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THE DESCENT OF RUTH
by Art West

Chapter 3 of 6
The Rest of my Freshman Year (MF,M+F)

In spite of that wild weekend with Gary and Simon at the
'hothouse', I did not immediately sink into a round of promiscuous
orgies.  Gary, in fact, left shortly afterwards for an extended
overseas tour, and I never saw him again.  I fantasized from time
to time about being naked in front of a lot of men, but my sexual
activities were largely limited to going with Andy and Bill.  The
relaxed dormitory rules gave me more time with them, while the
weekend's activities broke the ice with me (although they never
knew what I had gotten up to), so that within a week I was fucking
both of them.

Andy was the first of the two.  On the Wednesday, we had a date. 
We had supper at a Mexican restaurant.  When we were done, Andy
asked me what I'd like to do .... a movie or what?  He nearly fell
through the floor when I suggested: "Why don't we just go back to
your room, and make out?".  He grabbed my hand and almost dragged
me back to his room.  Like Anita, I found it quite a turn-on when
his dorm-mates saw me going to his room for obvious reasons.

As soon as we were inside the door, Andy was all over me, pulling
me down on to his bed as he tore at my clothes.  I am pretty sure
that this was Andy's first experience (although he never admitted
to it).  I had to help him unfasten both my bra and skirt, as he
was so nervous that his hands shook almost uncontrollably.  It was
fortunate that I already had some experience, but it was very
difficult to slow him down.  He found a condom in his bed-side
drawer, but I had to help him get it on to his shaft.  As soon as
it was on, he threw himself on to me, frantically thrusting his
rigid tool against me without being able to find my slit at all. 
Once more, I had to help by grabbing his dick and guiding it into
my waiting hole.  Once in, however, it only took about half-a-dozen
thrusts before a came with a groaned "Oh god, not so soon ... it's
already all over".  As we fell apart, I was able to take more
control.  I gently stroked his chest, and as he relaxed a little
started to nibble at his ear, and then ran my lips down his neck on
to his chest to suck at his little nipples.  Slowly, he started to
respond, and he began caressing my breasts.  I drew his head down
to my tits and let him nurse on them for a while, enjoying the
sensation.  I moved his hand in to my crotch, and guided his
fingers to rub my clit with his thumb as he inserted two fingers up
my cunt.

As I started to become aroused, and had some first mini-orgasms, I
held his hand to my pussy as I ran a series of kisses across his
chest and tummy down to his crotch.  I pulled the frenchie off of
his cock and licked it clean.  By now he was again fully erect, but
less anxious and frantic.  I turned him on to his back, fitted a
fresh rubber on to his cock, and straddled him as I inserted it
back into my pussy.  Now I was fully in control of the process, as
I rose and I rode him to my time.  The deep penetration of his by
now fully engorged member quickly brought me to a full climax.  I
slowed my rocking for a while as Andy groaned out his pleasure, and
then increased the tempo to a second climax.  In this way, I teased
him on the edge of coming for probably 20 minutes as I reached
numerous orgasms (probably making enough noise to leave his friends
in no doubt as to what we were doing).  When he eventually came, it
was to ecstatic relief for both of us.

As I dropped down to lie beside him with my head on his chest, in a
sense of deep fulfilment, he sighed "Jesus, God, Ruth, that was
incredible .... you are marvellous", as he stroked my hair.  We
drifted off to sleep as we lay contentedly in each others' arms. 
When I awoke with a start, it was already 11.30; I hastily dressed,
kissed him a quick goodnight, and had to rush back to my dorm which
I reached with less than 5 minutes to spare.

