Flag Girl – Laundry Day

By Violator

Warning:  the following story is a highly unrealistic sex fantasy.  Anyone who believes any of the events depicted herein could recreated in real life, in whole or in part  (at least without extensive discussion of consent and safe words first) should seek professional psychological help immediately. I am not kidding.

Hit END for a quick summary.

 (Edit:  somehow got Specter Girl’s name wrong.  Fixed, along with a few other errors.)

The little laundromat was deep in the depths of the student ghetto, about a block from Sorority Row.  A narrow and deep urban building it featured a double row of washing machines down the center and dryers along both walls, making two aisles. 

A tall lanky black boy stalked down first one deserted aisle then the other.  As he passed each still dryer in turn his face slowly darkened with fury.  Every single dryer was full, silent, and unattended.  Every last one was piled from top to bottom with waiting female clothing.  Little skirts, blouses, bras, and panties peeked out at him through the window of each and every machine… and yet not a single nubile body was in sight to open and claim any of them.  As he reached the end of the second row, the bag holding his own soaking wet laundry hanging heavy from his shoulder, Python stopped, turned and swore viciously.  Every last machine was claimed.

It was his own fault for trying to do his laundry in the middle of Sorority Row on a Friday night, of course.  But that didn’t make his long, muscular arms tremble with any less rage.

“Fuck this pussy-ass shit,” he said, at last. 

Deliberately walking up to the machine with the laciest panties and largest-cupped bras of all peeking out at him through its window, he jerked the door open, yanked over a wheeled laundry cart, and started hauling out fistfuls of silken underthings and tiny shorts down into the waiting bin.  Then, halfway through emptying out the machine, Python suddenly stiffened and froze.  Hidden amid a pile of shorts and bras, something had caught his eye.  He pulled a pair of pastel-colored running shorts aside to expose a star-spangled strapless bra.   He reached down underneath the bra, hooked his finger around a tiny strap, and slowly pulled forth a pair of skimpy red-and-white-striped panties.  They stretched way out before finally jerking free and dangling, daintily, from his dark hand.  Holding them up in front of his face, he studied the tiny tell-tale panties as their skimpy fabric swayed daintily back and forth.   He had seen that exact pair a thousand times, wrapped around their owner’s voluptuous teen hips as she preened beside her loud-mouthed mentor on the nightly Delta City news.  

“Well, well, well…” he purred, slowly grinning.  “What do we have here?”

Holding her empty laundry bag lightly in her fist, Lydia Wells hummed a cheerful tune as she bumped the Laundromat door open with her ass and bounced her way inside.  The door jangled loudly as her wiggling, short-denim-skirt-clad ass pushed through.  Whirling around a pillar at the end of the row of machines, she turned to face her waiting dryer.  Then, mouth dropping open in shock, she froze in place and skidded to a halt.

Her machine door was open, and empty.  Her clothes and underthings lay heaped carelessly upon a cart, before it.  A skuzzy looking black boy stood over the pile and, though his back was to her, she seemed to have caught him in the very midst of pawing through her delicate under-things. 

“Hey!  You!  Creep!” Lydia snapped.  Her superheroine sidekick instincts kicked in in moments.  Even though she was out of costume, wearing only a tiny jean skirt and pastel yellow spaghetti-strap top, she spread her long muscular legs wide, put her hands upon her hips, and thrust out her considerable rack, as she lifted her chin boldly.  “Those are mine!” she declared.  “Get your hands off them you pervert!”

Not saying anything, Python slowly turned and faced her.  He had a huge grin on his lips… and her world-famous skimpy Flag Girl panties dangling from his fingertips.  Lydia gasped.  Her eyes darted briefly to the cart again, and spotted at last her matching star-spangled halter top spread out on display atop her high-piled load.

“H-hey!” she whimpered, a blush spreading across her cheeks.  “Those are mine!”

“Finders keepers, bitch,” Python purred.  He wiggled his finger back and forth, making her little panty sway tauntingly before her lovely, horrified gaze.

“You… you can’t do that!” Lydia gasped.  “It’s illegal!”

Lifting his free hand, Python pointed up at the wall, where a large sign had been posted.  ‘Do Not Leave Machines Unattended!’ it read in huge letters, and below that in smaller letters, ‘Uncollected Loads Are Forfeit.’ 

Flag Girl gaped upwards, her jaw dropping in horror.  It was hardly federal case law.  But it was still enough to deflate her sense of righteous-indignation, to be replaced by a creeping, guilty dread.  Gulping, she turned her eyes back to him and squirmed.  Without her belt, she knew, her chances of defeating such a tall and muscular boy were far from certain.  And, she realized with a sickened gulp, she had in any case already blurted out enough to more than confirm her precious secret identity.  Even if she beat him up, he would still know who she was.

“Please,” Flag Girl whispered.  Bowing her head, she folded her hands nervously behind her short-skirt-clad hips.  Forced to be penitent before the leering pervert, a helpless squirm wiggled through her voluptuous body, making her massive rack shake deliciously for him through her tight, tiny top.  “Please,” she said, “give me back my panties.”

“Sure, bitch,” he said.  “I’ll trade ‘em to you… if you give me a blowjob first.”

Lydia’s gorgeous blue eyes went wide as saucers.  “You… you can’t be serious!!!” she said, shocked.

Python shrugged, and pulled a fancy smart phone out of his pocket.  It was stolen, not that she knew that.  “Your call bitch,” he said, as he started to dial.  “Maybe you can blow the press instead, after I call them and…”

“NO!” Lydia moaned.  She surged forward slightly, reaching out a plaintive hand to dissuade him.  “Please!  Don’t!”

Stopping on the last number, Python glanced up at her.  His finger hovered over it, waiting.

“Oh, Goddess!” Flag Girl cried.  Lurching backwards, she put both hands upon the top of a running machine and gasped in horror.  Her body squirmed nervously back against the rumbling surface, her cute little sneaker-clad feet rubbing and fidgeting beneath her tiny skirt.  Her breath came deep and fast, making her ample rack bob beautifully before the waiting, leering, and appreciative thug.  Her gorgeous head, gasping, turned first one way then the other and verified with wide blue eyes that they were alone.  Then she turned back and looked up into his eyes.  Her tongue licked her luscious pink lips, and then her tiny white teeth bit them.

“Oh… okay…” she whispered softly at last.  “I… I’ll suck your cock.”  Trembling slightly, one hand leapt up to brush a bit of her golden hair nervously back behind her ear, as a slight blush exploded across her pretty cheeks.  “Let’s… let’s just go to someplace with a public bathroom and…”

“No,” Python said.  “Right here.  Right now!”  Without another word, he jerked open his athletic pants and let a massive dick plop out.

