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Miranda - 2
by Desert Bandit (address withheld)
***
In this second portion our hero gets himself sexually
exploited somewhat, but Miranda's plan backfires. (FFM,
1st, nc)
***
Jayce had never gone on a single date with Miranda, and
yet, he felt like he had a sort of "relationship" with
her. The truth of the matter is, it was obvious enough
she was being a bitch and playing with him; flirting
with him one minute, shooting him down whenever he
offered a date the next, and then all of a sudden
popping up with a new "boyfriend." Not really a
boyfriend, but some other desperate "loser" type (some
even bigger "losers" than Jayce), that she just picked
at random from the crowd to piss him off, which of
course it did.
It was obvious enough that Miranda had feelings for
him; he could see it in her eyes every time they spoke,
and on many occasions she couldn't even look at him in
the eye. Miranda herself was perfectly aware of the
fact, but kept denying it to herself, over and over.
"How was it possible" she thought to herself "for
someone like ME, to develop feelings for someone like
HIM!"
"He IS NOT what I want!" she kept telling herself "HE
IS NOT the type of guy I look for in a relationship!"
Nevertheless, there it was, very strong feelings for
him she wouldn't admit. And a horrible, empty, aching
feeling in her crotch that really annoyed the hell out
of her whenever she was around him. Whenever she felt
particularly horny, she would come up with some excuse
or other to end the conversation and then scamper off
somewhere.
"She couldn't fall for him; it was now her senior year,
and he was a sophomore, so there was no way it could
work. Before she even graduated she had been offered
work at some big shot office in Manhattan, and she
couldn't say no. Horny as she felt for him, her career,
her life, came first. Selfish? Arrogant? Of course it
was, but then, she was Miranda, a Boston Brahmin
princess. She had no time for moral qualms, only her
own needs. "And frankly" she thought to herself "that
little turd is in the way."
Even though her feelings for him, and her sexual desire
for him were both strong, in the end she saw him as a
nuisance. So what if meeting him had triggered in her
some sort of chemistry between the two? In life, you
can have chemistry with lots of people, and what she
wanted, was to have chemistry with the type of guy SHE
wanted to be with, no someone like Jayce. Despite this,
she was obsessed with him; she couldn't put him out of
her mind, and it annoyed the hell out of her. Finally,
she decided it was time to humiliate him.
***
Jayce, having just ended another conversation with
Miranda, was floating on cloud 9, naively, as always.
He thought that sooner or later she would change, that
she would stop being such as snob, and, as they say
"love conquers all" right? He couldn't have been more
wrong; Jayce should have heeded Clyde's warnings. In a
gesture of unspeakable generosity on the part of
someone like Clyde, Jayce was informed that with the
female gender, it ultimately boils down to two basic
things. Namely, "bullshit," and "power."
With a little bit of power, just a little bit, if you
can crank out enough bullshit, with enough confidence,
its more than enough to get between a woman's legs. In
other words, Clyde spoke like a true player. Jayce,
when arguing with Clyde, often had a naïve "oh god, it
can't be true!" tone, and naturally pulled out all of
his nerd resources to argue his way out.
He tried in vain to make logical arguments about how it
didn't make sense that girls behaved that way, he
pulled out Psychological research talking about the
harm such behavior does to women, and even quoted from
feminist texts which said that women want a sensitive
guy. Clyde's response? Gut busting laughter. He didn't
even try to argue back; all he did was laugh in Jayce's
face saying "dude, you have lived a sheltered life, you
need to get out there more and get more exposed to
people." Of course Jayce didn't listen; he spent his
time either studying, or playing Grand Theft Auto IV or
Resident Evil 5 on his PS3.
While our boy Jayce was playing video games, Clyde of
course was getting laid. In other words, another
"typical day" in a college campus... lonely nerd is
alone at home playing video games, and Mr. Player is
getting laid. More pathetic still, Jayce thought of
Miranda every time a chic with dark hair would appear
in a crowd while playing GTAIV. "She looks just like
Miranda" he would sigh longingly, wishing he could be
cuddled next to her, enjoying a movie or something.
Sadly though, it was not gonna happen.
Jayce was now 19, and STILL a virgin and, even more
messed up, he had gotten plenty of offers. It may be a
bit tough to swallow, but there are lots of hot skanks
who are really into nerds. The type of skank who most
likes to prey on nerds in fact, is the goth chick. It's
like a law of nature; if there are nerds somewhere, you
can rest assured some ultra-hot goth chick who smells
of leather and some other strange odor will be on the
prowl for a nerd.
Goth girls, generally (at least a lot of them) tend to
be smoking hot. A bit on the pallid side, but HOT
nevertheless. Because they are really into that whole
"embrace the darkness" type of stuff, naturally, for
fun they will sometimes seek people whom to corrupt,
and naturally since nerds tend to be virgins, they make
ideal targets when a goth chick feels like "destroying
innocence." One of them, a raven haired beauty named
Karen, on occasion brazenly went up to him and grabbed
his crotch. As Clyde and the other fraternity brothers
looked on, they reacted in a typical frat boy manner;
"WHOOOOOO!!! GO JAYCE!!!"
Indeed, Clyde tried, in vain, to talk Jayce into
screwing Karen on many occasions, telling him "look,
Miranda is a lost cause, and she is just using you for
her own amusement; give it up!" And then pathetically
Jayce would retort "but you know I like her! How can I
sleep with another girl if I like Miranda?" Blah, blah,
blah, b.s., b.s., sometimes, Clyde wondered why he even
tried. In the end though, the fall semester of Jayce's
second year in college was over, and of course so was
Clyde's tenure; he was a 5 year senior, and that one
semester, he was only there for internship "work." He
knew he didn't really need it; being a frat boy, the
son of a powerful Chicago Law Baron, his position in
Harvard Law School was secure. He left Jayce to his
fate, thinking his good deed was done, and that was
that.
***
Miranda had it all planned perfectly; she thought of
the perfect way to humiliate Jayce. For elective
credit, they were both taking a drama class, and during
the second semester of Jayce's sophomore year, and
Miranda's final semester, they were going to conduct a
huge play. A comedy in which one of the protagonists
gets soaked in water for attempting to "violate the
virginity" of the female protagonist. The play, took
place in Italy, circa 1920, when killing a man in
defense of a woman's virginity, was perfectly
acceptable in a court of law. In Italy, in the 1920's,
if you were caught flirting with an unmarried young
woman, to protect her virginity, her father, mother, or
god mother, or whoever took care of her, could shoot
you like a dog and not serve time.
The reason for this harsh law, was because in Italy,
since the time of the Romans, rape has been very
common. During the early 20th century it reached such
epidemic proportions that parents of young women
reserved the right to kill any young man they did not
want near their daughter. Of course, the joke of the
play is, is that the character Jayce was playing was
such a pathetic wretch, such a total loser, that even
though he had managed to score with the female
protagonist, they felt such pity for him that they
merely threw him out of the house, and in one scene,
dropped a bucket of water on him from the terrace
window.
Miranda's plan, was that she was going to go into the
changing room for the male actors, and switch Jayce's
costume, with a costume that dissolved in water. That
way, when the bucket of water was dumped on him, his
clothes would dissolve. The idea actually made her
snicker a little bit; imagining his peanut sized
testicles, and pencil-thin nerd-dick exposed for the
full view of an audience that would be laughing
hysterically at him. For making him feel strong
feelings for him, she felt the need to "punish" him.
It doesn't make any sense, but that is how snobs think.
Going into the changing room of the male actors was not
going to be a problem; all she had to do was use her
charm, and the 45 year old security guard who dropped
out of school in the 8th grade would be like a little
kid in her hands. Sneaking in there didn't need brain
power, she just needed to use her pussy power.
As we all know, pussy power can be far more effective
than brain power in certain situations, and this was
one of them. The best part was, she didn't even need to
screw him, give him a blowjob, or pleasure of any kind;
she just needed to ACT like she was going to, and that
would have been enough. A sweet smile, a little
flirtatiousness; considering what a dumbfuck Myron was,
boy was that ever going to be easy.
One of Miranda's brainier friends, a blonde who acted
stupid as a "cover," but who in reality majored in
Chemistry, put the clothes together for her. Miranda's
friend Tiffany was a freakishly smart girl, who, it
just so happened, had been both "queen bee" and
"valedictorian" of her High School. In other words,
that rare type of girl that is every nerd and ugly fat
chick's worst nightmare. As a "cover," so no one would
suspect she was a star pupil, she acted like a total
airhead to be more accepted into the popular cliques of
girls.
