When the time arrived, fourteen young men had turned up, and I, led by Sam, paraded into the room in my new short, sexy and subtle red dress. It was so petite and my legs so long that it left little to the imagination, even wearing the thong. Thankfully, although not designed to be worn without shoulder straps, the top stayed in place as somebody once again bound my hands above my head.
'Thank you for booking a place in this induction course on the female anatomy. We, students and our lecturers alike, want you to enjoy your time here. There are, however, great dangers. Today, we point out one of the biggest you will encounter.'
'My sister's bigger up top than that girl, ' one of the new intakes chipped in cheekily.
'I didn't mean bigger in assets, ' Mike answered quickly, obviously trying to control a chuckle. 'I mean the biggest danger to your health, wealth and wellbeing. I am going to show you around a typical University whore. This one is very typical because she's the only one on campus. At least we have not caught any others.'
'How do you catch one?' the same voice spoke out again as I tried to suppress a giggle under my paper bag covering.
'Catch one?' Mike repeated, utterly thrown off his stride.
'Yes, you said you hadn't caught any others. How do you catch whores?'
'Ah. Got you, ' Mike replied as if the light of inspiration had just dawned on him. 'Yes, we set a trap, just like catching a Rat. Both Rats and whores, like this one, are vermin. You just need the bait.'
Even I knew that Mike was stalling for time and waffling as he waited for inspiration.
'What bait?'
'That's Sam's department. He'll explain later, ' Mike answered a little curtly. 'Now back to this specimen before us.'
'But how do you catch one?' The voice enquired again.
I heard Mike let out a short groan, and I could picture him rolling his eyes.
'It takes a few strong young men, plenty of cock, a mixture of cum and lots of cunning to catch a Cunt, ' Sam interjected quickly and cleverly.
'Oh, ' I heard the voice respond, 'But how do you do it?'
'Do what?' Sam replied, seemingly as lost by the question as Mike had been.
'Catch a Cunt?'
I wanted to stuff something in my mouth to hold off a fit of giggles. It was so funny listening to the back-and-forth exchange. I must have made some interesting noises hidden under my bag.'
'Is your specimen alright?' The same voice perked up again.
'Yes, yes, I'm sure it's fine.'
'Is it not a she?'
Now I did burst out, unable to control my sense of humour any further.
'Please, will you let me complete my introduction without further interruption?' Mike replied, clearly becoming annoyed by whoever the upstart was.
'Whores, Sluts, Cunts, Prostitutes, call them what you will, are a more significant danger to you, young men, than drugs and drink combined. They will subtly lead you into paths of sexual deviance and debauchery.'
'Is this an official lecture?' the same voice piped up again.
'Oh shut up, will you and let him get on, ' another voice that I did not recognise responded.
'Sorry. I was just asking.'
'Well, keep quiet. It's obvious this is not an official lecture. If it were, it would be on the campus, not in a house like this. I want to see more of the female anatomy.'
'Thank you, ' Mike added as I felt his snooker cue brush against my right thigh as it lifted my dress so that everyone could see the thatch of my bush inadequately hidden behind my thong.'
'Hairy Beaver, this one, ' Mike continued, 'They are not all like this, but most are. Unkept, unclean and uncaring. Look at that. It's filthy.'
His cue caught the string that was the side of my thong and commenced to pull it down, revealing my gloriously natural pussy in all its vivid, hairy detail.
'Trying to fuck that would have the same effect as trying to make love to a piece of sandpaper.'
Suddenly, and unexpectedly, Mike flicked the end of his cue up between my legs. It hit home perfectly as I screamed in pain.
'Best thing for something like this. Let her know what we think of such filth.
I now felt the cue touch the bottom of my chin and follow my neck to rest on top of my dress.
'Nothing much to see here, but we might as well take a look, so you recognise a whore next time you see one.'
The cue pushed on the top of my dress to reveal my tiny tits.
