It was absolutely dripping
The silence of the dorm room was broken only by the frantic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard, a familiar frustration building in my chest
History 101 wasn’t going to write itself, and the deadline was looming like a particularly grim spectre.
“Seriously, this essay is going to be the death of me,” I muttered, running a hand through my already messy hair.
That’s when Pip strolled in, effortlessly cool in ripped jeans and a band tee, a sharp contrast to my current state of caffeinated anxiety. Pip, with their impossibly bright blue hair and wicked grin, was the kind of person trouble naturally gravitated towards—and usually, I was dragged along for the ride.
“Still wrestling that paper, Elara?” Pip asked, tossing their messenger bag onto my already cluttered bed. Their tone was light, but there was a knowing glint in their eye. They weren’t here to commiserate.
“Wrestling isn’t the word. I think it’s trying to suffocate me in sources,” I sighed, minimizing the Word document that was currently mocking my 500 words of garbage. “What brings the campus anarchist to my humble abode?”
Pip leaned against my desk, crossing their arms. “I was supposed to have a study session with Sam and Kai, but apparently, they rescheduled. Something about needing to ‘de-stress’ before the big poli-sci midterm.”
I raised an eyebrow. Sam, the resident bookworm, ditching a study session? And with Kai, the hyper-organized captain of the debate team? Something wasn’t adding up.
“‘De-stress, huh?” I echoed, the phrase sounding suspiciously like a euphemism.
Pip just smirked. “Yeah. And they asked me to bring the ‘props’.”
My stomach twisted. I knew exactly what kind of “props” Pip meant. My friends, bless their academically driven souls, often found the most extreme ways to blow off steam. And often, it involved a lot of whispered suggestions and shared excitement over obscure kink websites.
“Props?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, suddenly much more interested in this conversation than the Roman Empire.
“Think shiny things. And maybe some restraints,” Pip said, then pulled a small, heavy velvet bag from their pocket. It made a distinct clinking sound.
“Oh, damn, is today a good day for a study break or what?” I grinned, the prospect of history forgotten. It was already a known fact that Sam and Kai were much more than just study partners; their tension, a simmering mix of rivalry and shared intensity, usually combusted into something spectacularly dirty. Now, it seemed, they wanted company.
“They’re up in Sam’s single, floor three. They said to get up there fast. They sounded… impatient,” Pip said, a mischievous blush creeping onto their cheeks.
“Lead the way, then,” I said, jumping up and snatching my keys. This was exactly the kind of chaos I needed to clear my head.
We jogged up the three flights of stairs, the excitement growing with every step. When we reached Sam’s door, Pip didn’t even knock, just keyed in the code and pushed the door open to a dimly lit room.
Sam and Kai were already there, in a tangle of limbs and slick skin on the floor, far from any textbook.
Sam, usually buttoned up in oversized sweaters, was practically naked, wearing only a ridiculously tight black latex corset and garters, her normally neat hair disheveled, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. She was kneeling, her back arched, giving Kai full access to her chest.
Kai, who always carried themselves with such precise control, was a mess of raw desire. They were shirtless, sweat already soaking the dark skin of their chest, and wearing fitted grey track pants, which did nothing to hide the prominent bulge between their legs. They were currently sucking Sam’s tits, making a loud, wet sound that echoed in the small room.
Sam saw us first. Her eyes, wide and hazy with lust, flicked up.
“Finally,” she said, her voice ragged. “Pip, did you bring the ropes?”
Pip tossed the velvet bag onto the bed. “And a few other things. Elara, come here. We need to warm up.”
I didn’t hesitate. The sight of Sam and Kai, already in the thick of it, was a serious turn-on. I crossed the room and kneeled beside them. Sam immediately reached out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me face-first toward her neck.
“You’re late. You owe me a good lick,” she demanded, her voice throaty.
I laughed, a low, nervous sound, and plunged my tongue against her sweaty skin, tasting salt and perfume.
Kai disentangled themself from Sam, their energy electric. They moved with grace, their dark eyes focused entirely on me.
“Elara, I want to taste what you’ve been up to,” Kai said, grasping my hips and pulling me back until my ass was grinding into their crotch. Their hands were surprisingly rough, pushing up my shirt and bra to expose my tits to the cool dorm air.
Pip settled onto the bed, looking entirely too comfortable, observing the unfolding scene with an air of pleased anticipation.
Kai was aggressive, sucking hard and fast on my exposed breast, managing to knead the other with such intensity that I gasped.
“We need structure, babes. We have a lot of stress to relieve,” Pip interjected, their voice laced with authority. “Sam, get up. Show Elara what you’re wearing under the corset.”