In reality, as stated, she was freakishly smart. Of all
her friends, Miranda was the only one who caught on to
her act, and even though she wasn't anywhere nearly as
brainy as Tiffany, she had far more experience in
controlling and manipulating people. For all intents
and purposes, in that friendship, Miranda was the one
in control. As with all groups of girls, there is
always one that gives all the orders, the others just
shut up and listen without question. Naturally, Tiffany
was a dangerous "challenger" to Miranda's "throne," and
she had to be eliminated or, at least, brought under
control.
When it comes to manipulating people, you can do one of
two things with your rivals; you can make it a point to
ostracize them from your group (as girls often do), OR,
you can become best of friends with them. Miranda was
an expert at spotting rivals. In fact, no sooner had
she come in her freshman year of college, that she took
over the sorority.
The former defacto "queen bee" sister was having an
affair with the football coach, which Miranda filmed.
Naturally, true to form, she blackmailed and
manipulated her way to the top of the food chain in
that clique. Deep down, Miranda was actually a very
kind and sweet girl, however, poisoned as she was by
her friends in High School, and that whole "clique"
environment, she hurt and or destroyed a lot of people.
As stated previously, Jayce was fresh meat, and she was
a great white shark. Already, by his sophomore year of
college he was getting chewed up by her.
And yet, despite all the things she did, every time she
thought of Jayce, she felt a deep sense of shame. He
was always such a perfect gentleman, and treated her
better than all the creeps who had been her boyfriends,
and the previous 4 guys she slept with. That fact that
she had been "around the block," albeit with limited
experience, made her more deeply ashamed.
Instinctively she knew he was a virgin; the truth is,
girls can smell virgin guys from a mile away. He had
that aura of innocence around him, that aura that some
she-devil had not yet drained him, or hurt him to the
point where he would become a manipulative, lying
creep. Its one of the ironies of American culture; a
lot of guys who start out "nice," often end up becoming
"jerks" sooner or later. Often, it's the stupid ones
who don't make the transition...
Inexplicably, to her own mind, Miranda cried every
night. Basically, her clique-ish existence was not at
all compatible with who she actually was. She really
didn't enjoy hurting all the girls and hapless guys she
did, it was all largely out of habit than anything
else. Sometimes she had a good time but most of the
time, it was empty laughter, which would soon be
followed by regret. To hide the fact that she often
cried for hours every night, she often put on an
arrogant, even conceited exterior. The truth of the
matter was, she was a very lonely girl, and knowing how
many people she hurt, how many people she alienated
with her behavior, made her even lonelier.
She hated Jayce bitterly, and the reason was, she felt
she didn't deserve someone like him. She was no longer
even a virgin. Before it was not an issue, because,
after all, guys were creeps, and she never thought she
would meet someone worth falling for. However, when a
girl meets a guy she really is in love with, all of a
sudden her past sex partners catch up with her, and the
sense of regret begins. Miranda's sexual past was
pretty tame by sorority girl standards; I mean, hell, a
lot of girls have 4 partners by the end of their
sophomore year of HIGH SCHOOL, not by the end of
college.
She hated the sexual desire she felt for him, she hated
how kind and sweet he was, the intense feelings she
felt that she had never felt before, and she hated,
most of all, the fact that she was actually in love
with him. The pain was bad before, when she met Jayce,
it only got worse. All of a sudden, all wrongs she had
done, were laid bare. All of a sudden, all the wrong
she did, did not seem like so much fun anymore. And it
was all because of him. She had to humiliate him. She
had to punish him. He had to suffer, at all costs, he
had to.
***
The end of the year was drawing near, and with it, the
"big play." It wasn't even going to take place in an
indoors theater; it was an elaborate set up, where the
play would actually take place in an outdoors
amphitheater, like those used by the ancient Greeks.
Jayce was actually really exited; he was looking
forward to it, and discovered, he actually liked
acting, more than anything else. School was so easy, so
boring, but not acting. Acting, pushed his intellectual
limits. He did not realize just how much brain power
acting actually took, to do it well and convincingly
that is.
It required unbelievable focus and concentration at all
times, he had to be aware of the tone and pitch of his
voice, the lines he was reciting, AND the way he was
interacting with the other cast members. In other words
he had to multi-task inside his head while the play was
going on. He actually considered switching his major
from Psychology, to acting he loved it so much. And,
indeed, it showed; he did it so well, whenever he took
over a character, when you watched him, you saw the
character, not Jayce himself. Give him the role of the
vampire Lestat, and he was Lestat, and you saw and
experienced Lestat.
There was no "Jayce" in there during the acting; none
of his personality snuck through, he never lost focus,
and all in all, his performances were amazing. He also
had incredible memory; when the drama class did
"Hamlet," he memorized the main role within 15 minutes.
His father was so obsessed with Jayce doing well in
school, as a little kid, he drilled him and drilled him
with "speed reading" computer software, to the point
where he could read close to 1,000 words per minute.
Jayce's father was so obsessive, and trained him for
such long hours, Jayce's reading abilities did
eventually begin to border on superhuman.
In the end though, it served him very well; he needed
very little time to prepare for roles, and he could
memorize entire scripts with such ease and speed, that
all the extra time he had, he spent rehearsing in front
of a digital camera. For Miranda of course, it was a
huge turn on; she secretly liked guys with brains. That
of course annoyed the hell out of her, and that little
fact made Jayce, yet, even MORE annoying.
Still, Jayce was exited, because he was going to give
the performance of his life, just for Miranda. When he
recited his lines, whenever he practiced, all he could
think about was her. That poor devil did not know what
awaited him, and naively thought to himself "I need to
give a good performance; in a play, it's important all
actors do their job well, because bad acting can be an
embarrassment to all, even if it's on the part of only
one person." Jayce was just obsessed with the idea of
acting so well that he would win the drama prize from
the University. Miranda, was constantly pinning, having
misgivings and second thoughts about what she was about
to do. But then she remembered what a total loser he
was, and had to punish him.
***
The big day finally came, and where Jayce was elated,
Miranda was tense as hell, worried her plan would fail.
In fact, she was a bit fidgety. Really fidgety. Ever
the naïve sweetheart, Jayce reassured her, told her not
to worry, that she would do fine, etc, etc, etc.
Miranda just smiled a quick, insincere that hid anger
and tension behind it. The pressure of being on stage,
the nerve racking feeling of having thousands of eyes
on her for the duration of that stupid thing. The
feeling that some pervert in the audience was going to
eye her head to foot. That several perverts were going
to eye her head to foot.
The overpowering nerve racking feeling, that some of
those perverts would picture her naked. The
unbelievable fear, the nervousness, that some of those
perverts would fantasize about having sex with her! God
the pervs! The tremendous, unimaginable, sickening
feeling at the pit of her stomach, that people would
HATE her performance. The sheer TERROR, that someone in
the audience was going to embarrass her. That she would
look stupid acting next to Jayce, that he acted so
well, that people would suspect they had a relationship
for real, which she did not want! The OVERPOWERING
stage fright! Nevertheless, she had to go out there;
she did not get that elective credit, she was not going
to graduate.
The show began, and the scene rolled along. By the end
of it, the audience was laughing hysterically, both at
the cleverly used humor, the implied political
references, and most of all Jayce and Miranda's
hilarious performance. The characters in the play,
mirrored their real life selves, as fate would have it,
so naturally each was perfect in the role. There were
instances even, in which Miranda WAS NOT acting; when
her character insulted Jayce's character, Miranda made
it a point to do it for real, just to blow some steam
at Jayce. Not realizing this, the Drama professor was
just elated, and even giggled like a school girl from
the excitement, from watching her, ah, "act."
By the end of the first scene, the audience was
laughing raucously; they had been laughing so hard,
many were hoarse, some were even coughing. When the
curtains fell there was a standing ovation, and even
the fraternity brothers, some of which were Clyde's
buddies and defacto "protégés" were screaming and
hollering. Not to mock the play, but because of the
fact that they genuinely liked it. The gay drama
professor was elated, so much so that he actually gave
Miranda and Jayce, both, a peck on the cheek.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH the two of you were just faaaaabulous!
And you Miranda, you just look aaaabsoluuuutely
ADORABLE in that get up! For real life clothing options
you should really consider using that color more often,
it SO flatters you! And you Jayce, great job! I expect
nothing less from you! Take 5; it is well earned, both
of you! I don't need to see the end of the play; I have
already put the grades into my computer, and you both
get A's!"
