heavyandhorny1

No dead, sleeping, lol. I haven't felt like writing in awhile. Someday I will continue it. It would be nice if there were OTHER stories to read though.

I don't know what threads were shut down, but maybe it's because this is kind of "stretching" the throat?

**It's been awhile but I am back and posting Chapter 6 here now. I will be working on Chapter 7 soon but it will go up on my Patreon first. (patreon.com/heavyandhorny) I hope you enjoy it and please give me any feedback. Thanks!* The next few days were hard. Not only were my holes still recovering, my mind was running wild with thoughts on what Friday night would bring. The days and nights were fairly uneventful, I went to class, came home, masturbated. Of course I fisted my cunt and asshole every day, but with plenty of lube and not nearly as rough as before. I didn’t want to lose my stretch, but also wanted my holes to not be in pain all the time. By the time Friday came I was a wreck with nervousness and excitement. My pussy felt like it was dripping non-stop all day and I had to make multiple trips to the bathrooms at school to either get off, clean up, or a combination of both. It was a long day of classes and group projects and while I didn’t really want to do them, at least it kept me occupied and my mind off 9pm that night. I got home around 7pm and went up to my room. I was way too nervous to eat and just fell on to my bed and turned on the TV. I tried as hard as I could to relax but my mind kept going to the upcoming meeting. What was going to happen? Who would be there? Just Erica and Megan? Others? Why did we have to meet in the basement? Was I being tested? Thought after thought ran through my head as I laid there, my hand gently rubbing my soaking pussy as the minutes ticked by. It was 8:45pm and I decided I should at least get ready. I had no idea what to wear so I just put on a thong, jeans and a tank top. It was my first time wearing jeans all week and subconsciously maybe it was some kind of layer of protection. My heart was beating faster as I looked at my phone, 8:50pm. Leaving my room I walked down the stairs, I was feeling a little light headed if I’m honest. The week of nervousness, excitement, and lack of eating due to those two things were taking effect. The good news was the jeans were no longer tight. Small victories I guess. I finally reached the basement and went into the back room. My brain immediately went into overdrive. Erica was standing near the centre table adjusting some machines that were attached. I had no idea what they were but I was definitely getting worried. She was wearing what looked like her regular school attire, black heels, stockings, a tight knee length skirt and a white blouse, however now the sleeves were rolled up. Sitting in one of the chairs in the room was Megan. Her eyes were on me as I walked in. She stood up revealing her outfit of a white micro bikini and sky high stripper heels. It seemed like an odd outfit for the situation, but she looked amazing. I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. “Well hello Julie,” Erica said, turning from the table and looking me over. “Ummm… hi…” the nervousness was pouring through my voice. “How are you this evening?” “I’m… uhhh… good…” I stammered back. “Well good… we need to talk. So why don’t you take a seat for a minute?” Erica motioned to an open lounge chair. I moved over to it and sat down, my legs together, my hands on my knees, scared, nervous, excited. “So, let me just get right to it. The Sorority needs to raise some money. It’s something we do from time to time to ensure that we can continue offering our… exclusive activities,” Erica started, I smiled. “We have an event coming up next Saturday and I suggested that you would be a perfect participant to help show off what we do, and to help us raise the most money.” I looked at her a little in shock, “oh… OK.” “It’s up to you if you want to do this of course, but from what I’ve heard from Megan it seems like you’d not only be the perfect fit for this event, but that you would also enjoy it very much,” Erica added. I looked over at Megan and gave her a knowing glance before turning back to Erica. “Ummm… what would I have to do exactly?” I asked before glancing past her to the table set up with whatever it was. “Well, basically whatever the patrons want you to do. Essentially you will be a sex toy for them to use that evening… but don’t worry we will be there to watch and make sure nothing untoward happens. You will be safe, I promise.” I believed her. Something about her put me at ease. Something about her made me want to do what she said. I took a minute to collect my thoughts before answering. “Well… I guess… OK. I mean it does sound like fun!” “Great! Really really great! I’m sure you will love it,” Erica said with a smile. “Now I will warn you it will probably be pretty intense as the patrons will want to see what you are capable of. That’s actually why I asked you to meet me here tonight. In order for you to be ready for next weekend’s event you need some further training.” “Oh… well OK…” I was now past the nervous stage and fully excited. My pussy was wet as I thought about all of the things that people might get me to do next weekend. I imagined myself getting fisted in all of my holes while everyone watched, getting stretched out like the slut that I was. “Great… well are you ready to get started?” Erica asked, shifting her stance a little. “Absolutely!” I said with a giant smile. I stood up from my seat and was ready for whatever came next. “Well first things first, strip please,” Erica stated. I slipped my shoes off and my socks, leaving them beside the chair before undoing my jeans and pushing them down, stepping out of them and folding them. Next my panties were removed and finally my thank top, everything placed on the chair, my naked body now on display. “Hmmmm very nice