'Fuck me, are you going to strip her totally nude?' someone piped up.
'That's the general idea. We want you to recognise one of these things if it ever tries to seduce you.'
'She looks pretty sexy to me. Do we get to see her face?'
'All in good time, ' Mike responded.
He prodded my nipple hard.
'Look at these. It would call them tits. We call them pimples. Even pimple is too good a word for such pathetic little rashes.'
He carefully moved his cue around my nipple so that it reacted. It did, standing out and becoming firm.
'See how easy it can beguile you?'
'I bet she has an ugly face under that bag even if her body is fuckin sexy.'
'This is an ugly cow from head to toe, ' Mike commented as he positioned his cue to flick the bag off my head, 'There is nothing sexy about it at all.'
With a quick flick, he deftly lifted the bag off my head as though it were an everyday occurrence. I was most impressed as I looked into the faces of those who had come to attend the lecture on female anatomy.
'Wow, wee, ' someone said, 'She's fucking gorgeous. If she's a whore can we fuck her?'
Mike sighed deeply, 'What have we just been warning you about? The dangers of things like this. Looks are very deceptive. You jump into bed with this, and you don't know what she has concealed in that hairy twat between her legs.'
'Pussy, ' the voice I recognised piped up.
'What? Mike asked.
'Pussy. I bet she has pussy hidden between her legs.'
'I do, ' I interjected to help avoid further embarrassment and possible confrontation. 'Would you like a feel. Come and see if there is anything else hidden down there.'
The young man visibly blushed as the others with him egged him on to come up to me and have a feel of my pussy. Eventually, he made his way towards me, fixing his eyes rigidly upon my breasts. When he was close enough, he tentatively reached out with his hand and stroked my hairy mound as if it were a Guinea Pig or some other small furry creature.
'Fuck you, ' he exploded, withdrawing his hand as if I'd bitten him, 'She's soaking wet.'
This announcement signalled the commencement of another hour-long free-for-all as the crowd explored every intricate part of the slut suspended before them. Fingers pushed deep into my pussy and as far up my arse as they could go.
This group especially seemed to enjoy exploring my bum and then proffering their fingers to be cleaned in my mouth.
'Are you really a whore?' One of them asked.
'How much are you willing to pay to find out?' I answered quickly and seductively.
Five or six of the guys told Mike or Sam that they had never seen a real nude woman before. Therefore, they were doubly excited not only to see one but to get to grips with one.
When their allotted hour was up, several asked when I'd be available to service their needs in a more personal manner. I knew that there would be plenty of requests for sexual favours coming in my direction when I was recognised around the university precincts. Such thoughts of exciting anticipation ran through my mind as I lay in bed that night, contemplating our 'little show' and anticipating how the second day would pan out.
Due to the popular demand for the 'Female Anatomy' lecture, every place was filled for the three planned 'shows' the next day. Word had clearly passed around that the spectacle was worth attending. Sam's phone rang almost continually with new requests to attend.
The format ran the same as the previous day. Sam or Mike provided a detailed, intricate and humiliating introduction followed by my unveiling and then an hour's groping session. Thankfully, neither man suffered another series of interruptions quite as interesting or intense as those that occurred during our third session.
Mike and Sam, however, had once again added a couple of ingenious surprises to the second day's events without informing me.
The first meeting went as had all the rest, with the participants leaving, hopefully, a little excited, having been able to handle and see the female anatomy on display. I could imagine a few of the new arrivals struggling to control their manhood as they fought to escape the confines of briefs hidden behind jeans and chinos.
After introducing me to the second group of the day in their usual demeaning and raucous way, I had a shock as Sam passed a bottle of Baby Oil to the assembled 'guests.'
'A sure way to tell a sure slut is to apply this all over its body. If it turns shiny, it's a genuine one hundred per cent slut, ' he announced pompously. 'Here, ' he said, handing the bottle to one of the young men, 'Pour it on your hand and rub it all over it.'
