by Golden Angel
When Allison got home, she discovered that she didn't even want to think about masturbating, her body was far too sore. She felt almost dreamy. Even though it was only 10pm - it felt like she'd been at his apartment for forever - she fell into bed and went straight to sleep, still wrapped in her coat. As she slept, Todd's cum slowly began leaking from her ass.
Chapter 8
When Allison woke up Saturday morning, she realized that she had to hide her coat and get in the shower before her parents came in and found her on her bed, naked underneath the black coat and with dried cum on her ass. Wincing, very sore from the night before with Todd, she moved carefully as she stowed the coat away under her bed and ran to the bathroom. None too soon either, she could hear her mother coming down the hall.
"Allison? Are you up? Our guests will be arriving in an hour." Her mother's voice drifted into her rooms.
"Yes, I'm up," she replied, praying that she sounded normal. "I'm in the bathroom, I'm just going to take a shower and get ready."
"That's fine dear." Her mother's voice drifted off as if she was heading downstairs. Allison slumped against the door of her bathroom in relief for a moment, before turning and examining her abused and sore body in the full length mirror.
Her curly brown hair was tousled and tangled, her breasts looked normal although they were still pinkish on the undersides. Her nipples were redder than usual, but no one would be seeing those; a cautious touch made her wince as the entire area around her nipples was incredibly sore. There was no evidence whatsoever around her pussy and ass, although there were some faint shadings that might have been bruises on her ass. Todd had kept his word, the only lasting marks on Allison's body was the discomfort and lingering soreness; nothing anyone would see as long as she was careful (and much more easily explained away than visible markings). Relieved, she got into the shower and prepared for the pool party.
A few hours later, surrounded by family, friends and her parents co-workers, she could almost believe that the night before had been some kind of dream. Her life was so odd lately, with everything going on as usual other than her Friday nights... and the fact that she seemed to need to masturbate daily or else her pussy would be burning with a kind of itch that wouldn't go away until she did. They were strong feelings after all, she was probably just excited because she and Todd only had two more dates left. Mingling with the guests and leering old men, she smiled and acted as if everything was normal.
Although there were plenty of good looking young men, several of whom kept her plied with drinks and attentively catered to her every need, Allison couldn’t shake the feeling that she enjoyed being the one catering to Todd’s needs more than having all these young men at her back and call. She suddenly thought of a quote from a play she’d read last semester, Dangerous Liasons:
When I came out into society I was 15. I already knew that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe... I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork into the back of my hand.
Yes… yes that was exactly how she felt. She was trapped here, in this world where her parents dictated most of her life, where her manners had to be demure and perfect, and she appeared free to do whatever she wanted. Yet she’d never felt more free then when Todd had her tied down to her bed.
******
Allison banged her head on the library table. She’d been typing away on her laptop, back in the secluded Sports Section where she’d once sucked Todd off, but she was having more and more trouble concentrating. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in her paper about The Monk. But it was giving her a lot of thoughts that she wasn’t sure she wanted to be having.
The main character, Ambrosio, started out the book innocent, but he becomes more and more depraved, sinking deeper into temptation, lust and sin as the book continued. Now if that wasn’t a metaphor for her life then what was? He had resisted, at first, but was eventually overcome by his lusts and by the time he raped Antonia he was participating whole heartedly in the sorcery of Matilda. Was Todd her Matilda? She was being ‘forced,’ so to speak, because that had always been her fantasy. Maybe Ambrosio had had fantasies about being forced out of his virtuous lifestyle and being able to indulge himself the way he’d always wanted to.
But that wasn’t what Allison truly wanted. If she had to admit her wildest fantasy to herself now, it was a fantasy of Todd and her as a couple. A couple having wild, rough, depraved sex… but a couple. Monogamy. The outward exterior of normalcy that she’d always maintained, while behind closed doors he’d tie her up, spank her and fuck her ass. Even just thinking about it made her shiver with excitement. Sometimes she even thought that Todd might feel the same way, although he was unwilling to admit it.
There had been some jealousy in his eyes when he’d shared her with Chad. Although maybe she’d just imagined that out of wishful thinking. It had to be wishful thinking, didn’t it? And what was wrong with her that she was falling for – getting a crush on a guy that used her for sex?
Allison glanced at her computer screen and groaned, she had wasted another half an hour doing nothing but fantasizing about Todd, wishing that he wanted her for more than sex, and pondering her own depravity. This was not the first time that had happened tonight and she only had tonight and tomorrow to write ten more pages for her paper. Tonight she had averaged one half-assed page per hour. Pathetic.
Heat blossomed between her legs as a presence leaned against her back, and Allison’s lips parted automatically.
Oh God.
“Well, well, Princess,” Todd’s voice was a murmur in her ear, a low sexy murmur that tightened things inside of her gut and made her think of ropes, sex and exquisite pain. “I never thought I’d see you in this part of the library again.” His hand rested on her shoulder and began to drift down to her breast, and Allison found herself sitting up straighter, helping him to reach her more sensitive region faster. When his hand slipped inside the curved neckline of her shirt, his fingers reaching into her bra for her nipple, Allison felt like panting.