Julie, I can see that you have lost some weight just like I said,” Erica said. I blushed, it felt weird, I wanted to stand up for myself, but I didn’t. I took the complement and kept it, I was skinnier, that was good, my brain was submissive mush. “Now, we need to get you prepared for training, so Megan please help Julie get ready while I finish setting up,” Erica said, turning her attention back to the table. I walked over to Megan with a huge smile on my face, “hey,” I said. “Hey you,” she said back with an equally big smile. I followed her into the large shower and watched as she turned on the water. Her bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination, not that I needed to imagine what was underneath. Within a few seconds the water was a nice warm temperature. Megan switched the output so it was coming from a small nozzle obviously meant for one purpose. “OK, bend over,” Megan said. I did as I was told, bending at the waist. I felt the cold metal tip start to probe my ass as Megan began to push the hose in. Of course my hole opened right up and allowed her to push the whole nozzle in without any issues. “Ready?” she asked. “Yes.” I felt my ass and then my bowels began to fill up with warm water. The stream was slow enough so we could gauge when I was full. Eventually it turned off, the nozzle was removed and we waited. I sat down in the shower and rubbed my pussy as I waited. Megan watched me while standing, her heels making it hard to maneuver. Our eyes locked as I continued to play with myself, slowly pushing two then three fingers into my pussy. “OK, get up and push,” Megan said as if a timer had gone off. I got up from my position and stood near the large drain, pushing my ass out and relaxing. My enema full of brown water and shit came flying out splattering on the floor before being washed away by the running water. “Mmmmmm” I moaned. It felt amazing being so full and then releasing the pressure. I ran my hand down my ass and then around to my pussy. “One more time,” Megan said as she lined the nozzle up with my ass again. I pushed my ass out so she could slide it in nice and easily. This time she pushed it further and I could feel the hose start to slide into my hole a few inches. The water filled me again and I savoured the feeling of being filled up. Once done I immediately got down on my hands and knees, lowering my head to the floor, letting gravity work the water deeper into my bowels. My legs were spread wide and I brought my fingers back up to my pussy, rubbing my soaking slut hole. I turned my head to the side to see Megan standing there rubbing her own pussy through her bikini. “Megan…” I said in soft tone. “Ya?” “Please fist my pussy…” I moaned. I saw her smile as she carefully walked over to me, she leaned over and immediately inserted four fingers into my cunt, on the next thrust five fingers, and on the third her whole fist. I didn’t need to be warmed up anymore, my sluthole was so used a fist fit immediately. It was who I was now, and I loved it. In the corner of my eye I could see Erica leaning against the wall, watching, smiling, all while Megan began to sink her fist deeper into my cunt while my ass was full of my enema. I felt so full, but also so needed, I wanted more. “Empty yourself…” Erica said from outside the shower. The look I gave her asked, “now?” She nodded her head and I pushed out my ass, Megan’s fist staying in my pussy. I could feel the liquid working its way through me until it finally exploded out of my ass, it flew up in the air and landed on my back and dribbled down onto my head. It was so gross, so disgusting, but I wanted more of it. I pushed myself back harder onto Megan’s fist as my ass opened again and another spray of enema flew over me. Suddenly my head was laying in a puddle of my own filth. It wasn’t dark like the first time, this was lighter, more like an after wash, but still, I knew what it was. It pooled under my cheek. My breathing was hard. “Taste it…” Erica said. My eyes went wide as I looked over at her. She had her skirt hiked up and her hand was rubbing her cunt inside her panties. I couldn’t resist her. My tongue extended from my mouth and I tasted the dirty liquid under my face. I felt like I was going to be sick at first, but pushed on. The taste was terrible, I couldn’t even describe it, but I was so turned on, so consumed by lust I didn’t stop, I couldn’t stop. “FUCCCCKKKK!!!” I yelled out as an orgasm overcame me out of nowhere. The fact that I did the most repulsive thing of my life just pushed me over the edge. I shook as I collapsed on the shower floor. It took me a few minutes to finally force myself up. My legs were shaky but I did it. I hadn’t even left the shower and I still had my training to do, whatever that was. I squatted and pushed out the rest of the liquid in my bowels before Megan helped me shower, washing away all of the filth I was covered in. I excited the shower area into the main room again, Megan following closely behind me. On the table was a pair of white thigh high socks and a pair of pink extremely tall heels. “Well Julie, that was quite a… start,” Erica said with a chuckle, “are you ready to get started on your training now?” “Yes!” I said. I was so excited. The orgasm I had in the shower did nothing to slow me down, if anything it turned me on more. “Good. Now I’d like you to put on the socks and shoes. You’ll need to be comfortable wearing them at least a little bit for next weekend.” I didn’t say anything, but I was a little scared. The heels looked dangerous, and I wasn’t used to wearing any heels to begin with. I sat on the table and slid the socks on before Megan helped me with the heels. “Holy shit these are high,” I said as I started to move around the room, holding Megan’s hand, or the table, or both, trying to get used to the sensation of having this little control over my steps. Each click on the