Boyz in the Woods

Elena was a quiet, thoughtful young woman, not yet completely comfortable on the new campus. She'd transferred from her local community college at the beginning of her sophomore year, and was finding the large state university to be not only hundreds of miles from her home, but worlds away from it as well.

She dressed modestly for classes, and on first glance, most would not notice the beautiful figure she kept well-hidden. She had full, 34-D breasts with unusually large aureolas and exquisitely sensitive nipples, a slim waist and long legs, longer than one would expect on someone so petite.

Her dark brown hair was straight and fine and fell to just above her hips. Elena's light blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and humor. She had lovely, full lips that covered straight white teeth, and when she smiled, that mouth was a mesmerizing magnet for all eyes in the vicinity.

She had an air about her, a shyness to her demeanor, which some mistook for conceit or standoffishness. Really though, she was just a young woman, eager to fit in, to find her place at the new school, and to make friends.

So far, she'd made only one new friend since classes had started the previous week: her roommate, Schelle. The girls had been randomly assigned to the same dorm room, since neither had submitted a preference for a specific roommate. Schelle was a tall, delicate blonde, and even more shy than Elena. The two latched onto each other almost immediately, each recognizing a kindred spirit, and enjoying the comfort that having a buddy to run with provided.

Both were fairly inexperienced with the opposite sex. They'd left boyfriends behind in their home towns, but only Elena had some "experience" to list on her sexual resume: heavy petting, a couple of attempts at blow jobs and a quickie or two in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. Schelle was even less experienced.

The two roommates were more than a little boy crazy, but because of their shyness, they'd not been approached by any of the guys on campus yet. They were both lovely to look at, but being so quiet and modest in their dress, they'd not been noticed in the sea of pretty girls who were more than eager to dress provocatively for attention.

Nearing their second weekend of the school year, Elena rushed back to their dorm room to share her big news with Schelle. Eric Jahnsen, the handsome athlete in her Advanced Chemistry class had invited her AND her roommate to a cookout party his fraternity was having that Saturday!

The girls were excited and nervous and in shock that they'd been invited to a frat party. They spent the two days prior to the party figuring out what to wear and fantasizing about what the party would be like. Neither would have EVER dreamed how that night would play out for them.

Just before dusk, Eric and three other frat boys pulled up to their dorm in his Jeep Cherokee to pick up Elena and Schelle. They explained that the others were meeting them at the cookout and apologized for the crowded conditions they'd have to endure during the ride out to the woods.

The two guys in the backseat were big, like Eric. Schelle was able to squeeze herself into the center of the back bench seat between them, but Elena was forced to climb in and sit on the lap of one of them. Eric introduced everyone, and the girls smiled nervously as they made eye contact with each of them in turn.

Elena was not used to being so close to guys she did not know, and was certainly not used to sitting on a stranger and having his arms and hands around her. As nervous as it made her, it also excited her and she could feel a wetness start to pool in her panties. She was embarrassed by this, and hoped she didn't soak through her jeans and onto his strong thigh where her clit was riding so sensuously and firmly.

She had said yes to Eric's invitation, but didn't really know him at all. Now, seeing three of his friends, she thought to herself that she'd happily take any one of them. She gave Schelle a nudge with her knee, and when their eyes met, they both smiled and winked at their good fortune.

The Jeep drove off-road for several miles, to the location of the campfire cookout deep in the woods at the edge of town. There was just one other vehicle there when they arrived. Elena saw four other frat brothers working around the fire, and wondered when the other girls would be getting there.

They parked, and the guys helped Elena and Schelle out of the SUV. There were some lawn chairs arranged around the fire, which they offered to the girls. It was dark now, and the chill of the fall night made the campfire seem warm and inviting as they sat down near it. Loud music was booming from a stereo system that had been set up on the hood of the other car.

Schelle whispered the question to Elena that they'd both been wondering. Elena told her she really didn't know who else was coming. Eric had asked her to his fraternity cookout and when she'd hesitated in accepting, he'd told her she could bring a friend along if she liked. The girls giggled that with the odds as they were now, eight to two, they'd have no trouble getting lucky.

