So the blows continued, ten in all, until Marie’s was spreading her own legs to their widest. Her labia were engorged now, clit poking out, sweat ran down her face. Her cheeks were bright red. She was ready to be fucked.
I maneuvered my body between her legs and looked down on her face, my tip nestled in the folds. I live for the begging. She looked up at me, wanting to be taken but doubtless she’d never begged in her life, she’d told us herself that the virginity loss was a result of unfortunate, sophomoric pressure rather than genuine desire. The body begs before the mind, I’ve found. Her hips swirled and she starting inching herself down the bed. I aped her movements, staying exactly where I wanted to be. Julie left her cuffed wrists above her head, now tied to the bedpost with a simple black rope and began licking her neck and nipples.
“Ummm”
“Yes, Marie?”
She closed her eyes, wincing a little. I suppose I’ve forgotten to mention that she was on the board of the NYU young feminists’ society. Not that anything we’d done was in violation of feminism but there’s a certain reticence about begging in those circles.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please, Mr. James, please.”
“Please what? And call me what I am?”
Her mind spun into overdrive, seeking the right combination of words that would give her the only thing she cared about, the only thing she could even think about wanting in the whole world.
“Please, fuck me daddy.”
Those were the right words, but I wasn’t ready yet.
“I’m not sure I want to.”
“You have to- please daddy.”
“I don’t have to do anything, men get to consent too, Marie.”
Her eyes widened- consent, as carefully considered has it had been in this scenario, seemed a foreign topic to her mind. Especially male consent. Who considers male consent?
“Please, please, I’ll do anything, anything at all, anything you want, please, what can I do.”
“Let’s see” Julie said. She moved down to Marie’s exposed ass and thrust a finger in. Marie convulsed.
She traced her way up, leaving the tip of her finger at Marie’s mouth. Julie nodded and Marie, after a brief moment, sucked.
“Good girl, Marie. Here’s something you can do.” Julie was in rapture.
“You can live with us for awhile, sweetie. We know you’re sharing a double with a woman who does smell the best. There’s a spare bedroom here, you can use, as long as we can use you.”
The zaniest concepts can seem so straightforward in the state Marie was in. Of course, we’d never hold her to a commitment made in such straights, but it’s a great time to incept an idea for future consideration.
“Ummm… what?”
“You’re be our little live in Marie- so long as you’re a good girl and do what we say, you can stay with us, play with us and stay out of the nasty dorm.”
“Umm, okay, yes, sure Miss. Whatever you want.”
“Doesn’t it sound nice, Marie?”
I gave her a sudden half inch and she gasped, audibly.
“Oh yes, thank you, I, I, I’ll do what you say and oooo”
“Tell Mr. James.”
“Yes, Mr. James, daddy, I promise I’ll live her and do whatever you want and let you two use me and I’ll be your… be your slut…”
I like to reward initiative so at her introduction of the word slut I fucked her silly. I usually prefer to start slow and work my way up, judging the optimal stroke rate but once I could tell she was deep enough to take my full length I pinned her legs above my shoulders and demolished her.
She came after about 30 seconds, a devastating, body-wracking orgasm that seemed to last for a full minute. I kept going and after five minutes she came again, an aftershock but, she would later tell us, still the second most intense she’d had to date.
Then, I pulled out. Julie has her rules. Marie catatonic beside me, I rolled onto my back, Julie rode me and milked me to the sort of elongated orgasm that comes when a women is exercising the utmost control and keeping just the correct level of friction.
The three of us cuddled then, whispering sweet nothings into Marie’s ear and bringing her up gently from whatever first tier down of subspace she had visited for the first time. I looked at the clock- 11:30pm and Julie and I had taken the day off tomorrow. Marie, we knew, was out of classes as well.
Julie, draped in a sheet in a hilarious display of modesty, bounced to the bathroom and came back with three pills in hand.
“Have you ever had molly before, sweetie?”