Bimbo University (Closed)

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She turned to let him see, and blushed as he talked about her body so bluntly, but she didn't mind, exactly. It was exciting to be talked to that way, and even if he wasn't exactly good-looking, he was a nice guy, and besides, he was just helping her out.

"So, you don't think it looks ... you know ... slutty?" she said. She felt a little slutty wearing it, but he said guys would like it. If there was one thing she had learned this term, it was that her instincts about clothes, about boys, about romance were all wrong. She knew she could trust Chris.

Before he could answer, her phone beeped, and she glanced at the text. She frowned, and looked up at Chris.

"I just met this guy today," she said, biting her lip. She thought for a second and showed Chris the phone.

"party 11pm @ 123 4th street. b there if u want to hook up" the message read, a little picture of a sculpted gymrat in the ID.

"Is that ... normal?" she asked. "I don't know what to do. I mean, I just met him and I have classes tomorrow and...."

 

[Vagrant]

When she asked him if what she was wearing looked slutty he smiled and set his laptop aside. But before he could answer, her phone signaled that she had a text and she showed it to him.

"Come on over here and sit down." He patted the couch beside him, and put his arm around her, rubbing her thigh when she did. "Is it normal for a guy you gave your number to call you up later on and invite you to a party? Of course t's normal. That's why you gave him your number, isn't it? So he would call you up to hook up? Silly girl. And don't worry about classes tomorrow, I'm sure you'll be fine."

That taken care of, he turned his attention back to her clothes. "Now, to what you asked me first... it is a little slutty, but that's good. Guys like slutty. I don't know who told you slutty was bad, but they didn't know anything. A guy sees you dressed up like this and he'll know that you're a fun girl who wants to have a good time. He'll look at you and know that you're not ashamed of your body, that you are proud of it, like showing it off. And why wouldn't you, with your huge sexy titties and hot juicy ass. They deserve to be shown off, to be groped and adored, don't you think?"

 

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It all went against everything that she had learned. Hadn't her parents sent her to boarding school because they didn't want her to have boys around? Weren't they always telling her to be careful and act like a lady? But nobody acted like that anymore, and it felt so good when Chris played with her tits and rubbed her thighs, like he was doing now. It made her pussy itch again, even worse than before. She squeezed her thighs together but that just made it worse, and she nodded absentmindedly.

Of course she wanted to go to the party. Had she expected the guy never to get in touch when he'd been so excited to get her number?

Her parents and teachers had always taught her that boys wouldn't respect a girl who acted like a slut, and she'd never doubted that before now. Then again, she'd never known any boys before, and now that she did, one thing was painfully clear: they might or might not respect her, but boys certainly liked girls who acted like sluts.

And maybe Chris was right. Maybe it was just a way of saying she was fun. There was nothing wrong with fun. She looked at him, smiling.

"Thank you so much Chris," she said, her tits brushing against his arm as she turned towards him. "I don't know what I'd do without you to talk to about this stuff." She looked down at her big tits, nearly spilling out of her skimpy top, and smiled. "They are nice, aren't they?" she said, smiling. "Why shouldn't I be proud of them? Why shouldn't I show off my ... my big tits and juicy ass?"

 

[Vagrant]

"You're welcome Krystal. Don't forget, I was once a boarding school kid just like you. I had to learn all this stuff too. I'm just helping you do the same." He grinned at her and gave a tit a squeeze. "Now, don't you have a hook up to get ready for and a party to go to? Go show that guy what you've learned."

He wasn't quite done with molding her and her appearance yet. There was still makeup that they hadn't talked about. And he was sure that sooner or later she would come to him about sex. If not, he would have to find some other way, but he figured that wouldn't be necessary. This party might even be the one, since the guy was looking for a hook up. Krystal was starting to dress the part, but whether she would act it was still anybody's guess. Getting felt up probably wouldn't be an issue anymore, but how would she react if the guy wanted head? Or wanted to fuck her?

 

[mouthwatering]

The sky was turning pale grey ahead of the sunrise when Krystal and another girl stumbled up the driveway. Krys opened the gate that led to the back patio and the pool house. Her feet were killing her from the high heels, and she was exhausted and half drunk still, even though she had stopped drinking a few hours earlier.

The party had been fun. The guy who invited her had introduced her to a bunch of people and given her quite a few drinks. She had been feeling a little sleepy and a little sick when someone put on one of her favorite songs and she joined the couple of other people who were dancing. At first it had been hard trying to dance with guys bumping against her ass, but then she learned to lean into them and it was a lot more fun.

A different guy than the one who had invited her had started squeezing her tits while they danced, and she had been a little embarrassed, but she remembered what Chris told her and gone along with it. It had felt incredible, and even with people looking she hadn't minded.

Then the guy who invited her was pulling on her, and he and the other guy were yelling at each other. That was when the other girl had come and led Krys away, asking her what was she trying to do? Krys hadn't noticed her skirt had ridden up nearly to her waist, and the other girl straightened it and told her to put her tits back in her top. The boys were still yelling when the girl told Krys she was going to take her home.

"Want to go swimming?" Krys asked, and slid her skirt down. She stumbled trying to step out of it, and the other girl caught her before she fell. She set Krys down on one of the patio lounge chairs and sighed.