Lydia’s jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as dinner plates as she watched over a foot of thick, hard, jet black cock tumble out of the boy’s pants to bob, fully erect, in the air directly before her body.  “Oh… oh my God!” she cried, eyes quivering in awe.  “You’re penis is… is… HUGE!”

“That it is,” he said.  “Now kneel before it, white bitch.”

But, her jaw hanging wide open and quivering, for a moment Flag Girl could do nothing but stand there and gaze at his huge dick in shock.  Getting wider and wider, her eyes slowly traced down its immense length from the base to the tip, both pretty blue orbs completely filled with his veiny black beast.  Her breath quickened steadily, making her ample breasts jiggle with ever increasing energy before his commanding scepter.

“What the fuck did I say?” Python said.  He took a threatening step forward.  “Kneel, you super slut!”

“Okay, o…okay!” Flag Girl gasped, her voice breathless and her eyes still glued to his big black penis.  “I’m sorry!”  Her back pressed tight to the rumbling machine behind her, Flag Girl sank swiftly to her knees before him.  Her gaping face tilted upwards as she sank lower and lower, eyes glued to his penis, until soon it was looming like a massive veiny spaceship above her.

“That’s it,” Python purred.  Lowering her panties, he slowly dragged them back and forth along the length of his penis.  Flag Girl gasped and mewled, biting her lip, as she squirmed in humiliation.  “Suck this dick and you get them back,” he told her.  Putting one hand upon the machine behind her he slowly pushed his hips forward until his penis loomed directly over her.  Her face tilted back until she was looking directly up at it.   Her eyes crossed and gazed directly at his tip.  “Okay,” she said, softly.  Then she lifted her gorgeous head, spread her lips wide and, gazing down at it in awe, kissed the very tip of his cock. 

 “Awww, yeah,” Python sighed with pleasure.  His head rocked back slightly.  “That’s it, bitch…”

Flag Girl moaned softly in humiliation… but, lips and tongue quivering, continued pleasuring him.  Her pretty head bobbing in and out delicately, like a bird’s, she lapped her quivering warm tongue up, down, and all around the thug’s massive penis.    Finally, after she’d gotten his penis good and wet with her delicate tongue-work Flag Girl sat back upon her haunches, gazed up the huge length of his penis in dread, and took a deep breath.  Opening her luscious pink lips wide she wrapped them tenderly around him, and started to bob her moaning head up his cock.  She got only a few inches down before, eyes rolling in their sockets and lips trembling upon his vast bulk, she jerked back off him with a gasp.

“Oh, Goddess… oh… oh, Goddess…” she moaned softly.  Then, spreading wide, with a soft moan, she took him in her lips and resumed sucking.

“Awww, yeah…” Python purred.  He pressed forward close to the running machine, both hands upon its rumbling surface – one tightly clutching his phone, the other her panties – and, head tilted back and gasping in triumph, he enjoyed the delicious services the proud little heroine was giving him.  At his waist her pretty blonde head bobbed delicately, in time to the soft slurps that could barely be heard over the chugging machines, as she gave the evil, thieving criminal pleasure.  Occasionally her lips still slipped back off his huge cock but each time, gasping softly, her little tongue promptly gave his massive head a few swirling worshipful caresses before slurping him back down her throat again, each time a little more eagerly than the last.

“Alright, girl,” Python cooed, his smirk slowly broadening, after enjoying a few delicious minutes of her slurping service.  “This is pretty good… but it’s getting clear I need to show you how this is done.”

Sliding his huge trainer-clad feet forward, he placed them to either side of her quivering knees, trapping the blonde tight against the rumbling machine.  Then, reaching down, he slid one of his hands in between her bobbing head and the vibrating metal wall of the machine, clutching its tender blonde curves from behind.

“You ready, bitch?” he asked as, almost oblivious, her pretty little blonde head continued to bob and slurp.  “Cuz it’s time for deep throat!”

Flag Girl’s trapped head jerked back with a gasp, and, letting his huge penis pop from her mouth, she gazed at it in horror.  “No!” she gasped, squirming, eyes going wide.  “You… you can’t!  I’ve never done that befo-“

“First time for everything, slut!” Python crowed, cutting her off both with his cackling words and with a sudden, brutal thrust of his massive dick straight down between the meaningless protestations of her stunned, quivering lips.

Flag Girl’s eyes, already wide, became like satellite dishes over his huge dark plunging probe.  With one cruel powerful stroke, Python drove himself down into her all the way until her pretty, full, pink lips were buried in his pubes.  By the time he struck bottom, her pupils were like dots in seas of white.  Then he pulled out… and slammed back in even more brutally than before.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Python howled, as, slamming his hips hard, he rammed his huge dick down Flag Girl’s throat again and again and again.  “Suck dick for your panties, slut!” he laughed, dragging her stolen panties mockingly back and forth across the quivering nose and bulging cheeks of her helpless, wide-eyed, utterly mouth-raped face.  “Take it!  Take it!  Take it all deep and love it, you fucking law-enforcing super-slut!”

Then, releasing her head he put both hands upon the machine and, slamming down deep inside her, his head rocked back in awe as he milked his huge dick back and forth in the deepest depths of her quivering throat.  Trapped between his legs, head lifted high and lips spread impossibly wide, stunned Flag Girl could only take it and like it… her hands quivering in shock atop each luscious muscular kneeling leg as her reeling brain tried to decide what to do.

Suddenly, the bell over the door jingled, loudly.

Flag Girl’s eyes, which had grown wide and lost in space over the deep-plunging dick, suddenly focused and shuddered in shock.  Before she could do a thing, save for take another deep slow jaw-straining thrust, a pair of light female voices suddenly swirled and giggled through the air all around her… voices Lydia instantly recognized as two of her hottest, cruelest classmates.  Her lips, trapped to either side of his huge penis, trembled in fear.

Python responded by backing out and, instead of one of his wild cruel slams of his hips, shoving back into her with a long, slow, and very very pointed thrust.  He stirred his tip deep in her depths, as if driving his point home… and then left it there, swaddled in her tight, horribly-violated lips, throat, and tongue.  Without saying a word, using nothing but his penis, Python let her know that not only was he not pulling out but that her only hope of evading exposure was to obsequiously worship his penis.

Meanwhile, up top, he stood up as nonchalantly as he could with his crotch pressed to the machine and leered, in a casual sort of way, as two ultra-hot and scantily-clad co-eds strutted in side by side.  One was a brunette, the other a redhead.  Each wore a brightly-colored sorority pledge shirt stretched tight over her massive, bouncing young rack.  Their ample buns were covered only by short cotton running shorts from which sleek and spectacular legs extended magnificently on bottom… and the hints of little hot-pink thongs peeked up on top.