'Everywhere?' the recipient questioned unbelievingly.
'Oh yes, everywhere and anywhere. Put plenty on. Rub it on its tits, up its fanny, over its arse and, if you want, through its hair. The more you put on, the more acuate will be the result.'
The newbie stepped forward and commenced to apply a liberal application to my breasts. This action was the catalyst for others to surge forward, seeking the bottle so that they could join in the fun of coating me in sweet-smelling Baby Oil.
I closed my eyes to protect them as the young men squirted oil over my head and eager hands rubbed the liquid through my hair and over my face.
'Look, ' I heard Sam say, 'It's a slut, alright. See how shiny its skin is?'
'I bet that happens to anyone you put this on, ' someone answered.
'No. No. Only sluts, whores, tarts and prostitutes shine like this. Try it yourselves on your girlfriends sometime.'
I smiled to myself as I imagined one or two of these young me being garrulous enough to believe what they were told and then to have doubts about any ladyfriends they encountered.
The assembled crowd took great delight in ensuring my skin was covered as they emptied the bottle. Fingers 'strayed' into my pussy, bum hole and mouth as this new activity brought sensual excitement to those caressing my naked body.
The smell of the oil, the pleasant feeling of being massaged and the knowledge that such activities were causing cocks to harden resulted in me experiencing another deep and delightful orgasm.
The young men stepped back, firstly in alarm and then in wonder, as they watched me tremble, shake and swing as the results of their labours caused my body to climax in an unstoppable surge of pleasure.
I grunted, groaned and squeaked with unsurpassed joy as I swung on my rope bindings.
The hour passed too quickly as I enjoyed the attention of fifteen pairs of hands rubbing, stroking, feeling, fingering and searching across my body. It was, to me, the most exciting of the five sessions we had conducted. I confess that all I wanted at the end was to lie back on a bed with my legs apart to be filled with their warm sticky cum. I knew, though, that was not an option, at least then.
After showering and having lunch, we prepared for what I thought would be the final group of the day.
'Any more surprises planned for me?' I asked teasingly.
'You'll just have to wait and see.'
'I hope it's the baby oil again, ' I hinted, 'That was a great idea.'
'So we noticed. We thought you enjoyed it far too much, though. So we have another little additional entertainment planned next.'
I waited in my red dress until I was, for the sixth time in two days, led into the room to be humiliated, stripped and groped.
After the usual introduction and explanation about things like me, a new way of discovering whores was introduced - rubber bands!
'You take one of these, ' Sam was explaining, 'The longer, the better, and you flick it like this at any part of the body. Of course, the more sensitive areas of tits and cunt produce better and more definite results.'
Sam took great delight in offering a practical demonstration by flicking the rubber band against my right nipple. As it hit, I sucked in deeply and let out a little scream of pain.
'That's what we are looking for, ' Mike announced, taking over the commentary. 'Sluts squeak, Tarts tremble, and Whores wince at this treatment. Good girls will give no response at all. Here, have a go.'
To my astonishment, each of the fifteen attending the lecture was handed long, thick rubber bands and told to use them anywhere on my body.
I pulled myself taught as the first guy came closer and flicked a band towards my exposed tits, catching one neatly along its side and causing me to smart. Others now took up position, flicking at my tummy, thighs and bum, while one, with obviously more sadistic tendencies, enjoyed aiming at my cheeks.
Eventually, after many of my little 'ouches, ' 'Ohhhs, ' 'Arrrghs, ' and screams, someone decided there was one place that still required some attention. I was commanded to open my legs for him so he could aim for my clit. His direction and power were true, as my cry of shock and pain testified to all in the room.
Thankfully for me, Mike and Sam had already agreed on a limit of six to flick my pussy as they knew it would be sore. I am sure that those who fired their bands into my pussy enjoyed the spectacle of me dancing on the spot in response to their efforts.