Almost as soon as they were sitting down, Eric asked them what they preferred to drink: beer or punch. Neither girl had much drinking experience, so they both chose punch. They were each given a 16 oz. plastic party cup and told to enjoy. The "punch" was a strong mixture of several alcoholic ingredients and a sweet fruit juice to make it easier to drink. Even though the taste was jolting, the girls wanted to fit in, so they drank up.

Eric brought them each another round before they'd even finished their first. Eager to please, they emptied their first and started in on their second cup of frat punch. The combination of excitement about the party, the chill of the night air and warmth of the campfire, the newly consumed alcohol coursing through their systems, and the hormones unleashed in them from being so close to eight testosterone-charged guys who all seemed to be focusing on them left the pair feeling quite dizzy.

They'd been talking quietly to themselves, remarking on the darkness and isolation of the location, and again wondering when the other girls would arrive. They weren't even aware of the activity taking place on the other side of the campfire. Finally noticing, Elena touched Schelle's arm and tipped her head toward the group of guys across from them. They both puzzled at what they saw.

A full-sized mattress had been drug out onto the ground from the back of Eric's Jeep. At one end of the mattress, a heavy metal stake, with a loop on top had been driven into the hard ground. Through the loop on the metal stake was a long length of rope, with what appeared to be fur-lined handcuffs attached to the free end of the rope.

Just as the dawn of realization began to wash over them, they were each surrounded by large fraternity guys, looking at them with greedy, lustful expressions. Elena's pale blue eyes searched for Eric in the group, her pretty mouth struggling to form the words she needed.

"What's going on?" she softly asked.

She got no answer to her question, but felt herself being lifted from her chair and her sweater being pulled over her head, all in one synchronous motion. She was powerless to run or to struggle. The alcohol had left her woozy, and even stone sober she would have been no match for a single one of the guys, much less all of them.

Before she could react to losing her sweater, she felt her zipper being undone, her body being lifted slightly into the air and her jeans leaving her legs. She was now standing in front of these eight men, and her roommate, wearing only her tiny lacy bikini panties and matching bra. As baffled and frightened as she was by this unexpected turn of events, she found herself gushing with wetness despite herself.

The blaring music combined with the appreciative whooping noises made by the men and the alcohol she had consumed too quickly made her temporarily deaf. She could only hear the pounding of her own heart and the sounds of her own breathing which was labored and very fast now.

She looked back at Schelle, who was still sitting in her chair, a frat guy pressing down on each shoulder to keep her firmly in place. Then, as suddenly as had happened to her, Schelle was stripped of her clothes, and was standing next to her, wearing only a thong panty.

Schelle's breasts were small, but pointed proudly straight out. She had great nipples that were hard and erect nearly all the time. She rarely wore a bra, and if she had chosen to wear clothes that were more tight-fitting, she would have attracted a lot of attention to herself around school with those headlights.

Soon after Schelle had been stripped, the guys began to undress as well. Elena's head began to really spin now. Her mind was trying to make sense of the scene, and figure out what would be happening next. Before she knew it, her bra and panties were removed as quickly as her other clothes had been, leaving her completely naked and exposed before this crowd of cheering frat men.

Eric seemed to be in charge. She had regained her hearing, and was aware of him telling the guys to take her to the mattress and get her ready. She felt herself being led around the campfire to that mattress on the ground. Her hands were secured together in front of her with those fur-lined cuffs on the long rope. They swept her feet out from under her and she found herself lying on her back, with her arms stretched above her head, wrists together and attached to the rope and the stake.

She felt completely helpless in this position. Her arms stretched out, unable to cover herself, her breasts exposed to the cold autumn air, hardening her nipples, her bare just-shaved pussy on display. She felt the eyes and lust of all the men focusing on her and wondered what was next.

She heard Eric tell the now-naked men to line up according to dick size. He wanted the smallest at the head of the line, the largest at the end of it. There was a lot of comparing and some arguments about length versus girth, but they eventually arranged themselves in order as Eric had demanded.