ground made my heart jump again. Eventually I started to get the hang of it. I wasn’t great, but I was able to walk around slowly without any support. Progress. “OK, that’s enough practice for today. But, I want you to practice every day so you’re ready for the event next weekend, OK?” Erica said, looking at me. I just nodded back in agreement as I continued to focus on not falling. “Now, Julie, please get up on the table on your hands and knees,” she followed. I did as I was told, sitting down before swinging my legs up on to the table trying not to hit anything with my heels. Once in position I waited and watched Erica move one of the machines in front of me and screwed on a somewhat thin long dildo. I wasn’t really sure what was going to happen but I was ready for it regardless. “So Julie, one of the holes you need to get used to using is your throat. We need to remove your gag reflex as much as possible and make you able to take big long toys deep, over and over and over. Does that sound like something you want?” Erica asked very officially. The way she talked and asked questions made me want to do anything she wanted. It was so calm and secure, it was just the way it was, what was going to happen, there was no over the top language or swearing. It was just the facts. “Yes… god yes…” I said out in a sultry tone. I never really played with my throat too much, but I knew it needed to be another stretched out hole. “Good. Now this machine is going to start to move the dildo back and forth OK?” Erica started. As she spoke I could feel Megan place straps over my legs and hands that were holding me up. Then I saw a metal rod get attached to the table and a collar put around my neck, locking me into place. Suddenly I started to panic. “It has a sensor that will tell when the resistance in your throat has lowered and then it will move further in, OK?” I just nodded. I was in shock. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to stop this half way through, I was stuck now, I was going to be forced to continue. Thoughts of getting out, of leaving were running through me. Did I want to be forced like this? I tried moving but couldn't move more than an inch or two either way. My heart was pumping through my body. I watched in silent horror as Erica moved the machine in front of me and turned it on. The dildo moved slowly towards my mouth. I opened as I didn’t have a choice and it moved deeper into my mouth. Immediately I started to gag as 4 inches pushed into my mouth. It seemed to sense the issue and pulled out before moving slowly back in again, I gagged and it pulled out. Was this what my training was going to be like? Luckily I felt some hands run up my exposed ass and caress me. Just feeling MEgan’s fingers on my skin immediately made me feel better. I tried to focus on her hands instead of my throat. I closed my eyes and let the toy continue to move in and out of my throat. The more I relaxed the less I gagged. The machine slowed before pushing further into my throat, 5 inches now. My gagging returned. I felt like I was going to vomit at any minute but the machine never stopped. In and out, in and out, in and out. Megan’s tongue found my pussy and started to play with my clit, relaxing me further. I would have moaned if I could but the dildo in my throat made any real sounds impossible. I felt her push three fingers into my loose hole right away, fucking me hard and fast. She pushed me a little further into the dildo in my throat and it didn’t stop, 7 inches now buried itself in my mouth. The more she played with my cunt the more turned on I got, and the more turned I got the more I wanted to be destroyed. My body started to rock as much as it could back on to Megan’s fingers and forward onto the toy ripping my throat apart. Before I knew it Megan had her hole fist in my cunt and was fucking me hard while her tongue was now working my my ass. My cunt juice was running down my thighs as my body was overloaded with extreme pleasure. The dildo in my throat pulled out completely as my eyes opened to watch Erica at the machines controls. My needed eyes looked up at her. “I’m going to increase the speed now OK? I think your throats ready for a real fucking,” Erica said without any smile at all. “Yes… pleaaaaasseeee fucking destroy my throat! I need it!” The words just flew out of my sore hole. Finally I saw Erica smile. The machine was brought back to my mouth and started to move in. I could feel it press further then it had before, 8 inches deep, and then move back. The next movement was harsher, faster, and suddenly I was getting my throat fucked like never before. The toy continued to pummel my gag reflex until I couldn’t hold out anymore, my body convulsed and I puked all over the table, dildo and my tits. The machine didn’t even slow though, it continued to move in and out like nothing had happened. I puked again, vomit flying everywhere. And then again, but this time less. Finally my body seemed to have given in and the toy moved further, 9 inches, continuously. My vomit was dripping from my mouth, I could feel it pooling near my hands, it was so disgusting, so gross, but I loved it. The filth and depraved nature of it all was a new level of slutiness that I needed. What kind of slut would act like this? What kind of whore? Only the biggest ones like me. Megan’s hand continued to slide in and out of my pussy. I could feel her pull all the way out before pushing it back in, always in a fist, never giving me a rest. Her tongue was puhing it’s way into my assshole the whole time. 10 inches now deep in my throat my body was just a rag that was being moved around. My eyes were closed again letting the feeling wash over me. The vomit had dried on my face now, it felt weird, but so depraved I loved it. My throat had completely given up now and I was just riding the pleasure of having it in there. No more resistance was present