Jayce was relieved the scene was over, and seeing an
opportunity to get away from him, Miranda stormed off
to the girls' changing room. She felt inexplicable
fury, on a level she had never quite felt. She was
angrier at Jayce than she had ever been; even though,
for all practical purpose, her time at school was over,
she still thought about her rep obsessively, about her
image. Graduation was only a week away, and that whole
play was a sort of "present" for them.
"Fucking bullshit," she thought to herself "what do I
care about this! I just want my fucking grade so that I
can get the fuck out of here and get the fuck away from
that fucking loser!"
The tension had made her gassy, so, she let out a power
bomb which could be heard audibly outside. One of the
actors, a fraternity guy, said to everyone; "Never mind
brother Steve; whatever chick released that honker, is
the new bomb master! All hail, the new bomb master!"
Oh, yes; the title "bomb master" was an honorific, ah,
"prize" given at Clyde's frat house for whoever could
fart the loudest. Apparently Miranda's stink bomb beat
them all. One of Miranda's girlfriends, who was
dropping by to give her moral support, walked into the
changing room saying; "You're the new 'bomb master'"
she said matter-of-factly
"And what the fuck exactly is that?" Miranda asked, not
angrily, but very annoyed and flustered.
"Oh" her friend said coyly "you farted with such force
everyone outside heard it. Some of the members in the
audience even though there had been an accident back
stage."
All Miranda could do was blush; like a, uh, "typical
hot girl," Miranda was not normally gassy. It was only
in situations when she was really, really nervous.
Indeed, she had been holding it in for the duration of
the first scene, and was constantly praying she would
not release it with 5,000 eyes on her. On top of that,
she had that stupid loser to deal with!
"Don't worry girlfriend, I got you covered" her friend
said, handing her an anti-gas pill, which Miranda
swallowed without water.
"Thank you you're a saint! Now, get out of my way! The
next scene will start soon!" As Miranda shoved her
friend out of the way, and she was clear of the room,
all her friend could do was shake her head and say
"you're welcome..."
***
It was now the moment of truth; the final scene had
come up, and the moments of comedy were over. The
audience sat transfixed as to what would happen next;
was Giuseppe Delpino going to win the love of his life
Beatrice, and successfully steal her away from her
parents, OR, was he going to be pumped full of lead by
her angry and ever-watchful bulldog type nanny? At this
point, the audience was genuinely siding with the hero
of the story, thinking Beatrice was a bitch.
So, it was obvious the female lead loved him, they had
even made love (as it was alluded to in one of the
scenes), and, she had not revealed the fact that she
was no longer a virgin to her parents. Meaning, she
clearly had feelings for him, because if she didn't, at
her whim, she could have him dead. Nevertheless, just
like Miranda toyed around with Jayce, so too did
Beatrice toy around with poor Giuseppe. As the last
part of the scene began, Jayce began reciting his own
poetry, reciting it, so that it sounded like it was
part of the play, but in reality, declaring his love
for Miranda, who his poem called "Beatrice" of course.
When the nerdy girl, who was the director, saw this,
she immediately tried to charge out on the stage to
yell "cut! Cut! Stop the play!" because, clearly, that
was not in the script! Nevertheless the Drama professor
watched in fascination, thinking to himself; "He's only
been here a year, and already he's acting so well he
can improvise without a script. Amazing."
When he regained himself from having been lost in
thought, finally he said "no, let him continue; let the
play end like this."
Poor Jayce; little did he know his romantic moment was
about to be ruined. He had planned for it, dreamed
about it, fantasized about how Miranda, would
appreciate it, etc. Indeed, it DID have the desired
effect, but, see, Miranda knew full well, that poetry
was not part of the script, and intuitively, she knew,
the poem was directed at her, not her character
Beatrice. Her heart began pounding furiously, and she
became more furious than ever.
Between the tension, and the fact that stupid anti-gas
pill had given her a hellish stomach ache, on top of
all that, with every word Jayce uttered, he was making
her heart pound like crazy. In a moment of fury, before
the planned time even, out of angry resentment for
making her feel what she felt, she unloaded the bucket
of water on him. No sooner did the water wash over
Jayce, that his clothes were dissolved, and he was
standing there, stark naked, in front of 5,000 people.
Every actor or actresses worst nightmare, and it was
all because of Miranda. Deep down he realized why his
clothes had dissolved, and as his nerdy, intelligent
brain put it together, it was all finally starting to
fall into place. In fact, the horrid realization of it
all, was far worse than the humiliation.
All the women in the audience gasped audibly; his nuts
were the size of tennis balls, and he was hung like a
horse! Miranda was also thrown for a curve ball, and
her jaw dropped to the floor; her prank partly
backfired. The men of the audience though, were
laughing hysterically, thinking it was all part of the
show.
Clyde's fraternity brothers knew better though, and one
of them, who happened to have the latest version of the
I-Phone that came with a digital camera, filmed the
whole thing; Jayce standing there naked, staring
blankly with shock, in disbelief at what had happened,
while the audience laughed hysterically at him. Now, of
course the audience meant no malice; everyone thought
it was part of the play. Of course, poor Jayce felt
different.
The drama professor immediately ordered that the
curtain be dropped, and asked the director to cue the
band for the "closing theme," the play ended 45 minutes
early. Immediately, the ever-resourceful director
sprinted towards jayce with one of the extra costumes,
one which had a really large cape, and of course no
sooner had he gotten the clothes that he got dressed.
The professor was furious, and threatened to fail
everyone, if the person responsible did not confess.
Wanting revenge for a stunt Miranda had pulled against
her, the friend who had given her the anti gas pill,
immediately ratted on her. She knew Miranda would never
confess, even with the threat of everyone in a class
being flunked. Also, she had been waiting a long time,
for the perfect opportunity, and this was it. Miranda
gave her a glare that could have perforated through
steel walls; it had a lot of venom in it. All the
friend did was smile and say, very coyly, very
satisfied with herself; "Ciao!"
Miranda would not get her back; that same night her
bags were packed, and she drove off to god-knows-where.
She was already done with school, and as everyone
knows, it ends early for seniors. Miranda's ego, more
than her heart, was bruised; she had been one-upped by
a girl she deemed as an airhead, little more than a
cronie to be used, but not a real friend. She
underestimated her, but would not repeat that mistake
in the future, when she entered the corporate world.
More than feeling the pain of losing a friend, Miranda
felt embarrassed over being one-upped. Yeah, she was
that big of an egotistical bitch....
All Jayce could do was stand there, with a deep frown,
in deep silence, his head hung low. He understood
everyone in the audience did not laugh out of malice,
and truth be told, he saw being naked as, well, just
"another costume." He had improvised with his poetry,
so, he thought, why not improvise with the scene? See
though, that was not the point; the point was, that
Clyde was right, all his warnings were right, and he
didn't listen.
He didn't listen, and he paid for it, and that made him
feel like crap, more than anything else. He felt sick
with heartbreak and disappointment, all hopes of ever
pursuing a relationship with Miranda dashed, crushed,
utterly destroyed. Having suffered such a humiliation,
such an embarrassment, not so much over being naked in
front of 5,000 people, but how he should have seen it
coming, was just too much to take. The professor felt
sorry for him, and told him to go home, to not worry
about his grade, that he didn't need to be there.
No sooner had Jayce left, that Miranda got an ass-
chewing, but, ever so arrogant, all she did was stand
there with a straight face, obviously thinking; "God
how boring, is he finished yet?"
Having been hurt by her in the past, and having a crush
on Jayce, the nerd director chick just couldn't take it
anymore and fired off a ferocious left hook which
knocked Miranda on her ass, and a few seconds later,
unconscious. Now, the professor would have given her an
"F" grade, but being knocked out by the director of the
play, I guess, earned Miranda "pitty points" and she
got away with a "D-" grade. What a burn.
***
When Jayce got home to his apartment, he took a shower
to wash off some of the chemicals from the dissolved
clothes, and all he could do for long hours, was stare
at the ceiling. Finally, he just let it all out and
buried his face on the pillow. A truly pathetic display
of pussyness in its worst form. It was a good thing he
was alone too because, had any other guys been in the
room, they would have quietly sneaked out. When he was
done crying, he went to his computer and checked his e-
mail. He got a message from Clyde. All it said was; "I
told you so."
With physical strength he didn't know he had, he picked
up the monitor, ripping off the cables from the
computer, and tossed it across the room, shattering it.
He quietly went to bed, and let himself fall asleep; it
had been a long day, and the next one was going to be
even longer.