He was standing behind her, big, dominant and everything her body yearned for. Maybe her heart too? Tilting her head back she looked up at him. She saw lust and possession in his eyes as he stared down at her; the way that he looked at her made her feel owned, and she loved it. Was she willing to buck her parent’s disapproval to try and date him? Not that he’d asked. Dammit. His fingers tightened down on her nipple and she moaned, squeezing her thighs together as her pussy ached for him.
“Todd,” she said, her voice was breathy and he answered her with a low growl. Cupping his hand under her chin, he pulled her head back and his lips descended roughly on hers, taking away her breath.
Yes yes yes yes!
This was what she wanted… this wanton creature inside of her, unleashed and exploring, having her desires fulfilled. Todd’s tongue invaded her mouth, his lips rough. She clutched the seat that she was sitting on, giving in to his dominance over her body, allowing him to maneuver her head however he wanted as they kissed.
When he pulled away Allison wanted to grab him, well no, have him grab her, and throw her on the ground and do her right here on the floor of the library. Or maybe throw her across the table and take her from behind. Or... she let out a whimper, crossing her legs as her pussy spasmed. She couldn’t think about anything but sex and the roguish dark eyes that were boring into her.
“So eager for me, Princess?” He sounded amused. That infuriated her. Even with the bulging tent in his pants, clearly visible as he sidled around her so that he was leaning on the desk, his hips at perfect height for her to lean forward and… ahem. Enough of that. She was mad dammit! He should be thinking the same lustful thoughts that he inspired in her, not be amused at her desire for him. Which was now being subsumed by a desire to put him in his place. Instead of answering him she just glared, at her usual loss for words when Todd said something
blatant and not entirely socially appropriate. With him, her good manners weren’t an asset.
“So Princess,” he said conversationally. “Two more dates left? Is there anything in particular that you’d like to repeat?”
Several things actually. Their first dinner together which had almost felt like a real date. The exquisite burn of anal sex. Being tied up and vulnerable for him.
But that’s not what came out of her mouth.
“Being shared,” she purred, her eyes flashing with challenge for him. “Isn’t that what you frat boys like to do? Gang up on a girl?”
Todd’s mouth tightened. “If that’s what you want then I can certainly arrange it.”
He was standing and gone, walking stiffly and quickly before she could say anything, and she definitely couldn’t go running after him or calling his name, begging him not to share her with other men. Allison buried her face in her hands. Why had she just said that? Partly to piss him off maybe. And maybe a little just to see his reaction, to see if he’d be jealous, the way she thought he might have been when he shared her with Chad.
Was he jealous? Or was it just male pride because she’d insinuated that he wasn’t man enough for her?
*****
“So that’s what happened,” she told Diana, later that night, sighing woefully. She’d had plenty of time to think after Todd had left and sincerely regret her rash words and request. “I can’t believe I said that to him.”
“I can,” Diana laughed, her voice echoing a little over the phone. “He was kind of asking for it. And at least now you know that he does get jealous about you wanting to be with other guys.”
“That or I bruised his pride.” Allison made a face at herself in the mirror. Not long ago she would have never thought to sit naked, talking to someone on the phone… but it really didn’t matter since it wasn’t like Diana could see her. And she felt so comfortable around Diana that maybe she would care about being naked in front of her either. So many social conventions that just didn’t bother her like they should anymore.
Her rebellious side was stirring close to the surface. Thank God for Diana or she’d go crazy. The two of them were becoming rather close, texting occasionally throughout the day and this was the second time that they’d talked on the phone this week already. There wasn’t anyone else who understood.
“I’m rather envious,” Diana said. “I’ve always wondered what being with two guys are like. I wonder who Todd will choose.”
“If it’s Chad, feel free to come along,” Allison said dryly.
Diana laughed. “Thanks for the invitation but I actually have my own date this Friday.”
“Anyone I know?” Had Chad and Diana really hit it off?
“No, just this guy from my Chemistry class. He’s got the cutest nerd thing going on.”
After that the conversation meandered and flowed as the two girls gossiped. Diana was the perfect person for Allison to gossip with about her dates. Not too many other girls would be able to listen to everything Allison had done and was going to do without labeling her as a slut. For Allison, Diana’s easy acceptance and discretion was a godsend.
*****
Princess,
We'll be staying in at my place this Friday. Wear a coat with nothing under it again. Put your hair in a ponytail this time. Be at my place at 5pm.
Your Lancelot
* * * * *
Despite herself, Allison couldn’t help but over analyze Todd’s signature on this week’s email. Lancelot – as in the man who had to share Guinevere with King Arthur. But Lancelot had also been the one that Guinevere had ended up with. Was that how Todd saw them? Was he trying to tell her with this message that he had feelings for her beyond the sex?
Eventually she gave up on running the possible double meanings around her head. For all she knew he was just running out of knightly / royal pseudonyms for himself.