as the machine picked up speed with Erica on the controllers. I could feel the balls of the toy slapping against my chin with each movement. My mind was giving up. The pleasures were too much finally. No more pain, no more discomfort, everything was perfect. My body convulsed right when my cunt and my throat were fucked deep at the sametime. Since I was propped in position I couldn’t collapse but I did seem to zone out for a few minutes. When I realized what was happening I was no longer in the same position. Now I was on my back, the vomit still there now covering my skin. My legs were held up in leather straps, my head resting on the table, my throat sore. I craned my neck up to see what was happening. What I saw shocked me. The same kind of machine that had worked my throat was now being lined up below me. A second later another machine was moved into place right on top of it, both pointing towards my holes. “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned out knowing what was coming. I brought my hand down to my stretched cunt and rubbed my hand over it, feeling the wetness. “I see someone is ready,” Megan laughed. “Oh fuck yes…” Erica came back with two identical huge black dildos at least the size of Megan’s fist, probably bigger. My eyes went wide. “Julie, we need to make sure that both of your holes are equally stretched so you can take anything that is required, OK?” Erica said as she attached the toys to the machines. “Uh huh,” I answered, my hungry eyes lusting over the big black dildos in front of me. I watched closely as Erica continued to set them up. She spent time making sure they were positioned correctly for each hole. “Megan, can you grab the poppers please?” Erica asked as she continued the setup. “Of course,” Megan responded, walking over to the shelf of drugs to grab a couple of bottles. “Have you ever used poppers before Julie?” Erica asked without looking up at me. “Ummm no… no I haven’t,” I stumbled. I’d heard of them, but never tried them. Why did I need them? “OK, well they will just help you to relax and help you to get stretched out a little more easily.” I paused for a second before answering, “OK.” What else could I say? I was too ready for these toys to even possibly say no. Megan walked over to me and opened up each bottle and put one under each of my nostrils. “Take a deep sniff,” she said. I did as I was told and immediately felt a little light headed. Everything seemed to just relax and open up. “And another,” Megan said, and again I followed. “And one more,” and I took a deep third sniff. It was a strange feeling, I didn’t feel high, I felt open, ready, willing, relaxed. Megan moved away and walked down towards Erica, I looked over my body again to get a look. I could see Erica opening a jar of lube and lathering both toys. Suddenly the realization that I was going to take both of these larger than fist toys at the sametime started to hit me. It seemed like a large step, like a major advancement, two at once? That big? Was it possible? Could my body even take it? I could see an image in my head of my cunt and shit hole stretched open, the toys ramming themselves into me over and over and over, my juice flowing over them, my body convulsing in orgasm. Envisioning made me feel like it could be done, like I needed it to be done. “Are you ready?” asked Erica, one of the machine controls in her hand. I nodded back as the hum of the motor started up. I watched closely as the toy moved towards my pussy and started to push in. The force was incredible. This wasn’t a human arm, this was a machine and it didn’t care how I felt, it was determined to get into me. The first push didn’t go in, but the second already forced the head in. “Holy shit!” I screamed out in that instance as my cunt was stretched to a new record. Before I could even recover the machine had pulled out and pushed back in further. Over and over it moved each time digging deeper, each time I screamed out. I tried to look down at it as it moved slowly but forcefully into my cunt, my lips were spread wide across it glistening with my wetness. It was mesmerizing seeing something so big enter my young body. “Fuck yes… oh fuck… yes… yes… fuck me… oh god… please…” I mumbled out as the machine kept working itself in and out, in and out. Erica rubbed my thighs as I continued to get fucked, “good girl,” she kept saying as she watched. I could feel Megan below the toy, her tongue back to working on my asshole. Soon a finger, then two, then three. Erica came up to my face and offered me more poppers, I took a deep sniff yet again. My holes seemed to open more on command. “Ready for my fist you slut?” Megan teased. “God yes..” I said back, my body just paying there finding it hard to react. I felt Megan push her hand into my ass without much resistance and start to fuck my shit hole along with the machined dildo in my cunt. My body started to slide back and forth on the table in time with the pistoning from below me. I was limp and enjoying it. My eyes closed. Megan didn’t fist me for too long, a few minutes maybe before pulling her hand out. “NO!” I said, suddenly aware of what was happening. I didn’t want my ass to be empty. “Please! Put it back in my ass… I need it so badly!” I cried out. Megan chuckled, “what a fucking stretch slut you are.” “YES! I am a stretch slut! Pleaaassseee sstretch me out! Please!” I moaned. My ass felt like it was going to die without something in it again. Erica turned on the other machine and a matching dildo to the one in my cunt started to move towards my ass. I felt it press against my shit hole and pushed inside immediately. The next thrust it went deeper, and the next the same depth as the one in my cunt. Another sniff of poppers and my body felt open and relaxed again. I laid back and let the two machines pummel my cunt and shithole over and over. “Mmmmfffgghhhh,” gooned out porn sounds came