***
The humiliation was not yet finished; everywhere he
went, he could hear the girls whispering "hey, its 'big
boy,'" almost taunted by the new nickname the girls
gave him upon seeing his exposed genitalia. Amazingly
enough though girls who would not even give him a
second look before, were all of a sudden nice to him.
Some, because they felt sorry for him at the horrible
humiliation, and others, because they wanted to know
what it would feel like to have a huge cock in them.
Other guys at the school, felt a mixture of envy, with
a need to mock him. He could not walk by the fraternity
houses or by frat brothers without them saying "hey!
What up horse man!" Long story short, Jayce was
experiencing, first hand, the "bad luck of the Jewish
male." That curse all Jewish guys seem to have, in how
their lives are set up, seemingly, so God can laugh at
them. Such was the case with poor Jayce.
The whole entire school new about it, and he was now
famous. The fact that some of the female professors
(some of which who were married) flirted with him
didn't help matters any. Jayce had no idea, no clue at
all, just how full of shallow women the world actually
was. Which depressed and embittered him greatly.
Thinking though, he could tough it out, he stayed, and
even took summer courses.
That same summer, he had to go replace his computer
equipment at a popular computer store off campus. There
he ran into Miranda who, very apologetically said
"Hey..."
By now, her conscience had kicked in, but, what else
could she say to him? She spoke to him as if the even
had not happened, but, the fact that when a few girls
who worked at the store noticed him started snickering,
didn't help matters any. Miranda was flustered, and
even though with her eyes she said "look, I'm sorry!"
she didn't say it. Her arrogant pride wouldn't let her
say it.
She continued trying to make conversation as if though
everything was okay, and Jayce just stood there,
looking at monitors, ignoring her. Some of the guys who
were working there, victims of "Mirandas" themselves,
knew exactly what was going on. At some point in their
lives, every nerdy guy meets a "Miranda;" the hottie
who falls for them, but won't admit it, who sometimes
will have sex with them, but keep it secret, concerned
for their "image," their "rep." As Jayce stood there,
coldly ignoring her, all the male staff could do was
watch in silence, interested, but at the same time
making it a point not to get involved. In other words
they were eavesdropping. Miranda, acting like nothing
had happened, but obviously very nervous, knowing full
well she deserved to be treated the way she was, Jayce,
stone cold. Finally though, she dropped a bomb on him;
"How about a date?"
Jayce went apeshit with rage. She had spent, the whole
of two fucking school years toying with him, dragging
him around, and all of a sudden just because she
decides to grow a conscience, the arrogant bitch
expected him to just forget and act like everything was
fine. In front of everyone in the store, he called her
a "fucking whore," and just ripped into her in the most
vicious manner possible. Even the guys thought he was
going overboard, when finally, he told her he didn't
even want to see her again, or even breathe the same
air as her, and stormed out.
Miranda stood there, having suffered the worst
humiliation of her life. He let herself get yelled at
by a guy she still thought of as a loser, and was
extremely pissed he would spit in the face of her
"generosity." She couldn't well pull another stunt like
the whole "dissolve-costume-with-water" thing so, she
thought of something else.
She realized, from all his talk about "waiting for the
right girl," the worst thing she could do to him, was
have sex with him. And since he now hated her, it would
be against his will. Even though he was nerdy and
skinny, he was still a guy, and much stronger
physically than she was. He was going to need some
extra help; in the form of a tazer, and some of her
girfriends. The first person she dialed up of course,
was Tiffany.
***
When Tiffany heard of the plan, she was not at all
comfortable with it. She was really into feminist
literature, and had read Susan Brownmiller's book
"Against Our Will; Men, Women and Rape" cover to cover,
literally, over a dozen times. She felt extremely
confused; from all the feminist jargon she was fed, she
thought women were incapable of such thoughts. Thoughts
of actually forcing themselves on a man. But then she
remembered, that "rape is about power and control, not
sex" for many rapists. Miranda's ego had taken a
beating, and she wanted revenge. It was as simple as
that. Not only that but there was an element of sexual
desire involved in it too, and even though she knew
better than to tell Miranda about it, Tiffany knew what
it was really about.
What Miranda wanted, so that her egotistical pride
could sleep at night, was to be the sole arbiter, the
one in control, the one in power. Miranda was not a bad
person, but, she was so used to being "queen bee" that
being a bossy bitch all the time had short-circuited
her ability to form healthy, close relationships with
other people. Her friends existed, as her cronies, her
posse, but, they were not real friends, they were not
people she spoke to, people she shared feelings with,
none of that. The only person Miranda could call a
"friend" in fact, was Tiffany who, actually felt sorry
for her.
Tiffany had long outgrown the need to boss around and
dominate others. She hung out with cliques, to avoid
being harassed by them, but not to be "cool" or
"popular." In High School, Tiffany had a traumatizing
experience; a friend she had known since grade school,
did not bloom into a great beauty, so, as a result, she
could not be friends with her anymore. She was the
"queen," and she was just an ugly, fat "loser" she
wanted nothing to do with.
She was an "embarrassment." Time passed, and her fat
friend's parents got a divorce. She was so grief
stricken, she committed suicide. Naturally, Tiffany
blamed herself, and the experience was so traumatic,
the guilt so terrible, she decided she would never try
to be queen bee again, and would only be an "insider."
In other words, she was that one girl from a popular
sorority clique who is "nice" to all the "loser"
chicks. Even then, it was not a good life.
Tiffany stayed around Miranda, more than anything,
because she needed a friend. The truth was that she was
Miranda's doormat, and her "mother confessor," the
shoulder she often cried on. Always the same
dysfunctional pattern; Miranda would pull one of her
stunts, would take it out on Tiffany, but then she
would cry on her shoulder, talk about how terribly
lonely she was, how her life sucked, how no one
understood her... and so on, and so on, and so forth.
Psychologically speaking, she thought many times, to
end that friendship, but, when she cried Miranda was
such a pathetic sight, she didn't have the heart to.
Obviously, this was a girl in a great pain, but, who
also caused a lot of pain. This was a girl, who deep
down, was actually a very kind person, but, her
arrogance hid a deep seated insecurity, almost feeling,
like she was forced to live that life.
That is, Miranda was cruel, only because she felt she
had to be, but, deep down she did not want to be that
way. More out of habit, than genuine desire to cause
harm, did she harm other people, but in doing so, she
ended up alienating a guy she actually fell in love
with. She saw she was in great misery, and as always,
Tiffany would lend her brain.
The two started plotting, a few phone numbers were
dialed, an initiates, incoming Freshman girls wanting
to get into Miranda's sorority, were called up. Tiffany
picked the 5 prettiest girls, a lame brain attempt to
make herself feel better for what they were about to do
to Jayce. Miranda had them all undress, and inspected
them. They all met her approval, and said that if they
wanted to get into the sorority, they would have to
have sex with a total geek.
The girls, all "queen bee" or "popular crowd" stock at
their respective High Schools, cringed at the idea,
but, when there is a selfish interest involved, you'd
be shocked what type of man a woman will fuck. They
wanted in, and were desperate to get in, so, as an
initiation rite, they were more than eager to have sex
with this nerd.
Since her dad had been in the Marines as an officer, an
Annapolis grad, Tiffany had no problems obtaining a
tazer. If anything her father welcomed the idea, as he
felt it would make her daughter feel safer. A little
known fact, is that tazers, the ones that shoot out
darts, have better stopping power than guns. No matter
what part of the body the darts land on, they are
almost guaranteed to stop someone in their tracks.
With a gun, you hit someone in the thigh, someplace not
vital, and the adrenaline surge can still make it so
they charge at you. With 10,000 volts coursing through
your nervous system though within only a split second,
I don't care if you are freaking Myke Tyson from 1986,
the voltage will bring you down, even if you are
foaming at the mouth with adrenaline rage. It was
guaranteed, Jayce would be rendered unconscious. The 5
girls were needed, not just to have sex with him, but
also, to carry him. All that was left was figuring out
his pattern, so, one of the girls was sent to spy on
him.
***
Figuring Jayce out was not an issue at all; you could
set your watch by him. Virtually every day, the same
thing; class, part time job, study time, video games,
bed. On the weekends, he was equally predictable; pizza
parlor for brunch, movie theater while pizza digests,
movie rental store, video games, bed. In other words he
was the "typical" college kid staying over the summer
at his given school. The best opportunity, would be
during a Friday night.