The first time with Bill was a few days later on the next Friday. 
He took me to a movie.  I had worn a loose top with no bra, so that
Bill had easy access to my boobs as we cuddled in the theatre. 
Before long, he had his other hand up my short skirt and his
fingers in my cunt, while I unzipped the front of his trousers and
was stroking his erection through his shorts.  Soon, both of us
were struggling, rather ineffectively, to control our moans, much
to the annoyance of other people in the theatre, some of whom were
giving us really dirty looks.  About 30 minutes into the movie,
Bill whispered hoarsely in my ear: "The movie's not that great ...
shall we go some place else?".  I nodded my head and we quickly
slipped out of our seats and out of the theatre.  We headed towards
the house which Bill shared with three other students.  Two of his
housemates were in the living room watching a video as we crashed
in through the door.  From the glimpse I had of it, the video was
definitely of the XXX-rated variety, and I think the two guys were
a little embarrassed to be caught at it, but we rushed by with
hardly a greeting into Bill's room, slamming the door behind us. 
Over the next hour, I guess his roommates heard more screams from
Bill's room than from their XXX-video!  As soon as we had our
clothes off, we were in a 69 position with me on top.  Bill
alternately tongue-fucked me and sucked on my clit, while inserting
first one and then two fingers up my ass-hole.  I licked all round
his penis and testicles, rubbing the base of his cock with my
hands, every now and then taking as much of his length into my
mouth and throat as I could.

I was not surprised when Bill shot his load quite quickly.  It
happened as I was licking down the side of his cock, so that the
first shot went along my cheek and into my hair, before I could get
my mouth over the end to swallow down the rest of his jism.  But in
spite of having come himself, Bill continued with his ministrations
to my cunt and asshole, so that I continued to have a number of
further orgasms.  During this time, I nursed on his wilting member,
taking it fully into my mouth at this stage.  In time, it began to
harden again.  As it reached full-strength once more, Bill moved me
on to my back, and stood up.  "Should I find a rubber?", he asked
me.  "Oh, bloody hell, I'll trust you that you have nothing
infectious, and I'm on the pill ..... Just fuck me bareback".  That
was obviously quite a turn-on for Bill, as he threw himself on me,
taking time to suck for a while on each of my titties, before
moving up to bury himself to the hilt in my by now very juicy cunt. 
We thrust against each other with ever increasing force and tempo,
and I hardly noticed the screams issuing from my mouth as I
orgasmed again, and again and again.  Only when Bill had come
again, and we lay in post-coital relaxation, did I realize what a
performance we must have been giving to his housemates.  When I had
to slip out to the bathroom for a piss and clean-up, I saw them in
the corridor and they gave me a broad grin.

We managed it once more that night with me on top, before Bill had
to get me back to the dorm.

This largely became the pattern for most of the remainder of my
first year at college.  I generally went out with Bill and Andy two
or three times a week, which always ended up with a fuck in their
rooms or in a car one of the popular make-out points.  On
occasions, I and one of them would double date with Anita and Simon
over a weekend spent with Aunt Carol, who was happy to give us
rooms for the night.  We never switched partners, as we had done
with Gary and Simon, however ... I don't think Andy or Bill could
have coped with that.   I enjoyed fucking with them very much, and
this seemed to satisfy my needs at that time.  I did have times of
fantasizing over involvement in gang-bangs, but at this stage I
still had some residual concern for my reputation around campus. 
The only negative at this time was that both Andy and Bill
continually pressured me to "go steady" with them, and became sulky
at times when I tried to explain that I couldn't tie myself down to
one man at this time.  But this was a minor irritation for these
months.

During the winter recess, when I spent three weeks back home, I did
realize that I was becoming addicted to sex, however.  Just a few
days without a fuck, and I was an irritable bundle of nerves, which
even frequent masturbation did little to relieve.  David and I
managed only a couple of "quickies" during the whole vacation.  It
was a cold winter, so we were not able to use the excuse of a drive
into the country, and we were hardly ever on our own.  For my first
week back in college, I think I totally exhausted both Andy and
Bill.  They should have been thankful that I wasn't "going steady"
with either of them!

