Hi all. So many people enjoyed Part One, I decided to push through and finish Part Two. Then I decided to start all over on it with an entirely different approach. Apologies for the delay. One astute reader commented on a glaring error in Part One that I will eventually go back and correct. For now, Brad is the younger brother. Thanks, stranger, for pointing it out.
If you didn't read Part One, you might want to, or none of this will likely make any sense.
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THE ACCIDENTAL SLUT - PART TWO
I cried on the couch for some time. So many feelings and emotions and thoughts, my brain was overheated. I recognized, but only barely, that I was nearly in shock. As I sat on the couch, quietly wiping my tears away, I continued to think back on the events that recently transpired.
My professor, Dr. Charles Anderson, and my lab partner, Tim Pillars, had left more than an hour ago, but not before I had Dr. Anderson's long, skinny cock stuffed down my throat. The worst thing about it... it was I who had insisted on the act. The poor man tried desperately to keep me off of him, but with him glaring at my big tits, getting me so horny, I insisted on getting (what I felt at the time) was my just due. After finally swallowing his load and settling down, I agreed to allow the professor to hypnotize me again... or rather, un-hypnotize me, as it were. He was to remove all the post-hypnotic suggestions from the first time he'd hypnotized me.
These were suggestions that supposedly had me behaving the way I was behaving, like a slut. Even though I was aware that post-hypnotic suggestions had me acting like this, the knowledge of it didn't seem to have any effect on making me want to stop. Hopefully, the professor would correct this problem.
With cum dripping down my face, Dr. Anderson looked at me and said, "Miss Becky, please allow me just a few minutes of your undivided attention. I need you to sit back and simply listen to my voice and follow along."
Tim, my lab partner, was still there and just ogling me while the doctor went on, trying to push the agenda forward. It really pissed me off that Tim would be so inconsiderate. I was a sexed-up mess as a result of THEIR actions, and he was just looking at me like I was an everyday slut (or so that's how I perceived it, anyway).
"Alright, professor," I said. "I'll do this on one condition. Tim has to strip off his clothes, sit down on this couch and allow me to sit in his lap, ON HIS DICK!"
"What? Why?" he screamed. Tim was barely able to conceal the gigantic erection he was sporting, so he very well knew why, I thought.
"Because I am holding you accountable to your thoughts! Just look at that thing you're trying to hide. And this whole time you've been staring at me like a piece of meat! I'm going to show you exactly what it feels like. Do it now, or we call the whole thing off."
Tim looked at the professor, pleading for help, but the instructor just replied, "You better do it. This seems rational to her. The best way I can explain it, is her logic skillss are working in an alternate reality."
Fucking Tim did seem rational to me, regardless of what the professor was going on about. Even though I had conceded I had been hypnotized, the decisions I made, and the actions I committed to, seemed perfectly justifiable to me. I got up from the couch as Tim stripped naked and he sat down where I had been. After a twenty second struggle of getting comfortably positioned, I finally had his cock jammed deep inside me. It felt amazing to fill my cavity so completely, as I finally directed my attention back to the professor.
"Okay, so now we may continue," I said. I leaned back a bit against Tim, allowing his cock to push forward inside me. I bet the impression of his penis could be seen through my stomach. The idea of that turned me on as the professor began counting down...
I don't know how long I'd been listening to Dr. Anderson when it dawned on me that I was willfully allowing Tim, that asshole-pervert-lab partner of mine, to put his cock in me. I jumped off, practically crashing over the coffee table. My breasts jiggled and bounced as I regained my balance and awkwardly stood up.
I wanted to say something. I wanted to cover up, but I was in disbelief from all the shameful thoughts bouncing in my head. Whatever the professor had done, he had allowed me to remember all the events that had occurred this day, up to that very moment. I remembered absolutely everything I'd done since I'd arrived home from school.
"Are you okay, Becky?" the professor, asked softly. Tim was still seated, trying to look away and cover himself. I didn't see my brother, Brad, anywhere.
The gravity of the situation was overloading my circuits. To sum up the events earlier from today, I'd fucked my lab partner while sucking off Brad, my brother. Then I fucked Brad while Tim had gone to fetch the professor. I practically raped the professor when he got here... and then Tim again, before being "hypnotized" back to normal.
As the two sat there staring at me, I felt like such a colossal slut. The 'modest me' was back and absolutely mortified that she had done such horrendous things.
The professor finally looked to Tim and said, "Why don't we pack up here. Let's give her some privacy."
While I stood there in shock, still naked, Tim quickly got dressed and paired up with the professor who had offered to give Tim a lift to his dorm.
"Goodbye, Becky," said Tim, quietly, as he reached for the door. "We'll see you in class."
As I mentioned, it's been an hour since Tim and Dr. Anderson left the apartment and I still hadn't gotten off the sofa, or even cleaned up. I just sat there, quietly sobbing, embarrassed, confused, frozen in shame. It was then I heard a soft voice behind me.
"Becky, are you going to be okay?" It was Brad. I turned and saw him entering the living room. He was dressed in his flannel pajamas, his typical lounge-around attire in the evenings.
I wiped off a tear and said, "No... I don't know... Ugh... I just can't believe I did that..."
I knew I probably had reason to be angry with my brother for fucking me, but considering the actions I'd initiated, I couldn't even begin to wrap my mind around it all. Brad, however, brought up the subject, anyway.
"Becky, I am really sorry," said Brad, sitting down in the loveseat across from me. "What happened today was perhaps unforgiveable, but please... if you can understand, know that I never meant to hurt you, or humiliate you in any way. You were just, uh... kind of irresistible. But now I feel terrible about it. It's why I excused myself to my room when Tim and the professor got here."
"You mean, after we... we..." I couldn't get it out.
"Should I get your robe?" Brad asked.
I touched my face, feeling dried cum. I looked at Brad, still with that shocked look on my face. "Oh my god, Brad, this is so embarasing. Yes, please."