The girls set up their plan of attack, and naturally,
since the campus was pretty much deserted, and security
was minimal, no worries about witnesses. Tiffany had
decided on the "honey trap" as they call it. As Jayce
was going home to his on-campus apartment from work,
one of the girls, in the most feigned innocent "I'm-so-
helpless" manner possible, asked Jayce if he could
guide her around the campus, that she was new there,
and felt lost.
Still the gentleman, he gave her a basic run-down on
the best places where maps could be found, and even
offered a program from his I-phone which had a
satellite map of the campus so she would not get lost.
No sooner had he pulled out his I-phone that he was
shocked with 10,000 volts.
Miranda, Tiffany, and the other 5 girls were hiding
nearby, and as soon as he dropped to the ground, the
sprung out, wrapped him up, and loaded him into
Tiffany's car, a restored '56 Chevy; old design on the
outside, state of the art equipment and power steering
on the inside. The car screetched off to Miranda's
place, and very soon, in a way he did not want, Jayce's
virginal status was about to come to an end very
abruptly.
***
When he woke up from the tazer shock, Jayce had a
pounding headache. He was tied to an armless recliner
chair, that was actually very comfortable. As he
started coming to though, he noticed his pants and
boxers had been removed, and that he was naked from the
waist down. What the hell was going on, and who the
hell was doing this to him? Naturally he assumed the
worst, and that some frat boy punk bored with the
summer routine had planned the worst.
But then, Miranda walked in, along with the other
girls. Jayce noticed they were all wearing loose summer
dresses, which he thought was odd; normally "that type"
of girl (e.g. sorority sluts) wore tight pants. They
rarely wore dresses. They were all lose, very
revealing, and if it wasn't for the migraine, normally
the sight of it would have given Jayce a hard on.
None of them were wearing shoes or sandals either; they
were all barefoot, with their toe-nails, actually well-
done and painted. It seemed they actually primped
themselves a little for this occasion. Be that as it
may have been, after a long nervous silence, finally,
Jayce said, sternly; "Miranda, let me go; this isn't
funny. You have already had your fun humiliating me, I
want no more part of your warped games."
Miranda didn't respond, all she did was nod to the
other girls to leave, so she could be left alone with
Jayce.
"I know how much you value being a virgin Jayce. You
take that whole 'I'm waiting for someone I love'
bullshit very seriously. Yeah well, tonight, whether
you want to or not, you are going to get your first
taste of pussy. You should feel privileged; its not
every day a total loser like you has this kind of
luck..."
Jayce cut her off
"Miranda, this is not fucking funny! LET ME GO!"
By now Jayce hated her rotten guts, and truth be told,
the idea of losing his virginity to a bitch like her
made him cringe. Yes girls, personality actually DOES
matter. There are guys out there, who will not have sex
with a chick, no matter how hot she is, if she's a
total bitch. Our boy Jayce is one of them.
"Seriously, let me go! If you don't, I swear I'll call
the cops when this is over!"
Miranda started laughing hysterically.
"Jayce, all I have to do is cry a few tears, act all
vulnerable, and that would be enough to bullshit my way
out of an interrogation. Men are all retarded; you show
them how 'vulnerable' and 'helpless' you are, and
before you know it they go out of their way to protect
you. Oh no Jayce, rest assured, I will get away with
this, and just accept the fact that there is nothing
you can do about it. Oh and, by the way, you better
make me cum; if you don't, I will place this contact
tazer on your balls, and fire it up. You'll never have
kids."
Miranda wasn't really going to do it of course, but
Jayce turned pale; a lot of his naïvete was destroyed
the night of the play, and he took her threat very
seriously. A few seconds later, Miranda yelled for
Tiffany and the girls. Tiffany, was brandishing a
syringe; it was a concoction she cooked up herself at
the chemistry lab, which Tiffany called "Priapus X."
Named after the mythical Greek fertility god, and of
course a reference to priapism.
The chemical Tiffany began injecting into Jayce, would
see to it he would remain hard for 5 hours straight,
and it also had protein enzyme in it, that would make
him into a geyser of cum, all for the girl's pleasure.
Tiffany and the girls were careful, and took birth
control pills that worked within minutes of being
swallowed, pills which Tiffany herself had created.
Hey, the girl was really smart; what can I say. Problem
was, the pills ressembled mentos; not only did she want
effective birth control, she also wanted it to taste
like candy. Thus, instead of taking one of Tiffany's
birth control pills, Miranda ended up chewing a Mentos,
and she had ovulated just a day earlier; there was an
ovum floating around in one of her fallopian tubes.
Yet, another prank that was about to back-fire...
Whatever the case, Miranda called out saying; "Alright
girls, let it begin."
With that, almost in unison, Jayce saw with incredulous
eyes, 7 ultra-hot girls pull down their panties. Now,
by all appearances it seemed like he was going to live
out every guy's most primordial wet dream. However,
what he felt instead, was dread. Tiffany he had met
before, and Miranda he knew. In a moment of intimate
conversation, although reluctantly, Miranda revealed to
Jayce she had only been with 4 guys, and that Tiffany
had actually only been with 1.
The other girls though, he knew nothing about, and
given the stereotype he had in his head of sorority
girls, god only knew how many guys Miranda and Tiffany
had had since they last spoke. Long story short, not
one of them was brandishing a condom, so he assumed the
worst; they wanted to take his virginity, and infect
him with an STD! Why else would girls want to rape a
guy if not to infect him with an STD? Now, Jayce had
heard many College culture urban legends, among them
are stories of Sorority girls raping guys for fun, for
the power trip.
Turns out, there was some truth to the stories; Jayce
was actually living out the nightmare. I say nightmare,
because part of the urban legend regarding sorority
girl rapists, is that in the stories they are always
infected with an STD, sometimes even, HIV. It was
actually really going to happen, and Miranda was the
ringleader.
Miranda was not a genius girl like Tiffany, but, she
was no fool; she immediately knew that fear would creep
into Jayce's head (as she was familiar with the urban
legends), so she was deliberately silent on the fact.
The fact that is, regarding the health of each of the
girls. The 5 freshman girls, all of which were 17, were
actually quite taken with Jayce; they thought he was
very cute, with his innocent looking large eyes, and
were pleased to find out he was, well, "blessed" down
there. The girls who just a week earlier had cringed at
the idea having sex with a total geek, were now
actually looking forward to it, and the four of them
were smiling perversely as they eyed his organ,
wondering how it would feel inside of them.
One of the girls actually stepped out, eager to be
Jayce's first; they all knew he was still a virgin.
Miranda stopped her saying "ah, ah, ah, ah! No! No! I
get to go first. You girls are still a little green
from High School, inexperienced. There is a lot more to
sex than just 'pet, mount and hump.' Let me show you
how to get a guy warmed up. Just sit back, watch, and
relax; you'll have your turn..."
With that, Miranda kneeled down, lowered her head on
Jayce's dick, and began sucking. With saucer wide eyes
he watched Miranda begin her blow job. She twirled her
tongue around it mercilessly in her mouth, amazingly
sucking in the still soft member into it. As it began
to inflate from her ministrations, she began licking
the hole at the tip, which drove Jayce crazy. The
sensation made his head tilt back, all the while, the
freshman girls were watching in rapt fascination at the
blow-job lesson Miranda was giving. The scent of
Jayce's balls were getting to Miranda, and
unconsciously, she began stroking herself. Her pussy
felt engorged as hell, and her clit had jack-knifed out
of her labia. She could feel the hood, and the love
button at the tip of it as she masturbated herself
while blowing Jayce.
Miranda sucked audibly as the other girls watched as if
it were actually a genuine college course. Well, for
anyone who has been to college, it sort of was...
Whatever the case, Miranda couldn't take it anymore,
and she had to take those large nuts into her mouth.
She began licking them, sucking on them, very lustily.
As she sucked one of his nuts into her mouth, she
twirled her tongue around, to Jayce's great delight.
The licking his nuts were receiving felt even better
than the attention his now furiously hard dick had
gotten. Fluid was heard audibly drip onto the carpet;
it was Miranda's pussy. She was literally dripping wet
from arousal.
Using every ounce of her willpower, she pulled herself
away from Jayce's balls. Their scent had made her
sopping wet, and unlike previous boyfriends, Jayce's
actually smelled good, and she couldn't get enough of
them. This time around she actually enjoyed ministering
and pleasuring a guy. Not being able to take it anymore
though, she mounted him, sitting on his thighs, her
pussy just under his nuts.
Miranda stared long and hard at Jayce, in disbelief at
what she was about to do. The other 4 guys she had been
with, were beautiful; manly good looks, incredible
muscles, top athletes, washboard abs, the works. Jayce
was cute, but he was not a guy a girl would call "hot."