Sam obeyed instantly, standing up slightly wobbly. The latex corset shone in the dim light. Underneath, she was wearing shiny black wet-look leggings, the material clinging tightly to her thighs and hips, perfectly framing the plump lips of her pussy. It was absolutely dripping.
“Jesus, Sam,” I said, mesmerized by the intensity of her wetness.
“Kai got me started while we waited. Now, your turn, babe,” Sam said, pushing me backwards until the small of my back hit the foot of the bed.
As I lay there, Kai was already undoing my jeans zipper, their fingers working quickly. In seconds, I was stripped of my lowers.
Sam dropped to her knees, positioning herself right between my legs. She spread my glistening pussy lips wide with gentle, demanding fingers.
“I heard you like it nasty, Elara,” Sam said, her breath hot against my wet folds. And before I could respond, she plunged her tongue deep inside me, licking with deliberate, grinding strokes.
I cried out, the shock of it making my hips buck. Sam was a generous, demanding eater, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Meanwhile, Kai lowered their heavy, tight ass onto my face.
“Your turn to serve,” they growled, grinding their wet, slightly musky ass into my mouth and beard, pressing down hard and demanding.
The smell of Kai’s arousal was instantly intoxicating. I opened my mouth, eager to lap up the salty-sweet essence of their thick ass crack as they ground heavily against my face.
Pip, sitting above on the bed, pulled out a length of thick velvet rope.
“Hold on, darlings,” Pip said. They jumped down and rapidly tied my wrists to the bed frame, securing me in place.
“Good look, Elara,” Pip said, before joining Sam to watch the show.
Sam was devouring me, her fingers working my clit with such delicate precision that I felt my mind beginning to unravel. I was trying to focus on pleasing Kai, my tongue darting and flicking against their tight hole and their sack, but the combined stimulation was too much.
“Fuck, Elara, you’re so wet already,” Sam moaned, slurping loudly.
Kai leaned forward, capturing Pip’s mouth in a long, wet kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths, sharing their saliva and breath.
“Sam, use the silver thing,” Kai demanded, still riding my face, their voice muffled and deep.
Sam reached into the velvet bag and pulled out a small, heavy silver vibrator. She slid it immediately up into my soaking pussy, the buzzing contact sending shivers through me.
The sensation—my clit under Sam’s tongue, the internal vibrations of the toy, and Kai’s demanding ass grinding into my face—was a symphony of intense pleasure.
I began to moan incoherently, my muscles tensing.
“No, not yet, Elara. Not until you’ve got Kai off,” Sam commanded, pulling her mouth away from my clit.
I bit down on the firm, salty flesh of Kai’s ass cheek, trying to focus on my task, tongue darting viciously into their tight brown pucker.
“Good girl,” Kai hissed, their hips slamming down hard onto my face, forcing their scent and sweat into my nostrils.
I felt the first tremor of my own release, despite Sam’s withdrawal. The vibrator was relentless.
“Wait, wait,” Sam demanded. She pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with two fingers, which she smoothly curled deep inside me. “Look at me, Elara. You’re too sensitive. You’ll have to handle this.”
Then, Sam spat a thick wad of saliva directly onto my clit before sinking her mouth down and beginning a rough, circular sucking motion. The saliva made the sensation slick and overwhelmingly sensitive.
I came apart, the noise tearing from my throat despite my efforts to stifle it. My back arched against the bed, the ropes digging into my wrists. I felt the familiar gush, my juice flooding Sam’s mouth as she sucked and slurped.
Kai let out a loud, shuddering moan above me, releasing their own tension against my frantic mouth. The taste was powerful, metallic and clean.
I managed to swallow a good portion of it, the salt clinging to my tongue.
It took me a few seconds to breathe. When I could finally focus, I saw Pip was already stripped and slick, their magnificent chest glistening with sweat, and a long, thick leather strap in their hand.
“My turn for some submission,” Pip announced with a sharp grin. “Elara, darling, you know the drill.”
I nodded, still pinned to the bed, my wrists tied. Sam quickly untied me. I used the ropes to secure Pip to the headboard, just as Sam had been earlier.
Pip looked glorious, bound and exposed. They were wearing a pair of tight, black patent leather knee-high boots that stretched high up their thighs. The contrast of the shiny, commanding boots and the velvet ropes was stunning.
Kai joined me, and we approached Pip together.
I felt Kai’s large, stiff cock pressing against my back.
“Elara, I want you to worship Pip’s feet,” Kai directed, their breath hot on my neck. “Make them feel used.”