Just before the end of the spring semester, my life went through
another major transition.  For the last few weeks of the semester,
in order to prepare us for living in a less secure environment in
our next college year, some of our restrictions were further
relaxed.  For Friday and Saturday nights we could get a key to
allow us to come in at any time, simply by signing in a book (with
the key to be dropped into a box when we returned).  Andy invited
me to go with him to a party on the Saturday before the last week
of the semester..  It was to be a spring fancy dress party, and
couples were supposed to come in outfits representative of some
nationality, tribe, etc.  We decided on Hawaiian for some reason,
but we didn't really coordinate what we were going to wear.  I
asked Anita for some advice and help.  We managed to find a shop
that stocked a fairly realistic looking grass skirt of some
synthetic material.  It was pretty revealing; as I moved, my legs
would show through to upper thigh.  I then also bought a cheap
white bikini to wear with the  grass skirt.  The top was strapless
and so narrow that the bottom swells of my tits were visible, to
say nothing of the cleavage shown on top.  Anita, who was quite
handy with needlework, worked some artificial flowers on to the
cups so that from the front it looked like my breasts were just
covered by flowers.

As I examined the final effect in the mirror, my pussy tingled when
I saw how much I would be exposing to others at the party.  The
only trouble was that I could hardly be seen leaving the dorm
looking like that, so I had to find a simple dress that I could
slip on over my costume.  Andy arrived to pick me up, in nothing
more imaginative than Hawaiian shorts and shirt, but with two leis,
one of which he gave me.  He seemed rather taken aback by my
apparent lack of costume, but when I whispered to him that I had
something more appropriate underneath, he looked interested.  But
he was more than interested when, once we were on the road, I
slipped out of the dress to reveal my outfit.  He gasped, and
nearly crashed the car, gulping out "Jesus, Ruth,  you can't go out
in public like that!" ..... but I noticed his shorts tenting out as
his erection grew.  Cheekily, I rubbed his protrusion, and grinned:
"Well, if you like it so much, I'm sure the others will too!"  I
also kicked off my sandals, as it seemed that barefoot better
suited my costume.

There was no doubt that I was a hit at the party.  I had guys round
me from the start, but Andy kept close to my side, and managed to
keep me off the dance floor for the more energetic dances, while
making sure he danced with me for the slow dances.  After a while I
started getting pissed off with his possessive attitude.  As a
result, I probably drank more than I ought to have, which loosened
my inhibitions further, so that I wanted to do something
outrageous, just to shock Andy.  Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice
"Well if it isn't little Ruth!".  I turned, and saw this rather
older bearded guy whom I couldn't immediately place, and then
suddenly it clicked: It was Ted who had 'won' me at the 'hothouse'
party many months earlier, but the beard was new.  He laughed: "are
you sure you gave me my full prize the last time?", to which I
actually felt myself blushing, which increased Ted's amusement.

Andy had gone to the bathroom, so when Ted asked me to dance I
happily joined him.  Andy did not look pleased when I returned, and
especially when I asked Ted to join us for a drink.  After a bit of
flirting, Ted said to me: "Your outfit is not really authentic. 
Unmarried Polynesian girls do not hide their breasts.  They are
displayed to the young men to prove what good mothers they'd make".

My intoxication and irritation with Andy got the better of me.  To
Ted I said: "So you think I should remove my top", as I reached
behind to undo the clasp.  I was intending to do more than loosen
the top slightly as a joke, before fastening again, but Andy
growled at me: "For goodness sake, Ruth, don't play stupid games". 
That really pissed me off, with the result that I jerked harder at
the clasp than I had intended, and it broke right off, so that I
was now going to stay bare-breasted, whether Andy liked it or not. 
I flung the now useless top across the room, where one of the other
guys caught it, presumably as a souvenir.  I dissolved into a fit
of giggles at the look on Andy's face as he sat back in a complete
sulk.  I jumped up, grabbed Ted's hand, and said "let's dance".  So
there I was, dancing to a really wild number, with my naked breasts
bouncing for all to see.