Overall, both girls were just a grade or two below Flag Girl on the face and body scales, and still well worth his throbbing attention.  They pretended not to notice him at all as, sharing the last bits of some bitchy gossip, they strutted to their machines.  These proved to be side by side.  But as they turned to face them, the two co-eds for the first time turned and shared secret ‘we’re totally turning that hot guy behind us on’ smirks with one another.  Or rather, what would have been secret smirks, if both the dumb sluts hadn’t been standing right in front of the dark windows of their machines in which their expressions were perfectly reflected right in front of him.

Legitimately unseen behind them, Python’s own already shit-eating smirk got broader and even more smug…as, down below, unseen Flag Girl began to silently and obsequiously suck on his penis.

Bending low, presenting their short-short-clad asses directly to him, both girls slowly unloaded loads of light summer clothing and skimpy underwear out of their machines.  Then, standing side by side and chatting idly, the two dumb sluts shared a few more bitchy items of gossip as they very slowly folded and stacked piles of large-cupped lacy bras and teeny tiny thong panties.  Standing right beside them and watching, his long dick getting slurped on ever more enthusiastically by sidekick lips, Python grinned.  He pretended to play with his phone…and surreptitiously took several luscious shots of the girls as they bent low, or folded particularly tiny pairs of panties.

He judged his moment carefully.  Finally, as each was finishing the very last of her scanty underthings, he struck.

“Hey, girls,” he said, looking up from his phone.  “Sup?”

“Hey,” they both said, turning and smiling at him.  He’d been acting like a creep… but, deep down within their barely-covered young bodies both beauties could sub-consciously feel the off-the-charts levels of self-confidence the tall black boy was giving off.  Though they had no clue that this was due to the luscious pair of super-lips helplessly slurping up and down his appreciative penis, instead of a natural effect, each still reacted to it instinctively.

“Are… are you in Dr. Thompsons’ bio class?” the redhead asked, casually twirling her hair.  “I think I’ve seen you.”

Between his legs, Flag Girl’s eyes, which had grown closed as she sucked and sucked, flashed wide again in shock as she heard the opening lines of the conversation.  Her lips quivered around him in dismay, unable to believe what was happening to her.  But, in the end, she could only quietly, plaintively, and supplicantly suck at his giant cock…  a move which just made Python smirk even broader as he gazed down at the two simpering co-ed sluts, his panty-soaking self-confidence soaring even higher.

“Naw,” Python said.  He kept his left hand clutched tight… concealing inside it, as he did, his slurping supplicant’s tell-tale stolen panties.  “You girls going to the club, tonight?”

“No,” the brunette said.  She hoisted her load, and smiled.  “Some dorks from class are throwing a house party tonight.”

“It’s going to be totally lame,” the redhead said, waving a hand dismissively.  “You want to come?”

“I don’t know,” Python shrugged.  With the hand not clutching Flag Girl’s panties, he tossed his stolen phone over to them.  “Here.  Give me your numbers.  I’ll call, maybe.”

Giggling, without the slightest resistance, each girl lifted the phone in turn and eagerly punched in what may as well have been a free door-delivery code for her pussy.  Then, tossing the phone back they hoisted their loads, waved and, sultry smiles on their faces, made their jiggle-tastic way to the exit.  The moment they were through the door, they wheeled and began to giggle to one another.  Heavily-painted eyes turning to cast repeated glances back into the laundromat behind them, their luscious barely-covered asses slowly sauntered away under their bouncing loads until they vanished into the outer darkness.

As the door jingled closed again and relative silence returned, Flag Girl heaved a sigh of relief, breath rushing softly from the little nose that quivered an inch above the immense, mouth-plugging diameter of Python’s penis.  While the two girls had been in the room, she had been reduced only to slow, shallow, plaintive slurps.  Now, relieved at their departure, Flag Girl put to use skills she didn’t even know she’d learned as she spread wide and, to thank him for not exposing her to her evil classmates, gave the black thug’s giant penis a set of long deep succulent strokes of her slurping sucking mouth.

“Oh, yeah!” Python laughed.  Head rocking back with pleasure, he grinned.  He slammed his hips back down against her, meeting the timing of her thrusts… and, though she moaned in overloaded dismay, Flag Girl obediently took the slamming and kept on sweetly, worshipfully sucking.  “Oh, yeah!  Oh, fuck yeah!” Python crowed.  One hand clutched tight over her stolen panties, the other over the phone with the two sluts’ surrendered digits, his body singing and tingling with the feel of what a badass he was, Python slammed his immense dick deep down Flag Girl’s throat, rammed it in until her lips were sealed around his base and she moaned in deeply-violated awe… and exploded within her.

“Mmph!  Glrg!  Glrrf!” Flag Girl gurgled, her eyes going wide and wild as spurting semen erupted inside her.  

“Shut up bitch and take this!” Python commanded.  Seizing hold of her by her blonde hair, he slammed into her helpless mouth with a series of short, hard, milking strokes, while his colossal veiny cock spurted glop after surging glop of semen down into her.  Moaning with surrender, her eyes wide and leaking tears, gorgeous Flag Girl had no choice:  she sucked his penis, desperately.  Finally, with a long sigh of pleasure, Python pulled out… depositing a last large blast of cum all over her mouth and chin.  Wrecked upon her knees, Flag Girl was left gaping down in awe at her open, cum-stained lips… and the massive limp cock that had ruined them.

“Not bad, Flag Slut!” Python said, stepping back and grinning.

Groaning softly and closing her eyes, Flag Girl slowly pulled herself back together, mentally as much as physically.  She wiped the cum off her chin with a trembling hand.  Then, with no better option, she licked it off and, shuddering, ate it.  She breathed deep, swallowed, and then slowly, shakily, stood and faced him.  Putting the hand not tainted with cum upon her hip, she opened her eyes into a glare and did her best to look defiant. 

“Alright,” she said, brushing back her disheveled blonde hair and scowling.  “I did what you asked.  Now give me back my panties.”

“Naw, no giving, slut, I told you finders keepers.”  He leered down at her tiny denim skirt.  “You gotta trade em’ for the ones you already got on.”

“That… that wasn’t the deal!” she gasped in horror, on hand rising up to press in horror to her puffy cock-smudged lips.

“Do it, slut!” he said.  Smirking, he extended the panties out, dangling from a single finger, and swayed them back and forth mockingly before her.  “Do it or I tell everyone what I just got from ya!”