I dropped to my knees, taking one of Pip’s leather-clad feet in my hands. The leather was surprisingly sturdy, slightly warm from the friction of their movement. I began to lick the shiny toe of the boot, the harsh taste of the industrial leather strong on my tongue.
Pip moaned loudly, their hips starting to buck against the ropes.
“Get inside her, Kai,” Sam demanded, sounding impatient as she licked residual cum and piss from my thigh. “We don’t have all night.”
Kai pulled me back against their hard chest, positioning their cock at my fuck-hole. I was still throbbing and soaking wet from Sam’s attention.
“Stay right there, Elara, and keep worshipping those boots,” Kai hissed, grasping my hips with their large hands.
I took a deep breath, and Kai slammed their cock deep into my pussy. The force made me gasp, even though I was ready.
We began to ride together. I kept my mouth and tongue focused on Pip’s boot, running my tongue along the seams and even pulling the heel into my mouth, the leather slick and demanding.
Pip watched us with wide, lust-filled eyes, their chest heaving, the friction from the ropes beginning to irritate their skin.
Sam was not idle. She knelt at Pip’s crotch, gently separating their thick, already hard labia. Then, she dipped three fingers into my slick pussy and transferred the creamy juice onto Pip’s sensitive flesh before lowering her mouth and beginning to suck them off.
The scene was pure, visceral chaos: my pussy slammed by Kai’s cock; my tongue busy with Pip’s boot; Sam devouring my non-binary friend; and Pip, tied to the headboard, moaning like a dying animal as Sam sucked on their swollen clit.
“I want to use the strap,” Kai suddenly said, pulling out quickly, leaving my pussy stinging from the sudden absence.
They reached for the thick leather strap Pip had brought, which turned out to be a specialized bondage paddle.
“Turn over, Elara,” Kai commanded.
I immediately rolled onto my stomach. Kai spread my cheeks wide, revealing my tight, anxious asshole.
“Sam, lube us up,” Kai ordered.
Sam grabbed a small bottle of coconut oil and applied a generous amount to Kai’s shaft, and then a shocking amount to my hole. I could feel the cold, slick oil dripping down my inner thighs.
“I won’t be gentle, Elara,” Kai warned, their voice low and serious.
I shuddered in anticipation. “I know,” I whispered back.
Kai pressed the head of their cock against my hole. It was a massive knot of flesh, significantly thicker than I was used to.
They started slow, pushing in inch by excruciating inch. I gasped, the stretching intense and demanding.
“Relax,” Kai commanded, gently smacking my ass cheek once with the leather paddle.
The sting made me inhale sharply, helping me relax slightly. Kai took the opportunity to drive home, burying their huge cock up past the root and against my prostate.
I screamed, a sound of both pain and intense pleasure.
“That’s it,” Sam said, running her hands along my sweaty back. “Take my man’s meat, Elara.”
Kai started to thrust, deep, primal, and relentless. The force of their movements made the bed shake. I could feel my organs shifting, the sensation overwhelming, demanding submission.
Then, Kai began to lightly spank my ass with the paddle, the rhythmic sting adding a whole new layer of intensity to the deep, shattering penetration.
“Say it, Elara,” Pip demanded from the headboard, their voice strained with their own climax. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours! I’m yours!” I cried out, my voice thick with cum in my throat, salty and overpowering.
I felt Kai’s body convulse behind me, their thrusts becoming frantic. They began to pump their thick, hot load deep into my extremely used asshole. The release was a shattering torrent of heat, filling my guts.
I screamed again, the heat and pressure too much to bear.
Sam and Pip, seeing their partner’s glorious release, both came undone. Pip convulsed violently against the ropes, a choked-off cry escaping their lips as Sam’s mouth worked them over. Sam pulled away at the last second, catching Pip’s juice in her hands and then eagerly licking it off her fingers, making a loud, sucking sound.
Kai pulled out, leaving my overstuffed hole gaping and dripping. They fell beside me, panting heavily.
“Fuck, Elara,” Kai said, their voice raw. “That was… necessary.”
Sam, her face smeared with sweat and cum, crawled over and slumped on my back, licking the stream of sticky discharge that was running down my ass crack.
Pip, still tied up, chuckled weakly from the headboard.
“I think we just solved the socio-political implications of the Roman Empire,” Pip joked, trying to catch their breath.
Sam pulled her mouth away from my butt, her eyes gleaming. “We definitely just averted a campus-wide meltdown.”
I simply nodded, too tired and satisfied to do much else. My body felt tender, abused, and completely blissed out.
“Well,” Sam said, standing up and stretching, a drop of cum still clinging to her chin. “Does anyone want to draft the introduction?”