She raised herself up a little, grabbed Jayce's dick,
and positioned the tip at the entrance to her vagina.
Neither Jayce nor the girls could see anything, as the
dress was covering it all. Nevertheless, Miranda wasn't
wearing any panties.
She rubbed Jayce's fireman's cap across her slit,
masturbating herself with it, lubricating it. Jayce was
the biggest guy she was going to have, so the tip
needed to be wet in order to take in his 9.5 inch mast.
Although no one could see it happen, everyone in the
room heard it; Miranda lowered herself on Jayce, and
his rock-hard missile sank all the way to the bottom of
her pussy. He didn't see it, but he felt it. He was no
longer a virgin.
Jayce let out an audible groan; Miranda and the girls
were a bit shocked by it. They had all been with guys
before, and knew that every guy groaned the moment they
felt themselves sink into a pussy. However, there was
something strange and unsettling about the way Jayce
did it. His groan, was a mixture of shock, ecstasy, and
fear. That unique groan every guy makes the moment his
penis enters a vagina for the first time, that groan,
no actor can imitate. That undeniable sound that lets
you know your innocence is lost, that every virgin guy
makes the first time.
The mixture of shock and ecstasy Miranda heard, made
her feel horrible guilt. The moment she joined with
him, she could not shake the feeling she had done
something terrible. Guilt though, was soon replaced
with unspeakable pleasure. The feeling was the most
exquisite she had ever felt; it was somewhere between
the sensation of having a penis in her, and an orgasm,
it was a pleasant, sweet feeling. In ancient erotic
manuals, some women prostitutes have said, that the
moment of deflowering a young man, is extremely
exquisite.
It's the same if a man deflowers a woman; the pleasure,
can not be described. Its an orgasm, but not an orgasm;
it's a sweet, sweet feeling, mixed with guilt. That is
what Miranda felt. Also, she knew beyond all shadow of
a doubt, she had been his first. Hers was the first
cunt his dick had entered, and it made her feel
powerful. Really powerful; it was a high she had never
felt before, and immediately, she understood why
sometimes older women will prey on teenagers. It would
be easy to get addicted to this feeling.
She began a slow, steady, and gentle tempo. The slimy
friction between the two could be heard beneath
Miranda's skirt, beneath her dress, as she rode him.
Jayce's head was swimming; Miranda's pussy was not
warm. It was hot. Red hot, to the point that it
bordered on discomfort.
He knew from reading medical texts that the vagina was
warm, but no amount of reading was going to prepare him
for this feeling. It felt much hotter than he had
anticipated it would feel like, so hot it almost felt
"cold." Its similar to that shocking "cold" feeling you
get when you splash ultra hot water on your hands. That
is how hot Miranda's pussy was, and unbelievably wet.
Jayce could hear his dick slide in and out of her and,
instead of grossing everyone out in the room, the
slimy, wet sounds were actually turning everyone on.
All the girls, Tiffany included, began masturbating as
they watched. Grabbing their breasts, stroking their
crotches.
They did it, almost unconsciously, not even bothering
to reach under their skirts; they masturbated right
over the fabric, and very soon, dark spots could be
seen on the dresses. Jayce's head, was still swimming,
and his eyes were glazed with the sweetest ecstasy he
had ever felt in his life. It wasn't just the shock,
but, the fact that he couldn't believe it was actually
happening. More shocking than the heat, also, was the
"other wordly" aspect of it, that he did not expect.
Denial, mixed with shock, mixed with sweet ecstasy; it
was all too much to take in at once.
The heat from Miranda's pussy, was really, really
making Jayce's head swim. It was swimming with a
pleasure and ecstasy he never knew was possible. But,
he also felt something else, he did not expect; he
could actually "feel" Miranda. He felt himself get
fused with her, almost, sucked into her very being. He
had been taught in Hebrew school about a man "knowing"
his wife, and remembered that line from Genesis; "and
Adam knew his wife Eve..."
Boy, it was not kidding about the "knowing" part; when
man and woman are joined, a man really does "know" a
woman when he is in her. Jayce felt from Miranda,
warmth, kindness, and did not want the feeling to end.
He felt, both the warmth of her cunt, and, what kind of
person she was. He could feel, all her joys, all her
sorrow, who she was, who she really was, when he was
inside her, it was more than just a penis inside a
vagina; he was actually with her whole person. Truly,
no amount of reading could have prepared him for this
fact about sex; how, you can literally "feel" the girl
you're with. The intense spiritual connection, the
sense of being "sucked in," plus the warmth of her
pussy, was all deeply shocking.
She collapsed on him, but caught herself and held on to
his shoulders. She bent down and kissed him on the
lips, almost on a reflex, and a few seconds later,
Jayce felt Miranda's pussy begin to milk him. Miranda
stopped kissing him, buried her face in his neck, mouth
gaping open, and an eerie silence filled the room.
Miranda's cunt milked and milked, pitilessly, as the
slimy friction continued. Miranda felt Jayce's cockhead
begin to inflate, tell-tale sign that he was about to
come, and amidst the orgasm, slid down to the hilt as
Jayce, no running on sheer instinct, thrusted upward.
Letting out another groan, Jayce came. The heat was too
much. The milking was too much, the hot wetness, all,
way too much, and he finally came.
Miranda felt warm jets of fluid pelting her insides;
she had never had condomless sex before so, in a way,
this was a "first time" of sorts for her as well. The
feeling was delicious, and it triggered another orgasm.
This time, Jayce felt Miranda's pussy clamp down
painfully on him, and he began to come with even more
fury. Miranda felt the jets pelt her with even more
force, and finally, spent, she collapsed, breathing
heavily. A few seconds later, collecting herself, she
raised her head up, and looked at Jayce.
She had a very confused look in her eyes, almost
wondering what she was doing there, with his still-hard
dick in her. He could see her nipples stick out from
under her dress; she was still sweating, still panting,
still, visibly, very aroused. Nevertheless, she climbed
off him; an audible, slimy, "suction" noise was heard
as Jayce's dick slid out of Miranda's pussy. Still
reeling from the massive climax she just had, she
stumbled a little as she headed out of the room.
"Okay girls" Miranda said panting "you can have him,
but after my friend Tiffany."
Tiffany, who was sort of the "conscience" of the group,
had now thrown all ethics out the door. She was way too
hot from the erotic sight of two people who loved one
another finally join, and truth be told, she always
felt attracted to Jayce herself. She walked over to
Jayce, who was staring blankly into space, still in
denial over what had just happened.
"I will untie you, but you have to promise you will not
run away" Tiffany said. Jayce nodded; he figured, if
Miranda was infected with something, and all the girls
were infected, that the damage was already done so, he
may as well, ah..."relax and enjoy it." Tiffany spoke
tenderly to him though, almost apologetically. In a
very gentle voice she asked him;
"Do you want to look at me?"
Jayce looked puzzled, not realizing what she meant.
"Do you want to look at me?" She insisted, finally, to
get to the point of what she had in mind, he nodded.
With that, Tiffany took off her summer dress as if it
were a shirt, and was now standing in front of Jayce,
stark naked. Before him was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde
whose body was shaped by 2 hours daily gym work. The
other girls were jealous, anxious to for their turn.
She pulled his head close, and kissed him on the lips,
almost consoling him for the way Miranda forced himself
on him. Of course, Jayce needed no consolation, because
now, feeling on top of the world and like he had a
"harem" at his disposal, took full advantage. The two
collapsed on the ground, and realizing she was already
wet, he skipped the foreplay, positioned his cockhead
at the entrance to her vagina right on her vulva, and
began sliding into her. Her engorged lips parted, and
he slid inside. He was huge, and felt herself get
stretched. But, also, it felt really good.
The guy she had lost her virginity to, had used her; he
was a malicious fuck who only took her virginity on a
bet. When fraternity brothers found out Tiffany was a
virgin, one of them made a bet that he could take her
cherry within a month. The feeling of having such a
black hearted fuck in her was nasty as hell, and on top
of that, when she heard of the way she was used, she
cried for hours in the shower. With Jayce though, with
this... this... total nerd, it actually felt nice.
Really nice.
He was a very good person, far kinder than she had
imagined, and as he slid in and out of her, in an ever
so gentle tempo, she could feel it. Wanting him to go
deeper, wanting the sweet sensation of having a kind
person in her to go even deeper into her person, she
pulled up her knees to let him sink deeper still. He
thrust, and thrust, in the most unbelievably tender and
gentle way imaginable. The guy who took her virginity
rutted into her like a jackhammer, and was a total
barbarian. This was the complete opposite; he wasn't
"using" her. He was actually... loving her. As she felt
the pleasure, she felt her heart break, and tears of
gratitude began rolling. Before she knew it, she began
to explode.
