out with each other, or reading on their tablets, added something special to the outdoor vibe. College wasn't just an orgy. It had something for everybody, all the time.
"So?" I asked Lily coyly. Cooldown stretches aside, I was warmed up from head to toe, and ready for anything.
She smiled and sipped her water. She was a vision; the physical exercise had lent her a special glow that her snow-white skin couldn't hide. "We have lots of time before lunch," she said. "Would you make love to me?"
"We have to be gentle," I reminded her. Our special work study for vaginal sex wasn't quite the same hurdle as our anal one; we'd already been taken multiple times that way by Mistresses' long, thick strap-on dildos. The college nevertheless insisted that we take it easy on other college girls. I couldn't quite understand it, but my best guess was that it was because none of us were proper Mistresses.
She nodded. "I know. It's just that we've been meaning to do it, but it was never the right time."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Of course, bun-bun. You want it all sweaty, or shower first?"
"Shower first," she said. Her eyes sparkled. "They say lots of regular girls need foreplay before they can fully enjoy penetration. Usually that means eating pussy, but maybe..."
She didn't have to finish. I knew she was offering me her cute little butthole on a snow-white platter. I grasped her hand, and we stood together.
"And maybe I could do it to you?" she asked. "We've never done that either."
"Definitely," I said. "You know what? You'll be the very first one to eat my asshole properly."
"Really?" she asked excitedly.
"Yup!" I replied with a nod. "The closest I've gotten was a stray lick from Mistress Vivienne and Cat, but I had a plug in both times. I'll take it out for you."
Lily moved in and gave me a big hug. "So romantic," she said.
We both laughed, but I don't think either of us necessarily disagreed. I'd been her first that way, too, and it was a memory I knew I'd treasure forever.
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I only wished I could see Lily as she settled down behind me in the shower. Her tender, teasing touches were divine, but I was sure that seeing the expressions on her face would have made them feel even better.
"So pretty," she whispered. A single, delicate digit found my warmed-up, almost-closed pink pucker. I shut my eyes and focused my attention back there. She brushed against my hole, tracing a line up and down it with the very tip of her finger. "You just relax and let me serve you, Jenny."
I was sure I looked very submissive to Sarah, Lena, Corrine and Monique, standing spread out in a strip-search position with my palms and forehead against the shower wall. I didn't mind at all; I didn't feel any need to be or appear dominant, and I loved the idea that they were watching me. I loved thinking that they were captivated by my beauty -- our beauty -- and the raw sexuality of what we were about to do. I wanted to make them horny. I wanted them to masturbate or fuck to us. The heat of exposure was combining deliciously with my own rampant arousal and the literal steaminess surrounding me. Their gazes were probing digits, pushing into my sensitive flesh, and I welcomed every single touch.
Lily grasped both of my ass cheeks and spread them. I groaned out in pleasure, both anticipatory and actual. She gave the best ass massages, even when she was barely trying. Her thumbs knew exactly where to go on my pert cheeks. They found a special spot that sent a signal directly from my toned rear muscles to my pussy.
Her cool breath on my hole was next, followed by the nuzzle of the tip of her nose. I felt her inhale, not just exhale. I knew she couldn't smell much of me there in the steamy shower, but imagining her aroused, blissful face taking me in like that definitely did it for me. Even better was the fact that our audience was watching her do it.
She kissed me there first, then teased me with the tip of her tongue. I nodded my head against the shower wall and gave her hums and huffs of encouragement. She took her time, and that was okay; our asses were for sex. She wasn't teasing-upon-teasing; she was slowly ramping up to a genuine sexual act that I knew could make me cum if I wanted it to -- and I did. I wanted that for both of us.
She added speed and pressure, and experimented with loops and lashes. Her tip all around my rim felt amazing, but nothing compared to the first time she Frenched me. I released a moan of joyous surprise, then urged her on fervently. "That!" I exhaled. "That, over and over. Penetrate me. Tongue-fuck me."
I felt her eager nod behind me. I thrust my ass out further, spreading my legs and sliding my hands and forehead down the slick wall. Her own strong hands, still massaging my high, tight bubble of an ass, started to support some of my weight. We both knew that I'd need that very soon.
She stiffened up her tongue and attacked my receptive rear hole. She got her head and neck into it, too, thrusting them like hips if her tongue had been a cock. Every time she breached my barrier, she sent a powerful pulse of pleasure into my two muscular rings that ping-ponged to every other fun place in my body. I didn't need to consciously summon the mantra; it came unbidden into my head:
my ass is for sex. Lily's tongue-fucking my vulnerable little asshole. She's going to make me cum.
So, too, came the green light behind my eyelids. Everything was sexier. My journey towards climax changed from a jog to a sprint.
"Push in!" I groaned out, and on the very next penetration, I felt her powerful tongue jam into me as far as it would go. She wiggled it in a frenzy, and that set me off.