from my mouth as I laid there. I didn’t know what time it was or how long I had been laying there. Time drifted by as the two cocks continued to drive themselves deep into my holes. My body had completely given up and I could feel myself start to pass out. Orgasm after orgasm had ripped through my body and I just couldn’t keep up anymore. The machines never stopped, they never tired, and now my cunt and shithole were worn out, unable to fight back against the intruders and were just sloppy open entrances for them. I had no idea where Erica or Megan went and I didn’t care. I just laid there in heaven as I continued to get fucked. ---------- “Wake her up,” I heard from around me. My eyes opened slowly. I couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep while the machines continued to fuck my holes relentlessly. My body was just so tired I couldn’t stay awake. Groggily I opened my eyes seeing Megan and Erica walking around through my blurred vision. All I wanted to do was fall back asleep. “Julie… are you awake?” Erica asked. “Ya…” was all I could muster from my sleep state. “OK good. Now we are going to take these toys out of you, OK?” “OK,” I replied, nodding a little, drool coming from my mouth. “We’re almost done, don’t worry you can sleep soon, but we want to make sure your holes stay wide open OK?” “Uh… ya…” I struggled to understand what she was saying. The next thing I heard was the hum of the machines turning off followed by the toys retreating from my ass and pussy and leaving me with a huge feeling of being empty. It was like air rushed in and filled the voids, the sensation waking me up a little. For the first time in who knows how many hours I didn’t have a dildo in one of my holes. It was a relief, but also a disappointment. Something deep within me wanted to get fucked again. I raised my head up and looked around just as Megan and Erica arrived with some new toys. I smiled as I saw them. “Megan, can you please get Julie’s urethra warmed up?” Erica said completely nonchalantly. Seconds later I felt Megan between my legs, her tongue running up along my gaping cunt, her hands spreading my lips open, exposing my pisshole. Her tongue then started to work on it, playing with it, feeling amazing. “Yesssssss…” I slurred out as she continued. I saw her eyes look up at mine with joy in them. Next I felt her little finger start to press into my fourth hole, slowly pressing until it slipped in. My head fell back as I let the sensation roll through me. Her finger started to move in and out a little deeper, a little faster. Next was her index finger, again pushing until it popped in, and then fucking me with it. Her mouth had gone to my clit making me relax while I let her fuck my pisshole. “OK that’s enough,” Erica said abruptly. Megan stood up, taking her fingers and mouth with her. My head raised again looking around wanting. “Julie, now we are going to insert three different plugs into you, OK? You need to wear these as much as possible this week so you are stretched out and ready for next weekend. Do you think you can do that?” I just nodded. “OK good. Megan can you give Julie some more poppers?” Erica instructed. I took three of four deep breaths with each nostril and felt my body relax, ready for anything. I watched as Megan and Erica lined up giant plugs to my holes. They were larger than my fist for sure, they looked even wider than the dildos that I had just for hours on end. I felt them push against my recently poppered up holes. I was so used, so loose, I offered almost no resistance. The first one slipped into my ass, sitting there, making me feel full, soon after the second one slipped into my cunt. I couldn’t believe I had two massive plugs in me at the sametime, but the accomplishment turned me on. A second later I saw a third much smaller plug move towards me. Megan pulled open my lips and the plug aimed for my pisshole. “This is going to be a little tight, but I know you can do it,” Erica said. I smiled back. As the plug started to force its way into my urethra I could feel the pressure on everything else. My body didn’t want to make room for it. The thin skin was being stretched to accommodate something it didn’t want to accommodate. My mind raced as I felt my body was really under attack. How much did I want this? How much did I want to be a complete stretched out whore? The answer was a lot. My hands pushed me towards the toy, forcing it into me until finally it sat deep in my pisshole. My head fell back, exhausted, excited, proud. “Well done Julie, well done,” Erica said. Megan stood beside her smiling. Megan brought a mirror over so I could see my holes. They were completely covered by the ends of the plugs, but you could see how stretched they were, the skin all around, red and puffy, used. Just the sight of it made me want to cum. It was so crazy, so extreme, but completely what I wanted. “Now, we are going to leave you here. You can sleep here, go to your room, whatever you’d like, but again we recommend you keep these in you as much as possible over the next week,” Erica stated before exiting the room. Megan looked back at me while walking away as well, a huge smile on her face. I laid there for a while, maybe it was more than a while, until I finally felt like I could try to make it to my room. I got to the floor and immediately removed the shoes. Grabbing my clothes I put them on trying to make sure that the plugs didn’t come out. I didn’t know how much I would be able to keep them in, but I was determined to make it through the night. Gingerly I walked up the stairs to my room, I didn’t even know what time it was. Once I got there I fell on to my bed, slipped off my pants and spread my legs letting the plugs have their space. Slowly I rubbed my clit as I let the images of the last hours float through me. I loved my life and I loved this sorority.

Ya pretty sure that is Sara Bell.