*****
When Allison arrived at Todd’s apartment on Friday she nervously checked her appearance in the rearview mirror before leaving her car. Not that there was much to check. Her curls were bouncy in the ponytail and she’d left her make-up sparse. With Todd there was no way to tell whether or not she’d be crying, sweating or covered in cum. So she’d stuck with simple eyeliner and pink lipstick.
Before she knocked on his door she frowned, thinking that it sounded like there were more than just a couple of voices on the other side of the door. Maybe he had the television on. But when she knocked on the door, the voices abruptly halted. Her insides twisted. How many voices had she heard? The door opened and Todd grinned at her, but there was a tightness around his eyes. Dared she hope it was jealousy at sharing her again?
Then she stepped inside, looking into the main room and gasped. There was a large group of other people there, including several guys she recognized, including Chad, from Todd’s frat. A few of them had hung around outside the gym with him when she’d been passing by. There were eight guys total, and another girl who was sitting on one of the guy’s lap, kissing him while his hands moved under her shirt. Just that sight gave Allison a clue of what she was in for.
Her jaw worked up and down as she stared at them. They, in turn, checked her out, a number of eyes traveling over her legs. They were brown-haired and blonde, one guy had black hair like Todd, one redhead and one very large black guy. All the ones that she knew were from Todd's frat so she guessed that the rest were as well. At least his frat had a reputation for making its members take constant STD tests - they had to since they constantly shared sorority pledges. From the Greek letters stretched across the brunette's rather small boobs, Allison figured that she was probably one of the frat's shared girls for the year. Not that she seemed at all adverse to her situation, jumping up to greet Todd with a kiss as enthusiastic as the one she'd been giving the guy whose lap she'd been sitting on the moment before.
Now Allison was the one feeling jealousy. Had she mistaken Todd’s emotions? After all, it’s not like she really knew what he was doing on nights when he wasn’t with her. He could be going through entire sorority houses for all she knew. Getting a grip on herself, she looked away so that at least she didn’t have to watch them kiss. Chad had gotten up and was walking towards her, and she focused on him, which meant that she wasn’t looking when Todd released the sorority girl and looked up to see Allison’s reaction.
“Allison, let me get your coat for you.” Chad offered chivalrously, winking at her. Obviously he knew exactly what she had on underneath. But then he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Allison glanced at Todd who was pretending not to watch her and Chad’s whispered conversation. What did he think they were doing, talking dirty to each other? Todd’s hands were under the sorority girl’s shirt now, and she was rubbing against him like a cat.
Well anything that bitch could do, Allison could do better.
“Yes,” she whispered back, and smiled rather seductively at him. Then she raised her voice. “I’d be happy to give you my coat, sexy.”
The croon in her voice startled Chad, got the attention of the rest of the room – who had divided its attention between her and the sorority bitch – and made Todd glare. The brunette in his arms let out a yelp as he inadvertently crushed her breast in his hand. Ignoring them, Allison stepped past Chad to favor the room with a smile. Holding her chin high, she calmly unbuttoned the coat, letting just a thin strip of flesh down her center show, although as she reached the bottom button which was in front of her pussy, she paused and winked at them, holding it closed in just that spot… and then she whipped it open and let it slide down her arms to the floor. The guys let out whoops and cheers as her curvy body became visible, bringing heat and color to her cheeks.
She could hear Todd’s teeth grinding as he stepped closer to her. The sorority bimbo flounced back to the circle of guys, this time ending up on a different one’s lap.
Todd smiled at her, looking like his face hurt to do so. She smir
ked back at him.
"We're going to play some strip poker Allison... I'm sure you know how to play. We're all wearing five pieces of clothing. You get four forfeits and then if you lose a fifth time... we all get you for the night."
Allison lost some of her confidence as she realized what he meant. He wasn’t going to share her with one other guy, she was going to get gang-banged. Apparently he’d taken her comment in the library about being ganged up on quite literally. But then she tilted her head back. The sorority chick looked excited at the prospect of getting banged by all of these guys, and even if Allison backed out of her ‘blackmail’ situation now, while she was sure that Todd wouldn’t actually give her father the tape, then it looked like someone was going to be getting banged. And Allison was damned if she’d leave Todd to fuck that bimbo while Allison was off somewhere else, unsatisfied and unable to keep her eye on him.
When she didn't make any protest, the guys began setting up the game on the coffee table and Allison swayed naked on her heels. She ended up wedged on one of the couches between the big black guy and Todd. She realized she didn't actually know anyone's name except Todd and Chad's, somehow that was comforting. If she didn't know their names, hopefully they weren't people that she'd run into very often. The big black guy eyed her appreciatively, and she shrunk back a little against Todd; her parents weren't racist exactly, they just didn't know anyone who was black and she didn't have much experience with them either. The size of the huge guy made her feel very small and very vulnerable.
Fortunately Todd quickly distracted her as she shuffled the cards by announcing her first forfeit.
"Ah, let's see. The first time Allison loses, the winner gets two minutes play with any part of her upper body that he - or she -," he shot a quick smile at the other brunette, "wants using his or her hands or mouth." Then he began dealing out the cards.