Next, she heard what was planned for her. Eric announced that they would each have a round with Elena before the night was through. It was their choice on how they'd enter her. They could take her in her mouth, her ass, her pussy from the front, her pussy from behind, and they could also choose to do her two or three at a time if they wanted.

Elena was now in full panic. The reality of what was going on had hit her and she was powerless to do anything about it. As scared as she was, she could feel her pussy dripping juices onto the mattress below her as the first guy approached.

Frat boy Number One hollered out: "doggie style!" In an instant, Elena was lifted from the mattress and arranged on all fours, her still-cuffed and roped arms and hands offering her just enough balance in front to keep her up on her knees. Her full breasts dangled below her body, her hard nipples making them too irresistible for Number One not to squeeze. Her sensitive tips being stimulated in the cold air made her let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. That sound set off another round of whoops from the crowd.

With one hand still tugging and tweaking her breast, he took his other hand and stroked her pussy. When he discovered her dripping wetness, he yelled out to his buddies, "Dudes! She is SO WET!" More whoops ensued from the guys. Elena felt betrayed by her body, but helpless to fight the growing tension and excitement she was feeling.

Number One eased himself into her pussy. He wasn't very big, so the introduction of his cock into her near virginal hole wasn't a painful sensation; her wetness made him slide in easily, in fact. As he held her hip with one hand, he continued tweaking her nipple and squeezing her breast with the other. He soon began to get a rhythm going with his pumping.

As he was doing her from behind, Number Two shouted out, "Dude! Can I take her mouth while you're back there?" Number One grunted his approval in between strokes. Before she knew it, Elena found a cock, again on the small side, pressing its way between her lips.

Number Two stood before her, holding her head in both his hands as he slowly entered her mouth. Number Two instructed her on what he wanted her to do. He coached her to squeeze her lips tight around his shaft and to relax as he stuffed the entire length of his cock into her mouth and throat.

Elena, her pussy and her mouth both full of frat cock could only give in to the moment. She was confused at how turned on she was to be here displayed naked in front of these guys, to be sucking dick like a hungry whore while taking another's cock in her tight pussy. Her hardened nipples, involuntary moans, and dripping juices gave her away, but she didn't care any more.

Number One and Number Two seemed to have gotten going at the same pace, and they were picking up speed by the moment. Although she was inexperienced, she sensed they were both about to cum. Without realizing it, she began to push back into Number One as he slammed his dick into her with all his might, forcing him deeper inside of her with each thrust. At the same time, Elena increased the speed at which she was bobbing her eager mouth over Number Two's engorged cock.

She felt a bit like a porn star when both her men came to orgasm simultaneously. Instinctively, she squeezed her pussy lips tight around Number One until he stopped throbbing inside of her. She also held Number Two's still spurting cock tightly between her lips, with her tongue wrapped around the head. She heard loud cheering from the crowd, and couldn't help but give a little smile.

The first two withdrew and Eric announced what would happen next. "Between each round, we'll be cleaning out Elena. Schelle, come over and help us out here."

Eric had the guys bring Elena to a standing position, her arms still roped to the stake. Then, he positioned Schelle sitting cross-legged on the mattress facing her. He moved Schelle's head down until her mouth was on Elena's pussy.

"Blondie, you suck out her pussy, get it nice and clean for the next round," he instructed the stunned Schelle. "And I want you to finger yourself while you're doing it."

Much to Elena's surprise, Schelle didn't hesitate for even a second. She grabbed Elena's firm, round butt cheek with one hand, pulling her pussy onto her tongue, while she used her other hand to finger her own clit.

The sensation of Schelle's warm, soft tongue lapping over her clit and snaking in and out of her hole as she sucked the man juice from it sent waves of warm pleasure over Elena. Before she knew it, she was shuddering with a massive orgasm. Loud whoops and cheers from the crowd followed.

Two of them soon lifted Schelle from the ground and sat her back in the chair to watch again. Elena still stood, nipples hard, pussy again freshly juiced with her own honey, waiting for the next round of fucking.