**Hopefully you enjoy this one. Chapter 6 is already on my Patreon if interested. patreon.com/heavyandhorny Thanks!** The next morning I woke up sore. My holes hurt. My bed was a mess, sex toys laying on it, bags and clothes still laying there from the days before. My naked body was spread out, half covered with my blanket. My one hand felt dirty, covered in the juices from my slutty asshole the night before. I was a mess. A mess that needed a shower and to start thinking straight again. Something about the pain I was feeling, not bad pain, but pain nonetheless seemed to shock me back to some kind of reality. How much has my life changed over the last few weeks? Here I was in a massive sorority house in my massive room with my holes aching from being stretched open, sex toys and free clothes laying around, and deep down I loved it. But I still had to focus on school, I still had to focus on being me outside of this. I walked into my shared bathroom naked. As I opened the door Emily was standing at her sink in a loose fitting pair of pink pajama shorts and a white sports bra brushing her teeth. I was so out of it I didn’t even think to cover myself up as I made my way to the shower. “Well hello there…” Emily said, removing the toothbrush from her mouth, giving me a smile. “Goodmorning,” I said back groggily, leaning in and turning on the shower, letting the water warm up. “You look like you had a rough night… or day…” Emily said while spitting out the excess toothpaste from her mouth. “Ya… I’m feeling a little rough around the edges,” I smiled back, my hand testing the water’s temperature. Emily moved closer to me and put her hands on my bare shoulders, “Listen, I’m sorry I have been so distant lately, I just got into the whole, ‘be the best you can be’ crap, and was just sluttin’ it out like crazy, but I wasn’t being a good friend… so I’ll try to be better in the future… OK?” I smiled back. It was nice to hear her say that. It would be nice to have a friend again. “Ya… don’t worry about it…” I paused, thinking of something to lighten the mood, “it sure sounds like you were having fun though,” I laughed. “Holy fuck yes I was. I’ve lost count of how many guys I’ve slept with!” she burst out laughing, “I don’t think that’s really a good thing though.” I smiled, testing the water again. It was finally warm enough to get under and I stepped in gingerly. Emily continued chatting with me while she got ready, washing her face, putting on some makeup. The warm water felt amazing as it washed over my head and washed away some of the sweat and sex from the night before. As it touched my sore holes I moaned a little, they were so raw and used, but something about it made me love it. How much of a stretched out slut was I? “So, have you been able to stretch out your holes like you wanted to, you dirty slut?” Emily asked. I opened my eyes and saw her standing right by the opening of the shower. “Uh… ya… kinda…” I started. “Well tell me all about it babe! I have sometime before class,” Emily said excitedly. For the next 20minutes I told Emily about what had happened. How Ms. White, my professor was going to train me to be stretched wide open, how Megan, her assistant was going to help. I told her how I was fisted by Megan at a store, and how yesterday I had all my holes worked on in Ms. White’s office. I even told Emily about the clothes that were bought, and how I fisted my ass to sleep the night before. It all came spewing out of me and it felt good to get it off my chest, to share it with someone. As I told Emily what I had been up to her mouth fell open, words like “holy shit”, “that’s so fucking hot” and “you nasty slut” came out of her mouth. I watched as her shorts fell down to her ankles and she rubbed her clit as I told her the details. It was fucking hot, the whole situation, what I had done, what Emily was doing in front of me, everything. I was turned on again and would have loved to do something about it but I had to get going. “Shit! Emily, I have to go!” I said turning off the shower and grabbing a towel. Emily bent down picking up her shorts. “Wow Julie… that was amazing. I’d love to see how stretched out your fuck holes have become… are going to become, sometime!” “For sure Emily… but I really have to go… sorry!” I said as I rushed out of the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, dropped my towel and began looking through the clothes that Megan had bought. After telling Emily about my adventures I was extremely turned on, and when I was turned on my inhibitions just didn’t exist anymore. I picked up a pink g-string, a denim skirt that went mid-thigh and a white tank top, no bra, and a pair of white socks. Quickly I pulled everything on, grabbed a pair of shoes and headed out the door. As soon as I was outside I could feel the cool breeze hit my body, my nipples immediately got hard. I looked down to see them poking through the thin material. The g-string was rubbing up against my asshole with every step making my used and sore ass feel more and more amazing. I could tell my pussy was wet without even checking. There was no way it wasn’t. I wanted to just sit down on the grass beside me, spread my legs and play with myself, but I couldn’t, not out in the open, and not while I was late for class. What reason was the one really stopping me? I was a couple of minutes late to my class and I tried to open the door quietly, but of course it creaked loudly as I stepped in. The whole class turned to look at me including my professor and his unapproving face. I mouthed “sorry” as I quickly walked to an open seat about half way down the room. It was a large lecture hall with inclined seating. It gave everyone a good view of the professor and vice-versa. I opened my books and started to take notes like a good student. The minutes passed and my interest waned. Checking my phone I saw that there was still half the class left, I let out a little sigh. My mind started to wander and I thought back