Looking back, I have often wondered how many of those who had their first limited experience of BDSM that day have since enjoyed more intense sessions as a result.
As this group departed, leaving me with reddening patches across my body and stinging shafts of pain shooting from my nipples and pussy I breathed a sigh of relief that the two-day 'Female Anatomy' lectures were over. I was, therefore, a little surprised to discover that an extra one was planned.
'But Rach, you knew about it.'
'I didn't.'
'You did. Six sessions with fifteen a session equals ninety guys. You knew we had over a hundred requests.'
'Yes, but not all the spaces were filled yesterday, ' I argued, somewhat miffed that I still had another session to perform that evening.
'Yes, but that was only a few places. We have to accommodate another twelve. Are you willing to do it or not?'
'Can't we do it tomorrow?' I questioned reasonably.
'No.'
'Why not?'
'Because we have told them seven o'clock this evening.'
'I wish you'd told me?'
'It was obvious, really. You just had to do the maths?'
'Maths?'
'Yes. Count the numbers—six sessions of fifteen equal ninety guys. You are short of a hundred you knew wanted to come. Plus, you heard the phone ringing today with others asking to attend.'
'Okay, okay, ' I smiled, resigned to another final display of my body, 'I'll do it.'
'One more thing, Rach, we will have another little surprise.'
'What?'
'That would be telling.'
'The first one was a bit too much of a surprise. I went from anonymity to notoriety in one second!'
'Yes, but you'll enjoy this one.'
'How do you know?'
'I just do.'
'I'd prefer to know. It's not women, is it?'
'No, Rach. It's all men. And we think you'll like it a lot, just like the baby oil.'
I sighed deeply and agreed, 'Alright, I'll do it. Does it have to do with cold water or ice?'
'Stop trying to guess and just enjoy the experience.'
As I waited to go from the bathroom into the bedroom, I listened intently at the bathroom door to try to ascertain what the 'surprise' planned might be. I was still none the wiser as I was led for the fourth time that day towards the hooks in the room where the guests were waiting. I still wore my tight-fitting short and sexy red dress. It had proved popular all day, displaying my long legs and providing easy accessibility to my breasts, bum and pussy.
I still had no clue what awaited me as Sam began his introduction.
'Good evening, fellow students, pen pushers, scholars, undergraduates and learners, ' he commenced in what I thought was a somewhat over the top introduction. 'Welcome to university life. What a privilege we all have to begin a career path toward our chosen profession. Life here should be fun, fulfilling and friendly; however, you need to be on the lookout for danger. As you can see on the walls around the room and standing before you, we have a white whore. These are dangerous things to get to know. Therefore, let me expose the hazards associated with white whores and pink pussies.'
I frowned inside my paper bag. It was the first time either Sam or Mike had addressed me as a white whore. I had never heard either man call my pussy pink either. I knew these terms must have some significance, but I was initially unable to put two and two together to figure out what was going on.
'This species is inadequate in every way, as you will discover. It's got no tits, hides its cunt, has an arsehole too small for use and a face just as ugly as the backside of an overweight pig. Those of us with knowledge of such things want to warn you that this specimen is poisonous, rabid, absolute vermin and should be avoided at all costs. Look out for its soft, pale skin, slutty red smile and seductive white woman's speech.'
As I listened, still waiting for my face to be revealed, I thought Mike was overdoing the alliteration that night. Then suddenly, it hit me like a bolt from the blue or a bullet from a gun. I took in a sharp breath as I realised for the first time just what the surprise was. All these references to my colour meant one thing. Sam and Mike were introducing me to a group of black students.
As my friends slowly stripped me of my clothing and dignity, I could feel a twinge of panic along with excitement creeping through my body. I had no idea how I would react when they removed the bag covering my head.
I had often wondered how I would enjoy what I had discovered was called Big Black Cock. Although I knew I would not be fucked by these men, I would experience their touch firsthand.