Flag Girl cried out in frustration, seethed and glared like a tormented schoolgirl, and stamped her foot.  But she was trapped.  She breathed hard, glaring at him under her suck-tousled blonde hair… then, with a soft gasp, she turned her head away, her cheeks blushing furiously.  Python watched, grinning, as the blonde’s hands reached down and slooowly slid up underneath her tiny skirt.  Underneath the hoisted sides of her skirt he could just barely see her fingers slipping delicately underneath skimpy straps of pink satin.  Then, with a gasp, Flag Girl slowly bent down low before the black thug.  His huge penis, lolling out of his pants, twitched eagerly… the pink smudges and lip-prints of Flag Girl’s own lipstick decorating every inch of its immense length.  Looking like she was bowed before his penis in worship, her buxom hips squirming helplessly with shame, Flag Girl slowly pulled her scoop front panties all the way down her supple legs.  Then, gasping with humiliation, she had to struggle repeatedly to slip her sneakers out of the tiny little undergarment, with the leg-holes catching repeatedly on them.  Finally succeeding in getting them off, she picked them up and stood up with a rush of relieved breath.  Only to find herself standing before him, her own skimpy stripped underwear dangling in front of her tiny skirt, under which she suddenly felt far more cold and vulnerable.

“Trade?” she asked, softly.  She extended a trembling hand, her skimpy satin panties dangling delicately from one fingertip, stretched out decoratively beside his.  Her cheeks blushed furiously, to the same color as the soft satin of her panties.

“Yeah, bitch,” he said, reaching out with her precious super-heroine bottoms.

Their hands met and, simultaneously, exchanged the panties.  Despite the fact she’d had a foot of his penis in her Lydia couldn’t help feeling a little light-headed when the dark stud’s fingers brushed her own… even in the very act of handing back her own unjustly captured underwear.

“Thank you,” Flag Girl said, automatically.  Then, clutching her sidekick panties tight against her chest she stepped hurriedly past the grinning thug and grabbed hold of her laundry.  Desperate to get out of there and away from him as fast as she could, she started hurriedly hauling out the remainder of her load.

A deep dark chuckle suddenly sounded behind her.

 “Hey, bitch,” Python purred, holding her panties, “these be sopping wet!”  He squeezed them.  Droplets of excited moisture dribbled from them to spatter audibly onto the floor.

Flag Girl froze.  ‘Busted…’ she thought, as her cheeks went bright red. 

Whirling around she opened her lips, her brain still struggling to come up with what lie she could tell to cover herself.  But she gasped, those thoughts flying from her little horny brain, as she found Python standing inches away, looming over her.  She backed up instinctively… and squeaked as moments later her back ran up against the dryer just behind her.  He stepped forward, pinning her tight against it, trapping her.  Partially with the hand he put on her shoulder… and partially with his already re-erect penis, which pressed lightly into her body through her clothes, its base against her belly and its tip cradled between her ample breasts.

“We can’t have that, can we?” Python cooed down into the gorgeous blonde’s gaping uplifted face.  His hand gently massaged her shoulder.

Gasping, Flag Girl struggled to remember her long martial arts training, to think what moves she could use to turn the tables.  But the press of his huge penis between her breasts was suddenly making it difficult for her to think.  So the only response she ended up making was to turn her eyes down and gape at it, her lips quivering in awe.

“This be where we come to fix things being wet,” Python continued, cooing down into her gorgeous wide-eyed face.  “So why don’t we put these in the dryer…”  He tossed her sopping panties into her now-empty machine, put in a quarter, and turned it on.  It began to rumble, making her whole body vibrate lightly against his… especially against his penis.  “And then,” Python continued in a soft seductive purr, “we go somewhere private… and take care of that other thing that’s all soakin’ wet…”  And, his lips smirking, he leaned down in low over her, gently tilted back her chin and, as her eyes went wide with shock, kissed her right on her sweet luscious pink lips.

Her mind reeled.  The pickup line was the cheesiest and most insulting she’d ever had a boy use on her… which, somehow, made her already hot and soaking pussy start outright aching to be fucked. The enormous penis rubbing against every inch of her voluptuous body didn’t help, and neither did the huge tongue giving her inexperienced mouth a powerful and instructive kiss.  He finally let her lips go and they hung open, quivering as if in awe of what was happening to her.

“What you say, bitch?” Python asked her.

Lydia gasped in a soft breath.  Her eyes looked up into his, wide and blue and moist.  Three times her trembling pink lips unpursed, tried to say something, and then closed again with a tiny shudder.  Finally, they opened, quivered desperately, and simply whispered one word.  “Okay…”

Blushing furiously and carrying both her laundry and his, Lydia led the strutting stud back to her dorm room.  She let him inside ahead of her, turned to set down both bags, and closed the door with a soft click.

It was the first time she’d had a boy in her dorm room.

She turned to find him already casing the place.  He stroked her various belongings and pulled out her and her room-mate's drawers so he could peek inside.  As she watched he lifted up a big lacy bra from one drawer, and grinned.  “You sure have a lot of these things, slut,” he said.  Then he dropped the bra, sat down in her room-mate’s desk chair, and lounged back like a pimp across the room from her.  “Now, why don’t you strip for me slut, and lemme see what you look like without any of that shit?”

Her mind spinning and her pussy sopping, Lydia slowly obeyed.  She started by bending low, unzipping her skirt, and slowly sliding it down her long athletic legs.  Standing up, she breathed deep and fast as she slowly pulled off her shirt over her head, then unhooked and gently shrugged out of her bra.  Huge bare breasts now on display, she then bent down and slowly took off her kitschy little sneakers, followed at last by her lace-fringed white socks.  As she stripped for him, though, Python barely seemed to pay her any attention.  Instead, he was too busy rooting through her panty drawer.  “Well, well, well, what do we have here,” he cooed, amused.  He didn’t even look up as Lydia dropped her last little sock on the floor and stood before him, panting breathlessly, her entire body naked.  Instead, grinning, he reached down all the way to the bottom of her panty drawer and brought his hand slowly back up… Flag Girl’s trademark mask dangling from his finger.

“Oh!” Lydia gasped, looking at the tell-tale mask in shock.  But, rather than intervening, she folded her hands anxiously behind her supple round bare ass and said nothing to object.

Standing, Python approached the nervously squirming sidekick, put one hand around the small of her back and, grinning, pressed the mask onto her face.  Standing in his arms, it was now the only thing she was wearing.  She looked up at him, breathing hard, and licked her lips.  He grinned, and caressed a few fingers along her chin.  Her breath quickened.  Without being asked or prompted she lifted her gorgeous masked face and used it to press a single sweet, lingering kiss onto his lips.  She fell back, pretty face open in awe and eyes blinking wide behind her mask.  Behind, his hands were having a field day, stroking and pinching and prodding every inch of her illustrious teen ass.  Rather than do anything about it Flag Girl squirmed, her big flawless breasts rubbing deliciously against his chest, and then lifted up again and gave him another kiss.  Then, tongue quivering delicately another.  As she kissed him, Python slid a hand down under her considerable ass and sent a single probing finger up inside her, testing her.  Her tight folds quivered around him, drooling with need.  She pulled back, eyes wide and kiss-smudged lips hanging open in shock.