Once again, Jayce felt a pussy begin to clamp down
possessively on him. And even though it was not quite
as good as with Miranda, Tiffany had a delicious pussy,
and he could feel that she was also, a very kind
person. Finally, once again unable to hold out, he came
in her, and jet, after warm jet, pleasantly relaxed
Tiffany as her cunt continued to milk her lover.
Finally spent, he collapsed on her, breathing heavily.
A few second later, Tiffany broke the silence saying;
"The other girls want a turn too Jayce; you better
climb off." Not arguing, he did just that, even though
she didn't want him to. As he slid out of her, she felt
a horrible sense of loss, but knew it had to happen.
Fair was fair after all, and it was part of the
initiation for the other girls.
Jayce pointed at the girl who had tazed him, who
eagerly pulled off her dress.
"Sorry about earlier" she said "I really need to get
into this sorority and..."
Not wanting to waste time, Jayce spun her around, bent
her over, slid into her, and began fucking her doggy
style. So.... At the end of the school year, Miranda
had humiliated him in front of a crowd of 5,000, she
had, just a couple of hours earlier raped him, he had
just fucked her best friend Tiffany, and now he was
dogging an underage 17 year old girl. If it wasn't for
the earlier fear of catching an STD, Jayce could have
arguably called this the height of his sex life.
How many non-celebrity guys get to fuck 3 girls in a
row within the space of 4 hours? And he still had 4
more girls to go.
As he slid in and out of her, her head hung low from
the pleasure, and apparently she liked him inside her
so much, she began humping back at him, thrusting her
rear backwards. This particular girl, felt just as
delicious as Miranda. And boy, the heat from her pussy
was nice, but his nuts were now sore from having cum
really hard in both Miranda and Tiffany. Worse yet, the
primordial nature of the dog style position was driving
him insane.
"Doggy style," after all, is how, according to
evolution, our ape ancestors reproduced, so naturally
it's the most pleasant position for both men and women.
The view of her hips, the way she humped back at him.
The heat, the wetness, the deliciousness. Despite the
soreness within his nuts, once again he found himself
inseminating, yet, another female. The girl was in such
ecstasy as he came in her she was drooling on the
carpet.
He collapsed backwards and to the side as she collapsed
forward, thus, the two could be seen sliding apart. His
dick slid out of her, almost slingshooting out she had
clamped down on him so tight, flinging cunt juice and
cum as it did. The girl was lying on the carpet, face
down, cum dripping from her pussy, panting like crazy.
First time she had ever had an orgasm with a guy in
her. Actually, it was the first time Miranda, Tiffany
and that girl had all had an orgasm with a guy in them.
Jayce was laying somewhat toward his right side, and
felt himself begin to fall asleep. He had just cum,
almost, 3 times in a row! However, that stupid drug he
was injected with wouldn't let him get soft! He was
still rock hard.
As he was closing his eyes, he heard the sound of
clothing falling to the floor. He then felt hands lay
him on his back, and saw four naked 17 year old girls
surrounding and looming over him, their shaved cunts in
full glorious view from his perspective looking up
towards the ceiling.
He wondered if that what "heaven" for Muslims looked
like, but with virgins. He was laying flat on his back,
with a raging, drug induced hard-on, staring up towards
the ceiling at four beautiful cunts. Truth be told, he
was actually in hell looking up at heaven. In hell,
because he was exhausted and sleepy, his nuts were
palpitating from pain, and he just wanted to go to
sleep. The rest of the girls would have none of it
though.
One of the girls lowered her crotch onto his mouth, and
commanded "eat my pussy" in a very bossy tone. She
wasn't asking, she was ordering. She felt a hand grab
his dick, and once again he felt himself slide into a
hot and moist love tunnel. His cock was now enjoying
girl number 4. Doing as he was told, he ate out the
girl with her crotch on his mouth as girl number 4 rode
him. A few moments later, he felt a mouth lick and suck
on his nutsack; a third girl was actually licking his
nuts while one of them rode him!
This time, he did not last for a solid hour. The strong
scent of a pussy, dripping juice right on his face, a
girl riding him, and a third one licking his balls made
him cum within 15 minutes. Amazingly though, rider girl
actually got off as he could already feel her clamping
him roughly a few moments into it. The triple
stimulation made him cum even harder than before, and
although the feeling was nice, he dreaded what his
balls were going to feel like once the burning feeling
died down.
The girl whose pussy he was licking demanded to go
next, and the one who was licking his balls now lowered
her own pussy onto his face. This may seem like sweet
ecstasy, but, considering how exhausting one girl can
be, even a guy onlooker would say that poor Jayce was
now being abused. As the bossy girl slid down on him,
once again he felt a hot cunt, however...... something
wasn't right.
The moment he was in her, he wanted out.
"Jesus Christ what an ugly person!" Jayce thought. The
physical aspect of the sex of course felt sopping wet
and hot, but, joining with that girl did not feel good
at all. She felt, almost, cold. There was no life in
her at all; instead of feeling the sense of well being
he felt from being inside the other girls, this time
around he felt himself being drained into a cold,
deathlike and extremely horrible emptiness. No life in
that girl; none at all.
She was cold and black hearted, and he could feel that,
the whole time he was in her. Poor Jayce was too weak
to struggle, literally, drained, so he had to endure
that horrible ugly feeling. The girl herself of course
was having the time of her life, and he could feel her
cunt milking him.
Two girls were on Jayce at the moment, and still, there
were two more to go. The first two girls who enjoyed
Jayce's cock were already asleep. And the last two,
masturbated to the scene, and feeling pity for him,
decided (with an "agreement" look), to not ride him and
force him to do oral sex at the same time.
The black hearted bitch riding Jayce began grabbing his
balls, and squeezed painfully hard on them. Shortly
thereafter he came in her, but it was an ugly,
orgasmless ejaculation. She climbed off, crawled
nearby, lay down and just a few seconds later also fell
asleep. Regarding the girl who until then had been
having orgasms from Jayce stroking her clit with his
tongue, it was now her turn...
By now Jayce was actually half-asleep and half-awake,
nevertheless, he once again heard the very distinct
slimy sound of a cock slidding into a pussy. This girl
felt exquisite. Not good, not nice, exquisite. Of the
17 year old sorority wannabes, of the entire group, she
was by far the most delicious feeling one. She wasn't
as attractive as the others but she still felt pretty
good. He felt so intrigued by what a kind person she
was, so kind he was experiencing ecstatic pleasure, he
actually summoned willpower, waking himself a little
and asked her
"what's your name?"
Amidst the heavy breathing, the girl said "Tessie."
"Tessie," Jayce said, barely being able to speak "I
know this may sound weird, but I really like you; when
this is over, do you want to go out with me?"
That is correct; amidst the sex, he was actually asking
her out.
Panting, Tessie replied "I'll think about it."
That is also correct; despite the pleasure she was
feeling, she had misgivings about going out on a date
with him.
As Tessie rode Jayce though, her body began to burn up.
She felt the heat from his cock spread all over her
body, and he just felt so good inside her! It was all
too much, and pretty soon she began to climax.
Yet, another cunt was milking him, and this time
around, he just couldn't take it. The girl riding him
just felt so good, overcome with desire for her,
summoning all his strength, he pulled her close, held
her tight, and then he rolled them both over and began
thrusting into her. He had to be on top, he had to
thrust into her; she just felt SOOO good. Almost on
reflex he kissed her on the lips, to which she was
shocked at first, but, as she wrapped her legs around
his ass, she responded.
It was really hot and heavy, and the two were sweating
like crazy. Finally, not really caring anymore about
the future soreness of his nuts, he came in her pussy.
When the two caught their breath, they kissed, and
amidst one of them, Tessie finally said; "Okay, I'll go
out with you. However, you must know, I don't do it on
a first date..."
Yes; girls can be that irrational people. He had just
fucked her, came in her pussy, and gave her the climax
of her life, and yet she was already setting
conditions. How did Jayce respond? Although, a bit
confused considering the circumstances, that is, the
fact that his cock was still buried in her he finally
said, "Fair enough."
The two rolled so that both were on their side and
facing each other. The moment, was, to say the least,
both tender and awkward. Tessie had agreed to the
initiation rite expecting she had to endure something
grotesque, but instead what she got was unbelievable
pleasure, and the unshakeable feeling that she was just
with a guy she could easily develop feelings for.