When Sam finally lifted the bag from my head, I was not surprised to discover that my guess had been correct. Standing around the walls of the room with their eyes fixed intently on my by now naked body were twelve young black men.
'Please help yourself to the slutty form now displayed in all its miserable shame before you. Once you feel how pathetic its tits are, how dirty is its shitter and how well worn is its cunt, you will never desire to touch a white whore again.'
'I've always fancied fucking a white bitch, ' one of the guests commended as he walked up to me to take a closer look.
'That's not allowed today. The whole point of this lecture was to warn you about the dangers of such creatures.'
'Ever had black cock in your pussy, Cunt?' One of the young men asked, looking in my direction.
'No, I haven't, ' I answered truthfully.
'Would you like to try it, Cunt?'
'Of course, I would, ' I jested seductively, 'Untie me, take me to the next room and let's see how much better you are than this white trash I knock about with.'
'Wait a minute, Slut, ' Mike interjected dramatically, 'Who do you think you are, you disgusting little Cunt. These young men are far above your schemes, tricks and traps. None of them would lower themselves to your level to fuck you.'
I turned to the young men and asked, 'Any of you willing to be the first BBC to shag this piece of white fuckmeat?' I knew that nobody would want to take me up on such a ludicrous offer on the spur of the moment. I was on safe ground.
My request seemed to stun the room into a momentary silence until one of the visitors answered, 'I'd love you to give me a blowjob.'
'I wouldn't advise it, ' Sam responded. 'As with most things, she, or rather it, is useless at blowjobs. If, however, you want this vile creature's lips wrapped around your precious manhood, we will gladly arrange it.'
Now it was my turn to become quiet. We had agreed to no sex during these sessions. As far as I knew, blowjobs were sexual practices. The sound of people talking brought me back to my senses.
'If we ask it, I'm sure it will oblige a little BJ, won't it?' Mike stated, looking in my direction. 'Listen, you dirty cow; this handsome young man wants you to perform oral sex on him. Why he wants filthy lips like yours wrapped around his fine rod, we have no idea. There is no accounting for taste. Once he gets a flavour of pink pig, he will know how vile things like you are. Will you give him what he wants?'
I remained stationary, totally nude, hands still bound above my head, looking at the one who had made the request. This was new, totally new. I had fantasised about big black cock, but never really thought anything would ever happen. Now here I was being asked to give a blow job to my first black man. It was a surreal moment as I nodded my acquiescence.
Sam untied the ropes from the ceiling hooks but left them attached to my wrists. This still provided a little bit of a sense of my being a slave. I dropped to my knees and, reaching out, took hold of the fly on the trousers of the guy who had requested I give him oral sex. I pulled his now throbbing cock out, holding it like some expensive diamond in my hands.
I knew what I had to do, but fear or a pang of anxiety swept through me as I contemplated my next action.
'Get on with it, Cow, ' Mike ordered like a major sending his men to war, 'Don't keep these fine men waiting, or I'll personally belt you.'
I knew he would have done so, and that he would have enjoyed every moment of my suffering.
I opened my mouth and commenced providing the required blow job. Strangely, the skin felt similar to all the other cocks I had previously accommodated during my two years at University. I rolled my tongue along the stiff shaft, trying to gauge any difference in texture from white cock. Perhaps the skin felt a little tougher and slightly rougher than white cock. The slight texture change certainly excited me.
The other young men stood around and released their cocks from their denim prisons, ready and expectant.
Hands guided mine to provide the necessary stimulation of hard, expectant dicks as I worked away with the first in my mouth. Other hands strayed to my breasts, massaging them and twisting my nipples.
Suddenly, the first entrant to my mouth pulled out and fired his load directly onto my forehead and across the bridge of my nose. I received quite a shock as its powerful force caught me full on.