“Aight, Flag Slut,” he said, pulling out his sopping finger to stroke it along the outside of her cunt.  “Let’s fuck.”

Wearing nothing but her mask, Flag Girl took the smirking bad boy into her bed and let him climb on top of her.  She spread her legs, breathing hard… her little bare toes wiggling eagerly as he slowly took his place of triumph between her thighs.  As his huge, rudely mouth-conquering dick took up its position, pressed to the gates of her defenseless pussy, her breath quickened, her eyes staring up into his in awe.  Then his huge member slammed hard up into her, and swept away her entire world in one devastating thrust.

“Oh, GODDESS!” Flag Girl squealed in awe, head shooting backwards and eyes going wide, as he entered her.  “Oh, you’re so BIGGG!!!”

Within three more thrusts she was completely blown away, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath his.  The criminal thug was way bigger and more skilled with his thrusts than all the boyfriends she’d ever had put together.  She bit her lip, ululating moans rising from her throat and her pretty eyes rolling helplessly within her sex-blasted and near-delirious head.  Her body moved rhythmically against him, helping him fuck her.

“You’re amazing…” she whispered, as she shuddered through orgasm.  It was the first she’d ever experienced from a penis alone.  It would not be anywhere near the last.  Soon, similar compliments accompanied his each and every thrust, as she clung tight, folded him in her thighs and clawed passionately at his thrusting back.

Python just smirked.  For him, the mighty young super-heroine proved even easier to dominate in the sack than most naïve white college girls he’d fucked.  And he'd fucked a lot.  Flag Girl came rapidly and repeatedly, with little true effort on his part.  When he finally came inside of her, she pulled his head down and kissed him.  He kept his dick deep, unloading a massive potent payload deep into her defenseless fertile womb – and every time he jerked in and delivered another little spurt of seed she whispered her thanks and kissed him twice, once on the lips and again on the chin.

Afterwards he rolled over onto his back, briefly exhausted, and Flag Girl snuggled up to him.  Lying in his arms she sighed and savored the afterglow.  She stroked her hand over his body, and lifted her pretty blonde head.  “Do… do you have a girlfriend, Python?” she asked, nervously.

Before he had to answer, the door suddenly banged open.

“Hey girl!” a female voice called, as the door got shoved open by a voluptuous ass barely covered by a tiny pair of denim short-shorts.  “You and I got to go meet Ms. Americana and Green Specter, pronto.  They were ambushed in the red light district and – “  Summer Morgan shoved backwards into the room, shopping bags cradled against her chest, whirled around – and gasped, her mouth falling open in shock.  The bags tumbled moments later, forgotten.  “OH!  What’s this?!” she yelped, to see her chaste room-mate gaping up at her from the arms of a boy… and wearing only her mask to boot.

Python’s lips spread in a slow grin.  “Specter Girl, I presume?” he said to Flag Girl, and kissed the stunned beauty on her cheek.  Then, shoving his recent sex partner aside like a sack of meat, he stepped casually out of bed, stretched, and walked right past Specter Girl.  Summer could not help herself.  Her face turned down and stared in awe, mouth agape, as his long black cock dangled right in front of her.  As he walked past, seemingly oblivious to her voluptuous body, her eyes followed it for several feet, before snapping back to Lydia in shock.

“Lydia!  How could you?!” Summer moaned.  Whatever their mutual mistresses’ predicament was, it had been completely forgotten – they’d have to make do on their own.  “This… this is what the charm bracelet was supposed to be FOR!”

She pointed towards the door knob, from which dangled a silver bracelet with a big silver heart affixed to it – still, uselessly, on the interior side.

“I… I forgot!” Flag Girl gasped.  “It all happened so fast!  Except for the sex, that went on and on.  But…”  She squirmed, and put a couple fingers to her lips, eyes growing lost.  “What… What was I talking about?”

Meanwhile, Python had yanked open the drawer next to Lydia’s and dug down through Summer’s silky panties in turn.  “Well, well, well,” he said.  “Guess all dumb sluts think alike.”  He withdrew his hand, Specter Girl’s green mask dangling from his finger. 

“You… you can’t do this!” Summer gasped, staring at the damning mask in horror.  Her squirming, sex-befuddled roommate was suddenly forgotten.  “This… this is my room!  It's private!”

“Hey, I ain’t done nothing illegal.  I’m in here to fuck ya room-mate, and just found these lyin’ around.”  He grinned, spinning the mask round and round on his finger.  “But if you just happen to start stripping, bitch, well… let’s just say casual sex makes me very forgetful!”  He stood up and walked towards his stunned new victim.  The mighty sidekick squirmed, her little world spinning around her gaping pretty head.

Flag Girl gasped up at him as he walked uncaringly past her sprawled, naked, cum-leaking body.  “But…” she whimpered, “I… I thought you were going to be my new boyfriend…”

“I was thinking more pimp n’ ho, myself, bitch,” he said over his shoulder, without looking at her.  She gasped… and watched as he stepped up in front Summer, who was still squirming in indecisive shock, her open-mouthed head still visibly reeling as she tried to process how fast things were happening to her.  Reaching down and around with his free hand he gave her a hard swat upon the ass and she yelped, her voluptuous body leaping at his strike.  His hand lingered on her ass and gave it a possessive and instructive squeeze, while his other reached up… and pressed her mask onto her face.  Hand still wrapped tight around her ass, Python looked down at her, waiting.  Behind her newly-applied mask, the exposed sidekick’s eyes slowly grew wider and wider.  Her mouth dropped open, and her gaze turned up to look, shining, into his. 

“You gonna strip or not, slut?!” he asked.

Summer squirmed, her eyes looking up at him in shock.  Slowly, both of her hands reached forward around her supple waist, her fingers dropping down to her fly.  Delicately, with trembling fingers, the teen beauty started to unzip.  Her tight and tiny jean shorts spread apart beneath the slowly descending zipper to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of white scoop-front panty.  Looking up into her attacker’s face, Specter Girl bit her lip.  Then, with a tiny gasp she bent low, put her trembling fingers into her slack and open shorts and, pretty head down level with his calves, pulled them up over her shapely uplifted ass and down onto her mighty thighs.  “Good bitch,” Python said, and stepping to one side of the stripping teen beauty he delivered another painful swat onto her uplifted panty-clad ass.  Specter Girl whimpered, her stinging ass squirming in humiliation beneath his palm… but continued obediently to strip.