to Megan fisting me in the store and how much of a rush it was. I opened my phone and texted her. Me: I’m so fucking horny! And so fucking bored! I waited only a few seconds. Megan: Well hello Megan: Where are you? Me: In class bored out of my mind Megan: Hmmmmmm Megan: Are you feeling slutty? I didn’t even have to think before answering. Me: Fuck yes Megan: Are you wearing panties? Me: Yes Megan: OK Megan: Go to the washroom take off your panties Megan: Shove them up your ass Megan: And go back to class Again, a quick answer from me. Me: OK Megan: Oh and take a picture of them in your ass! I got up from my chair trying not to make a huge noise, my pussy was dripping as I moved. My books and bag stayed at my desk, I didn’t want my professor to think I was leaving, I was coming back, even sluttier than I was. Quickly I walked through the hallway and into the washroom. The first stall was free so I stepped in, locked the door and yanked up my skirt so it was round my hips. My hand went down to my pussy and I rubbed it over the material. Completely soaked. I let out a moan hoping no one else was in the washroom to hear me. My hands pushed my panties down to the ground and I stepped out of them before reaching down and balling them up. I leaned over the toilet and spit into one of my hands and rubbed it over my waiting asshole. My other hand brought the panties to my hole and I started to push them in, strand by strand, until they disappeared. It hurt, my hole was still raw from the night before, but that wasn’t going to stop me. It wasn’t a lot of material so it didn’t take long. I rubbed my fingers over my shithole and I could feel just the glimmer of material. I grabbed my phone and took a couple of pictures, checking them to make sure that they turned out. Standing up I pulled my skirt back into place. It felt weird walking not just without panties, but because of the rough fabric in my ass. The more steps I took, the more I liked the sensation and the more turned on I got. It was a constant fight with myself not to reach under my skirt and play with my holes. I had to be respectable. Back in class I sat in my chair and tried to focus on what the professor was saying. There wasn’t too much longer left, I just had to hold out, pay attention, and then I could get out of here. I felt a vibration from my phone and looked at it. Megan: So? Megan: Did you do it? I had completely forgotten to send her a picture. I held the phone close to my chest so no one else could see and picked one of the pictures I had taken and sent it to her. Megan: Oh you dirty slut Megan: Fuck you are the best I chuckled while I read it, causing the girl in front of me to turn around and “shhhhh” me, her eyes staring at mine but then got distracted by my uncovered and soaking pussy. My face went bright red as I had forgotten in that instant to close my legs. Her eyes looked back up at me, her face almost as red as mine, before turning back in her seat. I didn’t think it was possible but somehow my pussy got even more wet. Sending a picture to Megan, having a classmate see my soaking hole, it all turned me on more than I could have imagined. Suddenly I envisioned myself not only being a stretched out slut, but a public whore, having people watch and use me out in the open where anyone could see me. My libidio was opening even more doors for me, but they all seemed to lead to my life being destroyed. I tried to fight back. Class was almost over, “calm down” I told myself under my breath. Another message popped up on my phone. Megan: You turn me on so much Megan: FUCK! Megan: Meet me in parking area D7 right after class I didn’t know what Megan had in mind but I was ready for it. My holes were pulsing with lust, so ready to be used and ruined, I couldn’t wait. The last few minutes of class seemed like an eternity. It was like time had stopped or maybe even started moving backwards. My legs were shaking, my fingers tapped on my desk, I waited and waited until finally the Professor stopped talking and let us go. I shoved my books into my bag and almost ran out of the room making my way to the parking lot. I was moving so quickly I wasn’t sure my feet were touching the ground. The panties in my asshole continued to rub my insides feeling rough and amazing all at the sametime. I could feel my wetness starting to drip down my thighs, slowly running past my knee and beyond my skirt. No one was around me to notice but just the fact that I was that wet made me even more turned on. I got to parking lot D and started to look around for Megan. I quickly walked through the aisles until I reached 7 and turned to look to my left, and then right, and finally saw Megan leaning against her car. I walked towards her with a giant smile on my face. Did I start to walk with a little strut? Maybe. I just felt like I was showing off with her. She pushed herself off her car and stood in front of me as I got closer, her tight jean shorts showing off her legs and a white sports bra allowing her body to shine. Did she go to class like that? Just the thought of it made me want her even more. “Hey,” I said as I got within ear shot, my tone dripping with lust. “Hey slut,” Megan replied with a growl. This didn’t seem like the sweet and playful Megan I had met before, “get the fuck over here.” I did as I was told and walked up to her. Turned on but a little unsure. “You are such a fucking hot teenage whore I can’t fucking stand it,” Megan started, looking me up and down, “you act like such a slut I can’t fucking handle myself…” A small smile cropped up on my face as I listened to her words. I wanted to be a teenage whore. I wanted to turn people on like this. I didn’t want them to be able to control themselves around me. God I was so turned on. “Turn around,” Megan demanded and she pushed my shoulder to force me, “now bend over and show me your fuckholes.” I bent at the waist in front of her and craned my neck back to see my skirt pull up exposing my pussy and ass