It wasn't long before Ted had worked me towards the door, and out
into the mild spring night air.  We kissed for a while, and he then
took me by the end and led me to a van that advertised some sort of
photographic studio.  That was Ted's profession apparently, and
this was his van.  He opened the backdoor, and helped me in,
pulling the door closed behind him.  The interior of the van was
padded with mattresses, and I dropped on to the floor, holding out
my arms to Ted.  He quickly reached under my grass skirt and
removed the bikini bottom which he threw to one side, with the
words "Also definitely not authentic", at which my giggles started
again .... I just was in a giggly mood that night.  Ted drew my
legs apart, and bent down to start caressing my clit and pussy lips
with his tongue.  The rubbing of his beard across my thighs and on
my labia was slightly ticklish, but that helped to heighten the
exquisite sensations caused by the ministrations of his tongue and
lips to my pubic area.  I was soon writhing and moaning in total
ecstasy, as I used my hands to push his head ever harder into my
crotch.  But after some five minutes of this, I just had to have my
pussy filled with something more substantial.  I pulled under Ted's
shoulders to lift him towards me: "Oh, god, Ted, I need you to fuck
me .... NOW .... and real hard .... PLEASE".

Ted obliged!  Quickly shedding his trousers and undershorts, he
kneeled between my outstretched and eagerly willing legs, rubbing
his glans teasingly teasingly around my labia and clit.  I tried to
thrust towards him: "PLE-E-E-ASE, shove it in" I almost screamed at
him.  Tantalizingly, he inserted an inch or so of his cock into my
hole, and then withdrew it.  "Damn you", I cried, "don't stuff
around ... SHOVE IT IN .... FUCK ME .... TICKLE MY UTERUS".  He
drew back one more time, and then shoved hard in right up to the
hilt so that our pubic bones ground together.  Almost immediately I
had an orgaasm.  "A-a-a-a-hhhhhh ..... E-e-e--e-e-e ..... fuck me
.... fuck me".  By now anyone outside could here me, and the van
started rocking as Ted started a rhythmic pumping in and out.  I
must have come for the third time, when suddenly the door of the
van was flung open.

Andy stood there.  "Ruth how could you?! ... With a man old enough
to be your father!".  In spite of being wracked by orgasms, I
started giggling again at this show of outrage.  Ted grunted out:
"You'll have to wait in line, bud.  There's no way I can stop
now!".  "There's plenty of me to go round", I agreed, "I don't wear
out easily".

But Andy was having none of this: "You filthy, immoral slut", he
cried out almost in tears.  "You fucking whore ... you don't think
I could make love to you when you've sold yourself to another man
...... that's disgusting!".  With that he slammed the door, but so
hard that it just bounced open  again.  Out of one corner of my eye
and mind, I saw that he was brandishing my discarded bikini bottom,
but I was by now in such sexual frenzy that I couldn't care about
who saw me or what happened to my clothes.  Ted and I thrust
passionately against each other as we both came in a final climax.

When we were done, and had recovered our breath, Ted helped me out. 
There was definitely no sign of my bikini bottom, so we went back
into the party with me now clad only in my grass skirt, to look for
Andy.  But it was soon clear that he had left, and a quick check
showed that his car was gone.  This meant, of course, that the
dress and sandals in which I had left the dorm were  gone with him,
while my bikini top and bottom were also nowhere to be seen. 
Fortunately, I had the tiny purse strapped to my wrist, in which I
had my key and some money ..... but how would I get back into the
dorm like this?  Ted, however, had a solution: I could return with
him to his apartment, where he was sure he could find jeans and a
t-shirt that should fit me.  But Ted seemed to be in no great hurry
to leave the party.  He encouraged me to circulate and dance more
in my nearly naked state, and seemed to get as much of a kick out
of my exhibitionism as I did ... for I was starting to get turned
on again exposing my tits and occasionally flashing my pussy during
more energetic dances.

After about an hour of this, Ted guided me towards a couch in a
darkened corner of the room.  He sat, and pulled me down to sit
astride him with my knees on either side.  We were soon french-
kissing as he fondled my breasts.  Soon I drew his head down to my
breast and urged him to suckle on my engorged nipples, no longer
caring much who could see us.  I felt his hands moving under my
skirt.  I thought he was about to finger my cunt, but suddenly I
felt the rough material of his trousers being drawn away, and I was
resting on naked skin.  The next moment, his cock was pressing
urgently at my pussy lips.  "What the hell are you doing?", I
whispered fiercely at him.  "Fucking you, of course", was the
obvious reply.