Number Three wanted her from behind as well, but he wanted her standing while he did her. They uncuffed her hands for this one. He led her over to Schelle's chair, and bent her at the waist. He then forced her head into Schelle's lap. Her roommate's legs were spread wide open, and she was told to lick Schelle's clit while he did her from behind.

Elena had never even seen another woman's clit at this point in her life, but she had no choice, she had to comply. She thrust her tongue into Schelle's snatch. Elena's hands were gripping the arms of Schelle's chair for support while Number Three entered her and began pumping his slightly larger cock into her wet opening.

Too many sensations were flooding Elena. The feel of the cock stroking in and out of her, the smell of Schelle's honey pot, the feel of Schelle's now erect clit on her tongue, the taste of Schelle's juices in her mouth, the cold air on her swinging breasts causing her nipples to harden so intensely, and the knowledge that eight men were watching her - she suddenly shuddered with her second orgasm of the night.

After Number Three filled her with his hot, spurting cum, Eric ordered Elena to position her pussy over Schelle's hungry mouth again. The guys cheered as Schelle sucked all the juice from Elena and brought her to another orgasm in the process.

Number Four wanted her to suck him off. He sat in a lawn chair and had her bend down to take him into her mouth. Number Five wanted to take her virgin ass while she was bent over sucking off Number Four. Five took two fingers and plunged them into her pussy, withdrawing them soon after dripping with slippery honey. Then he gently used her own juices to lube up her ass and his hardened cock.

Elena's mind was racing at the thought of being fucked in the ass for the first time. She didn't know if she would like it, and was thankful the cock that was going inside her wasn't one of the last three, the really big ones. Number Five was an average-sized cock, and she told herself it wouldn't be too painful if she would just relax into it.

While Number Five was preparing her ass for his entry, Number Four was demanding her attentions. He had both of her dangling breasts held tightly in his big hands, and was massaging and squeezing them in a most exquisite fashion. When he worked his way down to her nipples, he had them aching and so hard they could cut glass. She orgasmed again, just from the nipple stimulation. She was still moaning loudly with intense pleasure as he shoved his stiff dick farther down her throat than she realized she could take.

At that same moment, Number Five entered her ass. Once his rather large head had made it past her tight opening, taking the rest of him into her was a piece of cake. The completely new sensation of a hard cock in her ass made her shudder again, and moan even louder. Number Five got a steady stroking rhythm going, holding tightly onto her hips for good traction.

She was sucking Number Four like she couldn't get enough. Her hands were gently massaging his balls and squeezing his shaft as she plunged his throbbing member in and out of her throat. He shot off load after load into her willing mouth, and she continued to suck greedily until he was emptied and spent.

By this time, Number Five had shifted into high gear. He was in an ass-fucking frenzy. He pumped with all his might until he came with an explosive shout and long, loud cry. When he finally withdrew, and his oversized head plopped back out of her ass, she shuddered with another orgasm herself.

Number Six was already lying down on the mattress, ready for her to ride him like a cowgirl on a stud horse. Eric led her directly over to him and guided her onto her steed. She used her hands to place his cock inside of her as she lowered her pussy down the long, thick shaft. The last three cocks she would take on this night were the biggest she had ever seen. She wondered if she could handle them, and had no choice but to try.

As she rode her cock pony, his fingers squeezed and pulled at her nipples. She leaned over his face, and as she bounced her pussy up and down on his pole, he took each nipple in turn into his mouth. The crowd cheered as they saw her frantically riding the biggest cock yet for all she was worth. They cheered as she orgasmed again and again when her distended nipples were roughly sucked and gently bitten.

Number Six let loose a flood of cum inside her that came rushing out when she was finally lifted off of his massive cock. Schelle was there at the ready to lick her thighs clean, and suck out the remaining juices. She also managed to bring Elena off again by some now-expert tongue action on her clit. More cheers from the frat crowd.

Number Seven and Eric (Number Eight) had decided to do her together. One in her ass, one in her pussy. They were the two biggest in the group. Massive, thick, beautiful specimens of cock they were. By now, Elena knew she could take them, having been loosened up by the rest of the group.