Flag Girl gaped in horror as, before her eyes, her roommate finished removing her shorts and then, pretty head briefly turning to glance up at Python then looking back at the floor in shame, nevertheless started to peel off her top too.  Lydia whimpered as she watched her room-mate undress, and her eyes started to water.  Seeing that, Python slid his hand out from where he’d been teasing beneath still-stripping Specter Girl’s panties and strutted back up to his first conquest.  “Hey, hey,” he cooed down at her, bending over her.  “Don’t be sad baby.  Here, I’m gonna do something to make it all better, okay?”

“You… you’re not going to have sex with my roommate?” Flag Girl asked.  Her eyes flicked down helplessly to his penis before returning to his face.

He chuckled, stroking her pretty but stupid face indulgently.  “Trust me,” he purred.  He grabbed her wrists.  “Here, put your wrists up first.”

His tender love-making still fresh in her reeling mind, Flag Girl instinctively complied, letting him lift her wrists up until they were crossed above her head.  “Now what?” she asked hopefully.  Gasping downwards, the horny teen could not help but note excitedly that her enormous shapely breasts were now lifted up invitingly, their spectacular cleavage practically begging for the presence of his penis.

“Now,” he said, silently extracting a heavy-duty bra from her adjacent panty drawer, “you watch.”  With one quick knot, he used her own reinforced bra to bind her crossed wrists tight and firm against her headboard.  He stood back up, and without paying her the slightest further attention he turned and walked back to take her freshly-naked roommate in his arms.  “If you gonna be a ho,” he said without looking over his shoulder, as his hands cupped and squeezed Summer’s tremendous naked breasts, “you gonna need to pick up a lot of pointers.”

Flag Girl squirmed and moaned upon her bed… but she watched, helplessly and attentively, as her callous partner lifted Specter Girl’s face up to his and gave her a kiss that she eagerly accepted.  It was now her turn to have his big penis rubbing across her body… but she was completely naked, feeling it directly as it rubbed over her flat belly and teased at the tips of her large young breasts.  Squirming in the strange intruder’s embrace, Specter Girl’s luscious leg slowly curled up behind her… her skimpy panties still dangling from her toe.  Without breaking the kiss Python located them, plucked them off, and dismissively tossed them away.

When he finally released her mouth, Specter Girl gasped deeply for breath, her heart racing.  Squirming in his arms, she looked up breathlessly into his face.  Then, without being asked, she lifted her gorgeous masked face and pressed another pair of kisses on him, one on the left side of his chin, the other on his right… gasping briefly as she saw the faint impression of a couple of Flag Girl’s already there.

“Aight, bitch,” Python said.  “’Nuff foreplay – time you got fucked.”  And without further ado, he threw the gasping naked blonde back onto her bed and crawled in with her.

In the last few seconds before she got penetrated, Specter Girl… didn’t resist exactly, but seemed to realize she perhaps should be seen to.  Her arms struggled ever so slightly as he pinned her hands above her head in a pose that exactly mirrored her bound room-mate.  She made him part her long luscious thighs himself, twisting and squirming deliciously upon her bed as she felt herself being prepped for sex.  But the closest those thighs came to actually trying to close was to quiver threateningly as he shoved them out to lay flat, her legs resting against the bed like a diamond beneath her.

Chuckling at the side-kick's games of resistance, Python settled down upon her voluptuous body, leaned down and took her lips in a kiss first, even as his fingers parted her pussy wide.  When he entered her at last a shudder ran through her entire pinned body, and a moan vibrated through her twisting tongue-sealed head.  He kissed deeper, mirroring his progress in her snatch, and slowly moans and muffled gasps built inside her trembling be-kissed lips.  When he finally released her lips, the teen heroine could do nothing but rock her head back, lick her lips, and moan out with helpless pleasure.

On the other bed, Flag Girl squirmed, mouth agape, and watched in deep and helpless fascination.  A few dollops of his semen oozed back and forth across her belly, and far more inside it, as the sight of her conqueror’s massive penis slamming furiously in and out of her room-mate’s overloaded pussy made her tremble and squirm.  Her own pussy was glistening and moist, presented towards him between her long spread legs… and not just wet from the little dollops of cum that continuously welled up out of her ravaged lips and slid slowly down towards her ass.

Finally, after a couple minutes of trying to pretend otherwise Specter Girl gave in and admitted she loved it.  Loudly.  Her body pushed desperately up against him, shuddering with climax after climax, desperately seeking a deeper and harder fuck than the already impossibly deep and hard one she was getting from his immense, pussy-demolishing schlong.  When he finished, she tried to kiss him, but his smirking lips evaded her… so instead, as cum started to ooze from her pussy Specter Girl pressed kiss after kiss upon his neck and shoulders and chest, in between soft brainless gasps of gratitude for her pleasure.

He pulled out, and dribbled his last few dollops across her sprawled body.  Lying back, gasping and staring into space, Specter Girl made no move to resist.  Even when he grabbed a bra out of her own panty drawer and openly moved to do to her what he’s already done to Flag Girl, all she did was squirm slightly, stretch, and with a mortified sigh allow her fucked-out body to be bound.

Grinning, Python backed up to the center of the room and surveyed his night’s handiwork.  Two ultra-hot blondes blinked back up at him from their beds, eyes, whether they admitted it to themselves or not, gazing up at him in awe and worship.

“Well, sluts,” Python said down to the two super-roommates, standing in the center of their dorm room.  “It’s been fun.  But I gotta get out of here before the campus police catch me.”

“Wait.  You’re not a student?” Flag Girl asked.

“Naw.  I just steal from them,” he said.  Dumping her laundry out of its bag, her promptly began loading it up with their belongings.  Flag Girl and Specter Girl squealed in helpless horror as the boy who had just finished pounding their pussies into oblivion swiftly grabbed up all the expensive laptops, phones, and fur-lined jackets scattered around their room and shoved them in his makeshift loot bag.  But with all the deeply sexual moaning they’d just been doing, no one was coming to investigate.  “I steal valuables from the girls,” he said, as he robbed them blind, “and from the college boys I steal all the top-shelf pussy.”  The two sidekicks squirmed and moaned, watching wide-eyed and helpless from their beds, as the smirking thug emptied the contents of their jewelry boxes into his bag.  Then he also dumped in the contents of their purses… while their own nether purses gaped wide and oozed out more glops of his semen.  “I keep the best of both and sell the rest back,” he said.  Then, kneeling down, he grabbed up bras and panties and stuffed them into the sides of the bag until his loot was completely contained in delicate sidekick underwear.  By the time he drew the bag tight it would look to the less perceptive like he was just making a late-night laundry run… and to the more perceptive like he was coming back from a particularly successful panty raid upon an exceptionally target-rich sorority house. 

The only panties he tossed back were their super-heroine ones, which ended up draped over the ends of their respective squirming occupants’ beds.  Which meant, of course, that if they did scream loud enough to summon assistance, there would be some instant and quite disturbing questions.  The two beauties promptly shut up, gaping down at the tell-tale panties in horror, then turned their eyes up to his face and whimpered.