"But everyone will be able to see us", I muttered, trying to
wriggle away, but by now I was impaled, and once more there was
that delightful feeling of a friendly cock stretching my vaginal
walls.  "So what?", said Ted as he started to piston away.  And my
hormones took over as I thrust back at him.  We did not take very
long to come, but sure enough I heard a female voice gasping out
behind me: "Jesus, mercy, look at those two, they're bonking right
here!".  As I felt the rush of Ted's semen into me, I realized that
we must have had an audience of at least half-a-dozen.

As soon as Ted's manhood had wilted enough to slide out of my hole,
he reached down and fastened his trousers again.  We then left the
party more-or-less immediately.  Back at his apartment, we made
slow languid love for about an hour before Ted took me back to the
dormitory as the sky was already lightening in the east.  On the
way, I made some comment about losing the dress, mentioning that I
had so little of my allowance for the year left that I couldn't
replace it.  Ted then asked me whether I had ever done any
photographic modelling, as I could easily earn quite a bit that
way.  "Nude modelling?", I asked him.  "Of course", he replied. 
Suddenly, I was intrigued, as my pussy started to tingle, and I
indicated a little nervously that I may be interested.  We agreed
that on the following afternoon, after I had had a good sleep, he
would take me to his studio (which was under his apartment) for a
trial shoot.

So a few hours later, there I was naked in his studio.  Ted paid me
$100, saying that normally I could get much more per session, but
that he would compile a portfolio of good shots which he could make
available to other photographers looking for models.  He also had
me sign a release, allowing him to use the photographs for
advertising and for publication in magazines.  I suppose that I was
a little surprised to find that he had two assistants: Stella, a
woman of about 40 who did my make-up and hair, and Ernie, an 18-
year-old guy who helped set up lights and so on.  He also produced
blocks of ice from time to time to rub on my nipples to get them
standing out.  But it was Ted who directed the shoot from start to
finish.  He had me dress in a few different sets of lingerie and
bikinis, each time taking shots as I gradually stripped them off. 
Then we got down to the nude pictures.  Most poses had my legs wide
open.  After a while, he instructed me to play with myself, and
then to hold my lips as wide open as I could.

At this point, Stella produced a huge vibrator which I inserted
deeply into my cunt for a few more shots, while Ted also took a few
close-ups of my pussy gaping wide open just after the vibrator was
removed.  By this time, my hormones were raging!  I shoved the
vibrator back in and fucked myself with it, driving myself to an
exhilarating orgasm, no longer caring about the audience.  Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw Ted signal something to Ernie who
quickly stripped and came across to me, with his impressively long
cock rigid and gently curving upwards.  As Ted snapped away, Ernie
threw himself on to me and started fucking me.  Stella called out
suggestions for Ernie to raise himself up to give clearer pictures
of his shaft filling my pussy, and for me to alternately rub my
clit and massage his balls.  Within a few minutes, Ernie was ready
to come.  "Pull out!", shouted Ted.  Ernie did so, and moved round
to shove his cock into my mouth, as he took the vibrator and pushed
it back into my cunt.  Within seconds, he erupted.  Some of his cum
shot down my throat, and the rest covered my cheeks, hair and tits,
as Ted took his last few photographs.

"Well", said Ted, "that was more than I hoped for on a first
shoot!".

When I returned from cleaning myself up, he continued: "You are an
absolutely natural porn star!  I can get you a lot of money next
semester (I don't suppose that you're available for the summer?),
if you can make some videos for a group that I work with".  I was
nervous, hesitant, and probably rather embarrassed (now that my
passion had subsided) to commit myself to anything at this stage,
but something inside me said I would do it.  This was reinforced
when Ted gave me an additional $100.  This was an easy way to make
money!