However it didn't seem right because how could she fall
for someone she had just had sex with? More awkward
still, why was he so focused on her? All the other
girls, especially Miranda, were far more attractive.
Tessie was one of those "misguided" "nice" pretty
girls, that is, the type of girl barely hot enough to
join a sorority, but, at the same time so hot every
fraternity brother wants to be with her and call her
"his girl." She was that type. That is, she was the
type of hottie every frat guy, even the coolest ones,
wanted for a girlfriend.
What Jayce didn't know, was that Tessie was just as
smart with computers as he was, something he was going
to find out later.
The two stared into each other's eyes for long, awkward
moments. Finally, breaking the silence Tessie said;
"I feel sweaty and dirty and I want to go take a
shower. I'll see you later okay? I'm actually looking
forward to our date..."
With that, she got up, and headed towards the door. As
she looked back, she saw the remaining two girls begin
to craw on top of him. She did not feel jealousy of
course, since she barely knew him, nevertheless she did
feel concern. Being a particularly intuitive girl,
Tessie somehow knew Miranda was responsible for handing
him a vicious heartbreak or humiliation.
Jayce didn't pay any attention to the two girls kissing
his body, instead, he looked longingly at Tessie as she
looked back at him, leaning on the door frame. He
noticed a look of condescending pity in her eyes,
almost as if she knew what had happened to him when the
previous school year ended. Though perplexed, there was
no longer any time to think about that because,
finally, she turned around and headed for the shower.
As one of the girls lowered her pussy on his mouth, and
the other slid down on him, he could hear the sound of
running water from down the hall way. He was
"servicing" the remaining two girls, but all he could
think about now was Tessie.
As before, the same pattern ensued, and with the
remaining two girls, the sex was so-so at best. It
wasn't nasty like with the bossy girl though, nor was
it exquisite like it was with Tessie, it was somewhere
in the middle. Whatever the case, the night was finally
over, and finally, he could go to sleep, something he
had been wanting since girl number 3 of the night.
***
When Jayce woke up, he thought it had all been a dream,
and that he was back at his apartment. However, it
wasn't a dream; as he was coming to, he felt the weight
of the head of one of the girls on his chest. It was
Tessie, and she was cuddling next to him. She was
wearing a bathrobe, and a blanket covered them both.
Surrounding both of them, also covered in blankets,
were the other 4 girls. Miranda and Tiffany were
nowhere in sight though...
Wow she was like, a really nice person; she actually
went through the trouble of finding blankets for all of
them!
Shortly, Tessie herself woke up, and as she looked at
him she smiled saying, in a rather coy, flirtatious
"satisfied woman" look;
"good morning; do you want some breakfast?"
"That's okay; I'll just go grab some at the Burger King
nearby."
So... Jayce had just been raped by 7 girls, and yet, he
was enjoying a morning glow next to Tessie. To his
relief, when he lifted the blanket he saw that his dick
was finally limp. However, he was tasting and smelling
"cunt." He couldn't smell anything else; all he could
smell and taste, was cunt. Christ the smell was strong!
And man how it lingered!
However, he didn't have the heart to leave Tessie's
side, so, he just lay there.
One by one the other 4 girls paraded out of the room,
covering themselves with the blankets Tessie had placed
on them. Not caring where they came from, none of them
thought to thank her... Whatever the case, the other
girls left and Tessie and Jayce were finally alone.
"Last night was my first time," Jayce finally said, "at
least, when Miranda was up to the plate."
"So" Tessie laughed "I'm your 5th so far?"
"Pretty much" Jayce responded.
All the two could do was snicker awkwardly because, in
all frankness, it was a pretty weird moment, I mean,
the circumstances in which they met.
"You had 7 girls in a single night, and the other 6 are
prettier than me. Of the 7 of us why did you pick me?"
Jayce was too much of a gentlemant to tell her "because
your pussy felt really good" so he instead chose to
say...
"Not sure; I guess, it was because you are different
from them... Speaking of which, why would a girl like
you want to be with a sorority?"
"Well" Tessie stated, with a tone of voice which said
"I'm about to narrate a sob story..."
"I was a late bloomer. I wasn't pretty until my senior
year of High School, and I was so unpopular, I had to
be taken to my senior prom by one of my cousins. I know
this sounds gross, but that same night I lost my
virginity to him."
"Nothing wrong with that" Jayce reassured "if you only
knew how inbred my own family is, I mean, with my
heritage and all..."
The two lay there cuddling, and in the background the
door to the outside of the apartment could be heard
opening and closing, and the chattering of the girls as
they said their goodbyes. They had all just fucked
Jayce, and yet, they made conversation and could be
heard preparing and eating breakfast as if nothing had
happened. The callousness of the girls perturbed Jayce
somewhat; Clyde was right, he was utterly clueless
about girls.
I mean, Jayce had always worried, constantly in fact,
about breaking a girl's heart. That is part of the
reason he refrained from having sex for so long. He
viewed girls as fragile creatures that, if you had sex
with them, and used them only for that, that their
feelings would be hurt, that it would lead to awkward
situations, etc. And yet, all of those girls were
acting as if what had happened the night before was no
different than visiting a movie theater! He found it
very disturbing, that a lot of the stuff Clyde said was
right; that there are some pretty callous girls out
there, girls who treat sex as if though it was indeed a
game.
Thinking about that, Jayce commented; "I just can't
believe someone like you would want to hang out with
girls like those!"
Tessie responded, almost resentful at the remark;
"Look, you don't know what its like being a girl okay!
With guys, you have a disagreement, or you hate each
other, you can just either beat the hell out of each
other or avoid one another. Girls on the other hand,
can be mean and nasty, especially if you are not
pretty. And if you are too pretty, they get jealous of
you and make your life hell! The only way to be left
alone, to have protection against the nastiest bitches,
is to be part of an important group okay! I did not
want to go through in college what I went through in
High School!"
"Look," Jayce said, "college is a lot different, at
least this one is. Because its probably a lot bigger
than your High School, you don't have to worry about
running into the same people every day. In fact, even
within your major, you will never take a class with the
same person twice. Also, because there is a lot more
variety, there is always a group or two you can join.
You don't have to worry about that. If you want I could
introduce you to one of my own female friends; she is
the director of the drama club."
"Thanks" Tessie said, in gratitude that he meant well,
but with a tone of voice which said "I know you were
trying to make me feel better, but you're clueless and
ignorant..."
Jayce's stomach growled.
"God I'm hungry, and I'd like to get back to my
place...... so... See you tonight" He stated, with a
newfound confident tone of voice that shocked even him.
"Sure" she said, and adding with a smile "don't keep me
waiting."
*** Epilogue ***
Jayce and Tessie hit it off, and, actually spent the
first month of their relationship focusing on getting
to know one another before they finally jumped in the
sack again. Miranda found out she was pregnant with
Jayce's baby, and her whole plan just backfired.
Tiffany landed a management computer job with Microsoft
in Seattle Washington, and last time Jayce heard, she
had written some sort of revolutionary type of word
processing software.
The other 4 girls Miranda had recruited actually
remained on warm and friendly terms with Jayce,
although, the bossy one ended up having to transfer out
of school because she was caught giving one of the
professors a blow job for an "A" grade. Jayce and
Tessie, actually ended up falling deeply in love, and,
not wanting to be apart from her, he lived together
with her until she graduated. In other words Jayce
stuck around for two school years waiting for Tessie to
graduate, and once she did, he secured a job with his
father's company and started earning six figures.
Miranda, although she gets a large child-support check
from Jayce every month, has to watch, with hearbreak,
the scene of the guy she was in love with, and his
family, and of course the girl who had treated him
better than she ever did. She paid for her arrogance,
in that she now found herself raising a child alone,
while Jayce had a loving wife, and 3 wonderful
children.
Career wise Miranda was actually more successful than
anyone in that group that night (except Jayce), but,
being a single mom, finding a relationship was next to
impossible, beautiful as she was. Also, she remained
somewhat of a snob, a true New England Brahmin, despite
it all. Jayce went from love, to hate, and now, to
pity. Make no mistake though; he loved the daughter he
and Miranda made that night, but felt nothing even
resembling love towards Miranda herself. He was now in
love with Tessie, and couldn't imagine being with any
other woman.
Poor Miranda; her arrogant pride had cost her the man
she loved most in the whole world. Why did she mistreat
him? She herself will never know the answer.
As for Clyde, he became a famous porn star.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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