Depositing his loot bag by the door, Python turned back to survey the two beauties.  Squirming and whimpering softly, they blinked slowly and prettily back up at him.  He smirked.  “Now,” he said, “We come to the real fun part.”

Coming back, he stood over the two helpless young heroines.  “You got two choices girls,” he said.  “Get exposed and ruined, or become my obedient whores.  Time to make up ya mind, you dumb bimbos.”  Coming to stand over each, he asked her the same question in turn.  “What’s it going to be girl?  Exposed, or en-ho’d?”

Each young lady blushed, squirming indecisively yet deliciously before him.  Then, with a last humiliated and defeated gasp, each softly whispered, “Whore,” and sealed her fate with a last tender, adoring kiss upon the tip of their new pimp’s massive penis.

“Aight.  See you tomorrow night behind the library, sluts, in masks and super-panties!”  He pulled up his pants and picked up his bag, bulging full of their underwear and all their valuables.  “You gonna get fucked all night by the boys you won’t give the time a day to during class, they ain’t even gonna know, and you gonna make me a ton a money!  And afterwards, if you is very good, I might give you a little thank-you fuck myself!” 

Turning with a parting laugh, he let the door click shut behind him.  As he strutted away past a dozen oblivious college boys and a half-dozen gasping, voluptuous previous conquests, he left the two super-sidekicks to gaze into each others’ faces, bound naked upon their beds, covered in the young stud’s cum.  Turning away from each other, each squirmed slightly, looked up into the ceiling… and sighed, lost in delicate and adoring love.  Their pussies tingled at the thought of what a bad, bad boy they would now get to serve.

The next night, Flag Girl and Specter Girl, now in full and glorious costume, squirmed nervously side by side in a dark alley behind the college library.  The night was black and foggy, and the gloom seemed to cling close around their shapely, barely-covered young curves.

“What… what happened to our mentors, anyways?” Flag Girl asked, suddenly.  She ran a hand, nervously, across the front of her little panties.

“Oh!” Specter Girl gasped, remembering.  “The gang fucked the shit out of them and left them naked for the police,” she said.  She blushed, slightly.  “I think there were eight or nine of them in total.  Not counting the cops they sucked off, to buy their silence.”

“Oh, goodness!” Flag Girl gasped.  Her little round ass squirmed rhythmically against the grimy brick wall behind her, as she bit her lip in shock.  A dribble of moisture flowed out of the crotch of her little panties, and trickled down her spectacular thigh.

“Bitches!” Python laughed, as he strutted round the corner.

The fates of their mentors immediately forgotten, the two gasping side-kicks instantly detached themselves from the wall and stood at scantily-clad attention before him.  Grinning, Python took each gorgeous young blonde’s head in his hand and, lips smirking, kissed them.  The gorgeous young white girls gasped softly at his kisses, lips quivering… but their mighty super-bodies made not the slightest attempt to resist.

“Aight, bitches,” Python said, stepping back and sneering after he’d enjoyed both adoring beauties’ quivering, worshipful young lips.  “Get those asses in gear.  Time to make me some money!”

And without any further ado he whirled and began strutting through the fog, back the way he’d come.  Gasping, and exchanging brief eyelash-fluttering glances, the noble super-beauties obediently followed him, their round and barely-covered bottoms swaying delicately in his wake.

“Here they is, boyz!” Python laughed, as he neared the back wall of the library.  “In the flesh!”  Stepping to one side the lanky and muscular thug held up one arm theatrically beside him as the two nervous, lip-biting super-sidekicks dutifully came up from behind him.  They gasped, softly, eyes going wide, as they found themselves standing before a long, long row of equally nervous, squirming young college boys.

It was quite a cross section.  Some were dweebs the two lovely young beauties would never have let lay a finger upon their bodies in a million years.  Others were fatties, or other sort of losers.  But more than a few, the two sidekicks gasped delicately to see, were hunky frat-rat types with rich parents that the two super-beauties might gladly have shared a sweaty back-seat grope session or three with, had they been properly romanced and buttered up first.  Blushes deepening behind their masks, the two appalled young ladies rapidly realized that virtually all the boys gaping up at them were ones they knew personally:  some were the two gorgeous blondes’ intensely frustrated lab partners or study-hall mates, while others, of the hunkier persuasion, were boys the girls had themselves crushed on at one point or another.

But, though they recognized them, none of the boys gaping in awe back at the two scantily-clad young heroines realized that they were looking upon the same ultra-hotties they saw and lusted after every day.

“It’s-it’s-it’s really them…” one stuttering nerd said, his eyes tracing in disbelieving awe down Flag Girl’s crotch.  Then Specter Girl’s.  Then Flag Girl’s again.  “In the f-f-flesh…”

“Tits and all,” the scuzzy boy beside him said, eyes gaping in awe at both pairs of flawless, shapely, super-bra-straining breasts jiggling before him.  He swallowed, heavily.  “I’ve… I’ve never seen such sweet jugs in my life…” he whispered… unaware that he was staring at the exact same pair, just from a more favorable angle, whose tremendous side-boob jiggling obliviously in the desk next to his was about to make him flunk Linear Algebra.

“Dammmn,” a frat boy said, lapping his chops.  “Wish I could get a slut like that.  I’d die happy man.”  He was unaware that he had gotten to second base with Specter Girls’ alter ego, briefly, before dumping her for being a ‘uptight chatty bitch’.

“Aight, college boys,” Python said, holding out his hands out and grinning.  “I brought ‘em.  Pay up.”

From their pockets, the row of twenty boys brought forth thick wads of twenties, most of them stolen from their own tuition funds.  They bit their lips, gazing at the two nervously squirming super side-kicks in awe.  But they still clutched the wads tight.  Their eyes, when they could tear them from the shapely super-bodies before them, which was rare, darted from one side to the other, half expecting Ms. Americana or Green Specter to strut in at any second and bust the lot of them.

Seeing their recalcitrance, Python merely smirked.  He turned back to his girls.

“Ladies,” he cooed at them.  “Show these boys what you’re here for.”

Flag Girl and Specter Girl blushed.  They briefly exchanged blinking, eye-lash-fluttering glances.  Then, they swallowed, and nodded.

Slowly, as the row of boys gaped and gasped in awe, the two shapely sidekicks sank down and dropped onto their knees before them.  Kneeling at the feet of the long row of awed boys, the two ultra-hot and bikini-clad blondes squirmed.  Their hands went behind their backs and clutched tight to their jutting round asses… though their fingers could not resist tugging and caressing, nervously, at their tiny super-panties.  They bit their lips… and the delicate curl of their luscious pink mouths around their little teeth instantly communicated to every single gaping boy exactly what kind of luscious heaven would await them should those opulent mouths ever moistly open again.