Within seconds, his cock had been replaced by another, seeking my lips to wrap around its long, hard form. This entrant was a little more forceful as he took hold of the back of my head to assist me in my efforts to give him maximum pleasure. His actions seemed to reap early dividends as he pulled out to splatter his load across the side of my cheek and into my hair.
Meanwhile, I could feel the two I was vigorously massaging in my hands were about to explode over me. Almost simultaneously, both loads of cum fired in my direction, splattering against my ear on one side and cheek on the other. I had done Bukkake's before, but only on a limited scale of two or three. This was my first big Bukkake, and it would be a Big Black Bukkake.
As the time continued, I became stickier and messier as more gluey white cum from hard throbbing black cocks covered my face, chest and shoulders as one after another added their load to my head and body.
'This is the hottest thing I have ever done, ' one of the young men stated as he stepped away from my sticky form.
'Have you never fucked a woman before?' another questioned him.
'No, I haven't. I never knew you could do this either.'
'You mean cover a woman like this?'
'No. I mean, I never knew I could get hard and ejaculate myself.'
'Have you never masturbated before?'
'What's that?' the young man questioned innocently.
'It's what you just did to the girl—fired your load. Cummed. Ejaculated.'
'Oh. No, I've never done that before.'
'How did you do it now?'
'I watched you and did what you all did, ' he replied somewhat sheepishly. 'It was so hot. I want to do it again.'
'You'll have to wait.'
'Why?'
'Well, you're kind of like a gun. You need time to reload and recharge before you can fire again.'
'Oh.'
'It can take up to an hour for some guys, but others can be ready again in less than fifteen minutes. It all depends on how turned on they are.' His friend explained.
'I'm plenty turned on, man. I'd love to fuck her up her pink cunt. She's a fucking hot white bitch ain't she?'
'Tell you what, ' Mike interjected, 'We will keep her here until you are all ready to fire another load over her if you wish. How does that sound?'
From my sticky face, I tried to get Mike's attention to give him 'THE EYE' that I thought he was taking a little advantage. However, it was already apparent that his generous offer had been readily accepted.
After a break of only five minutes, which included more general feeling, groping and pinching, the first hardened cock was proffered to my mouth for sucking. I knew I had to get back to work.
Just over half an hour later, I had been plastered in a second helping of hot sticky cum from each of the 'hot' black men.
Once the firing had finished, Sam commanded me to stand. My hands were untied, and I was asked to rub the gooey substance through my hair over my tits and across my bushy twat. Once I had completed this job to everyone's satisfaction, I had to lick my hands clean. This was something that brought great admiration from the new black students, most of whom had just enjoyed the delights of a white slut for the first time.
'Fuck me, she's a dirty bitch, ' one of them commented. 'Is she available to be fucked any other time? I want pink pussy.'
'Me too!'
'The whole point of this evening's meeting was to warn against such dangers as this thing, ' Sam responded emphatically. 'We were trying to caution you of the great risks of such a beast.'
Ignoring Sam completely, one of the lads addressed me directly, 'Any time you want big black cock, just ask. We'll be ready for you.'
When, eventually, long after their allotted hour had passed, they departed, I lay sticky, smelly and exhausted on the floor. It was only then that I fully thought through the ramifications of my actions.
'How will I walk around the campus tomorrow after these two days?' I questioned seriously.
'You'll be the 'Belle of the Ball, ' Mike informed me. Now that they know how damned sexy you are, they will be swooning after you. You will have offers of more cock than you could ever manage, you'll see.'
He was right, too, as guys approached me in the library, the common room, and the refectory, and even left notes under my door. I was texted, phoned and walked by fellow students wanting to get me 'laid' in one way or another.
My 'Freshers' introduction to university life certainly spiced up my days on campus as I decided who I should let sleep with me and who I should pass over. Such choices were tough, given the abundance of talent. For a few months following gangbangs, trains and group sex became a more regular part of my life as I took full advantage of being an attractive, willing and open young slut to the male population. I was discovering that University life was, in my case, laid-back and very fulfilling!