A moment later, Krys was fast asleep, and the other girl shook her head. There was only so much she could do. She rolled Krys on her side and left her there, with her skirt around her ankles.

 

[Vagrant]

He found here there, skirt hanging off of one high heel as she moved in her sleep kicking it off her legs, shortly after noon. Chris sat down next to her and grabbed one of her big tits that had come out from the bra/top she wore. "Wakey Wakey sleepy Bimbo." he sang to her. "Come on, up and at em, You've slept most of the day away now."

He pinched her nipple, trying to wake her up. When she finally did, he leaned back and smiled at her. "Looks like someone had fun at their party last night. How did it go?"

 

[mouthwatering]

"Bimbo?" she murmured, her eyes opening just a little. She closed it again as the bright sun seemed to burn her eyes. A sweet, sleepy smile spread across her face as he played with her nipple. "That you, Chris?"

She opened her eyes again, squinting and sitting up. Her breasts were exposed and his fingers were making the hot, squirmy feeling between her thighs grow more urgent. Without thinking, she slid her hand between her legs, pressing against her pussy through the skimpy thong. It felt so good, but it made it hard for her to focus on what he was saying. It was hard to focus on anything at all.

"It was fun?" she said, uncertainty making a question of her answer. "A couple of boys touched me, but then they started yelling at each other. Then I came home." She felt out of breath, and realized that she had been rubbing her hand between her legs the whole time she had been talking. She giggled, blushing that she was doing it in front of Chris, but not stopping.

 

[Vagrant]

He smiled. "That's good, Kryssi. That means they both liked you and they both wanted to show you how much they liked you." He took note of her hand rubbing between her legs and his smiled widened. His hands kept busy on her tits.

"Guys can be like that. Possessive and protective of things they like, and things they want. Including girls. Especially sexy slutty girls like you. They see someone like you, with your big titties and sexy ass, dressed to show off your body, and all they know is they want you. And anyone keeping you from them is a rival. You could let them fight it out, see who wins, be the prize they fight for, the trophy." He paused, pinching her nipples, before one of his hands slid down her body to join her's between her legs, though he didn't rub her cunt through the thong, his hand slid underneath it and started to finger her.

"Or you could try to calm things down and make things fun again by making sure they understand they can both have you. Being exclusive isn't the only way to have fun with guys, after all. You can have fun with more than one guy. It's just having fun. It's not dating, after all."

 

[mouthwatering]

Nobody calls me Kryssi. I'm not slutty. I don't dress to show my body. Guys shouldn't fight over me. I'm not a prize to be won or an object to be possessed... Krys looked up at Chris as he spoke, all those thoughts running through her head, and for a moment she wondered what she was doing, half naked with some flabby older guy fondling her breast when she was supposed to be in class.

Then his hand slipped under her thong and she squeezed her thighs together, holding it between her legs as his finger slipped inside of her. Nothing had ever felt that good, ever. She let out a fluttering whimper of pleasure as he started to slide his finger in and out, her pussy so tight he had to push to get it in, and so wet that it slid without any friction.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she gasped as it pushed in, each stroke making her hotter, wetter, more and more helpless to do anything but wallow in the pleasure he was filling her with. It was a few moments before she was able to ask what was really on her mind. "What do you mean," she gasped and it took another few seconds for her to catch her breath. "Let them both have me?"

 

[Vagrant]

He could see the moment of confusion and almost anger in her face right before he slid a finger into her pussy, but then it faded into bliss. He played with her clit with his thumb while sliding one finger in and out of her tight cunt over and over again.

"What do I mean?" he asked casually as he fingered her. "Well, you were going to that party knowing full well that a guy was going to want to get his hands all over your big sexy tits, and both of those guys clearly wanted to be that guy. So why not let both of them? Either one at a time, or together... it really makes no difference. And like I said, it's not like you're dating one of them, right? You're just at a party and having fun. It's not wrong to have fun with people, is it?"

He was fingering her faster now. "So there really should be no reason why you can't have fun with more than one guy. One could show his affection for you by playing with your tits, while the other could fondle your sexy ass. Both things you're proud of and know that guys like... And it's what you went there for, right?"

 

[mouthwatering]

When his thumb slid over her clit, she almost died. Her whole body lifted up off the lounge chair and then fell back, and she couldn't breathe for a moment as she shock of pleasure whipped through her. He kept talking, calmly, as though she weren't helplessly writhing with pleasure and practically hyperventilating.

It was so hard to think, and all she could do was listen. She had never seen herself the way he was describing her, but what he was saying made a certain amount of sense. She had dressed to show off her body, and she was proud of it. Though she felt like it had been his idea for her to dress that way. And he had told her that guys would like her if she let them play with her tits. He had been right about that, it seemed. Now he was suggesting that she let two guys play with her at once, and she knew she should be shocked, even repulsed by the idea, but she couldn't think why. She didn't have a boyfriend, after all, why shouldn't she play with more than one guy?

"I just went...." But she couldn't remember why she had gone. "To make them like me," she was breathless and shuddering with pleasure, her pussy gripping his finger in an iron hard grip as she came close to climaxing. "I just want them to like me."