Although by this stage most classes and examinations were over, I
remained in the dormitory until the last possible minute, namely to
the following Saturday.  I did not want to rush home to the
restrictive environment, as I knew abstinence from sex would drive
me crazy.  But, in fact, it seemed until the last day that I was
not going to get much anyway!  Andy, of course, had disappeared and
I saw no more of him.  Ted left for another town on the Monday.  I
had a quickie with Bill on the Tuesday night before he left.  Anita
left on Thursday morning after being out all night with Simon.  By
Friday morning, I was desperate!  Fortunately, before I did
something really crazy, Simon called round to see me mid-morning. 
He was going to be moving into the `hothouse' for the next year,
and had already been allocated a room.  There, was a small party
there that night ... would I like to come?  "Wouldn't I just!!". 
So, a little after 9.00pm that night, I was back at the scene of my
first college sexual adventures.  There were, however, relatively
few people there   perhaps about 15 guys and no more than half-a-
dozen girls.  We must have been there around an hour and a half --
some drinking, some dancing -- when someone put a porn video on the
machine.  Sitting next to Simon, I was rapidly getting turned on,
and when after no more than 20 minutes, he suggested we go to his
room, I was more than enthusiastic.

About half an hour later, as we relaxed after a pretty energetic
fuck, I became aware of a lot of male laughter and some loud female
shrieks (which had probably earlier hidden our noisy love-making). 
Gradually it seemed that some guests were leaving, and the noise
died down, to be replaced by a low murmur of male voices and a few
isolated guffaws.  In the ensuing quiet, Simon and I started
caressing each other again, becoming increasingly aroused.  I
wrapped my legs around his back as he plunged his dick into me,
thrusting deeply into my well-lubricated pussy.  As I approached
yet another orgasm, I started yelling "Yes ..... yes ..... fuck
....me .... fuck .... fuck, screw me good ..... ahhhhhh".  Simon
was just about to come, when the bedroom door burst open, and two
or three male bodies crowded into the room.  One of them called
back through the door: "Hey guys, hope is not lost, there's still a
bitch in heat here".   The next moment, about 8 to 10 more guys
piled into Simon's room, chanting "we want pussy ... we want pussy
.... we want pussy".  At this point, Simon was climaxing.  As his
jerks subsided, he was unceremoniously pulled away from me, and one
of the other guys took his place between my legs, dropping his
trousers as he did so.  He slammed his cock into me, and started
humping, giving a running commentary to his mates: "This is prime
pussy .... what a cunt!  Oh fuck, this feels good .... Come on
slut, gimme what you've got!".  I was vaguely aware of Simon
ineffectually trying to protest, but it was hopeless.  He could
hardly be heard above the cheers of the of the others.  So it was
happening ... I was being gang-banged ..... I was going to be
"pulling a train" as 10 or 12 guys just used me as spunk dump.

For the next couple of hours, my vagina was continually filled by
cock after cock; some short some long; some thick, some thin. 
While one cock was buried in my cunt, there were usually a couple
of others being rubbed across my face, mouth and tits.  I'm sure
every guy had me at least twice, and that even Simon (no doubt
believing that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em) had another go,
although to be honest, it soon became a blur.  The combination of
the continual stimulation of my clit and cunt, and the sensation of
just being used had me in an almost trancelike state, and I knew I
wished it would never end.  I had become a sex addict.

I awoke to sun streaming in through the window.  Simon was still
sleeping next to me.  My pussy felt swollen and bruised.  Semen was
leaking out down my legs and my face, hair and tits were caked with
dried cum.  I looked at the time; I had a bus to catch home in less
than three hours.  I shook Simon awake, and had a quick shower.  We
couldn't find any of my clothes, so Simon gave me a t-shirt and a
pair of shorts before driving me back to the dorm.  I was able to
slip inside undetected (as there were very few students still
left).

Later in the day, still with aching pussy, but now dressed in a
very modest blouse and skirt, I was welcomed back home. 


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