“Oh… fuck!” one boy finally said.  Running forward, he shoved a huge wad of bills into smirking Python’s outstretched hand.  “Here!”

“Take your pick dawg,” Python said.

The boy, a spindly nerd, gaped at the two squirming shapely young heroines in shock.  His eyes darted back and forth between them.  “I… I… can’t…”

“Ladies,” Python purred, stepping to one side, “Give this lucky one a test-lick.”

The luscious heroines whimpered… then, dropping their blushing beautiful blonde heads, they obeyed.  Before all the gaping boys they lifted their delectable and scantily-clad asses and, on hands and knees, slowly, wigglingly crawled forward until they were at their first customer’s feet.  Reaching up, they worked together, luscious young faces gasping softly behind their masks, to open up his pants and haul out a mid-sized but achingly over-erect penis.  Leaning forward, they extended their glistening tongues and swirled them lightly along his penis.

“Oh, FUCK!” the boy gasped, awed by what he was feeling.  “Oh, fuck!  I… I uh… I choose… I choose… oh, FUCK!!!”  He was too late.  Underneath their swirling sighing tongues his penis jerked, twitched, and then shot a massive gout of seed out between them and into the dark alley beyond.  Both heroines gasped in shock, rocketing back down onto their scantily-clad teen asses, and watched as his penis pumped out another streak, then another.  Finally, only a last little bit was left drooling down his tip.  Breathing deep, Flag Girl moaned softly and, feeling sorry for him, gave him a treat.  Leaning back in, she delicately wrapped her pretty lips around his limpening cock and, as he let out one last awed groan of delicious pleasure, slurped the last little bit of his cum right off his cock.

But it didn’t matter.  No sooner had he started to moan with pleasure than one boy after another after another had surged forward and fought with one another to give smirking Python their money.  Before the two heroines were even done cleaning up their first customer, a dozen more were already waiting eagerly beside him.  Moaning softly, but obeying their master and pimp, the two gorgeous young sidekicks obediently scooted further down the line, parked their panty-swelling asses at the feet of the next two boys and, opening wide, began giving them the blowjobs of their lives too.  The two boys, both classmates of theirs, were soon hooting and gasping in awe as their dicks were taken to slurping, moist, tongue-caressed heaven.

“Thanks, bitches,” Python said, grinning, and counting his huge stack of money.  He counted it three times, while, of zero interest to him, the kneeling blonde silhouettes slowly slurped and head-bobbed their way down the line of eager boys arrayed before them.  Satisifed, when they weren’t even a third of the way down the line he turned and strutted away.  “Alright, I’m out.  If you suckers want more suckin, just stuff a double-payment down the super-sluts’ bras,” he said.

Exiting the alley, the fog closed around him.  Soon, only the faint slurping sounds, and the occasional groan of a boy spending in a sweet super-mouth, told him that business was still going smoothly behind him.  Just outside the alley, along the side of the road, a brand new luxury car sat purring by the side of the road.  It had out of state plates.  The door opened up at his approach… revealing that the two sluts from the laundromat were waiting inside.

The brunette was at the wheel.  It was her daddy’s car.  At least, legally.  She wore a tiny hot-pink thong, a sweat-soaked tank top, and flip-flops.  The redhead was in back, and had opened the door.  She wore two hair scrunchies, one in her hair and one on her wrist, and not much else.

“What took so long?” the redhead whined.

“Yeaah,” the brunette whimpered.  She bounced her big bubble-shaped ass impatiently upon her leather seat.  “We were waiting for, like, a whole half hour!”

“And you’ll wait another three if I say so,” Python said.  Sliding into the car beside the redhead, he pulled the door closed behind him.  “Now where we going again?”

“Our sorority,” the brunette said.  “To pick up my friends Kaitlyn and Amber.  Remember?”

“Oh, right,” he said.  “Then drive.”

The brunette’s lips expressed a slight pout, but she still obeyed.  The car pulled out into traffic.  In the back, the redhead pulled out Python’s penis and gasped as she stroked it lightly in her little hand.  She had had it in her twice now, and was almost addicted already. 

“What was your business?” she asked, curiously, running her fingers in awe up and down his enormous pulsing veins.

“None of yours,” he said.

“Will we get to find out, someday?” she asked, eyes still glued to the towering, pre-cum oozing tip of his penis.

Tiring of conversation, instead of answering Python grabbed her head and pulled it down towards his dick.  Despite her bitchy personality the redhead obediently opened wide and, moaning in awe, slurped him down.  Her eyes spread wide, and her lips wider, as she took him deep.  Then, sighing softly, she closed her eyes and began, worshipfully, to suck.  Hand resting lightly on the back of the redhead’s gorgeous bobbing head, Python watched the brunette squirm with lust as she drove him towards some new pussy.  Laying back luxuriantly in his sea, pretty red head bobbing worshipfully in his lap, he grinned, enjoying the hot wet heaven slurping delicately up and down his massive throbbing dick.  “Trust me,” he cooed, as the redhead’s eager lips slurped wide up and down his mammoth length, again and again and again.  “You will, bitch.  You will!”

Meanwhile, back in the alley, Flag Girl and Specter Girl were still on their knees.  Their pretty faces were covered in splatters and streamers of cum from a half-dozen different boys.  Their bras, jiggling with the enormous silky-soft volume of their breasts, bulged with wads of bills that had been shoved into their straps or between the soft jostling interior curves of their giant boobies.  They moaned, blushes spreading across their delicately slurping faces.  As boy after boy ran off to drain even more of his college fund off at a nearby ATM, no matter how much they sucked and how much cum they ate the line of eagerly waiting sneakers that stretched out to the right of their kneeling and sleekly scantily-clad crotches never seemed to grow shorter.  But, eager to please their new master, they kept right on sucking, showing just as much enthusiasm with the last boy as with the first, as a very long and very sticky night began…

SUMMARY – Flag Girl, having foolishly left her costume unattended in a dryer comes back to find it in the hands of Python, a young thug.  Her identity exposed, she gives him a blowjob for its return.  After she gets busted for being turned on by the blowjob he talks her into taking him back to her dorm room for some sex.  As they lie in her bed together afterwards Specter Girl comes in backwards, babbling enough to expose herself as well before she realizes her usually celibate roommate is not alone.  The thug convinces Summer to also give it up too, making Flag Girl watch.  Then, having tied up both of his lovely young sex partners he robs their dorm room blind, makes them promise to be his whores, and leaves both foolish young heroines to lie side by side in the darkness, naked, fucked out… and desperately in love.  In a coda, the girls suck off a long row of their fellow students in a dark alley behind the student library while Python takes off to make time with even more young sluts.