to Megan right there in the middle of the parking lot. At that moment I just didn’t care. Since I started at the sorority my inhibitions had continued to melt away and now they were almost gone. So what if someone could see me like this? Good for them, at least then they would know how much of a whore I really was. It felt good. It felt right. I felt Megan’s hand grab each side of my ass and start to kneed it, pushing and pulling each cheek from side to side. My shithole opened and closed a little as she did it. It felt amazing. I let out a moan. “Oh you are fucking dripping wet aren’t you Julie…” “Mmmhmmm,” I said back. I felt Megan insert three fingers right away into my cunt and start to fuck me with them. The fresh air adding to the feeling. My knees felt weak. “Oh god… your hole… it wants to be stretched right now doesn’t it…” Megan asked as she continued to fuck me. “God yes… please… stretch my holes…” I moaned. “Hmmmm… are you sure you want me to? I mean when I’m this turned on you don’t know what I might do…” I could tell Megan smiled while she said it. Just the thought of her doing whatever she wanted to me made me want it even more. “Yes… fuck yes… just please use meeeeee!” “OK slut… you asked for it!” Megan pushed me over to the trunk of her car. I was still bent over, my hands on the trunk, my ass sticking out. I felt Megan insert her three fingers again and roughly finger fuck me. Soon a fourth and then fifth were added. I could feel her knuckles pushing against my hole with each movement. I needed her hand inside me. “YES! Fucking do it! Fist me!” I yelled out. Wishing someone heard, but also grateful we weren’t close to the school. “Tell me what you want whore… tell me!” Megan said as she continued to tease me. “I want you to fist my fucking cunt right now! Do it! I don’t care who sees! Just fucking ruin my hole!” I yelled out again. “Ok bitch,” Megan said as she finally started to push her into my dripping hole. I could feel her hand start to press into me, little by little, each thrust deeper until finally it was all the way in. It felt amazing. It felt like it should. This is what I was supposed to be doing, having my holes stretched out like a slut. “Oh fuck yessssssssss!” I screamed out as her fist began to move in and out of my hole. “You like that slut? You like when I fist your cunt in public?” “YES! Don’t stop! Please!” I screamed out again. “Holy shit you’re too fucking loud Julie!” I heard from behind me as I felt Megan’s fist slip out of my cunt. I turned around with a look of shock and disappointment on my face. I needed my holes to be filled and it felt like the worst feeling when they were empty. “Get in the back seat,” Megan said as she opened one of the doors. I crawled into the back seat like I imagined a whore would, on my hands and knees, my skirt pulled up, cunt juice dripping down my leg. “Stop,” Megan said. I stopped where I was, my ass still at the edge of the door, and I felt Megan start to finger my asshole, I could feel the panties moving around as she did, I let out another moan. Her finger grabbed one of the strings and started to pull the material out of my ass. It felt like such a strange sensation, the rough material being pulled out of my ass like a string. Finally it was all out and I immediately wished it was back in. I looked behind me and I could see Megan holding up to her nose sniffing it. It was disgusting. It was amazing. The pink fabric was covered in little brown marks. My ass was not clean and now neither were my panties. Megan looked at me with an evil grin, “I told you you were too loud slut.” I watched as she balled up my shit stained panties in her hand and reached towards me, pulling my hair with her other hand and shoving the panties into my mouth. I immediately started to gag. “That should keep you quiet you nasty slut,” Megan said as she pushed me further into her car. My head was pressed up against the far tinted window as Megan got in behind me. I could taste my ass in my mouth. My mind wanted me to hate it, how could someone put my shit stained panties into my mouth and expect me to be OK with it? But my body rejected this thought, instead it thrived on how dirty and depraved it was. I moaned as my tongue started to taste what was in my mouth, for some reason I was getting even more turned on by it. “Oh so you like sucking on your own shit panties?” Megan said as she pushed four fingers back into my cunt. I nodded my head, “mmmmhmmmmm” without even thinking. I was being so submissive. I’d let Megan do whatever she wanted to me. “Good slut… now lets stretch out that slut hole of yours…” I felt Megan’s fist push into me roughly before she pulled it out again. Again she pushed it into me and out again. Soon she started to pick up the pace, in and out, in and out. Her fist was clenched as she continued to pummel my cunt. “Oh fuck yes… please… don’t stop… yes MEGAN! Keeppppp fucking me…..” I mumbled out in ecstasy. “Oh don’t worry little slut I’m just getting started,” I could see an evil grin while looking at Megan in the reflection of the window, “I think it’s time we try out your other fuck hole… what do you think?” I turned my head back to look at her, our eyes meeting, I struggled to speak through the panties still in my mouth, “my ass… it’s sore… please… be gentle…” “Awwww… your ass is sore? Is that what a slut would say?” I wasn’t sure what to do, I was a little scared of the possible pain, but it also intrigued me, I knew what I had to answer, “no…”. “Exactly. A nasty whore like you doesn’t get to say no because something hurts, because she’s tired, because her holes hurt, she ALWAYS says yes!” Megan spoke in a strong tone. I shook my head in agreement. “Now… let’s try this again… do you want me to fuck your asshole?” “Yes,” I said back with a gentle tone. Megan didn’t look happy with my tone, but began to slide a finger into my ass, and then a second. It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would. By the time she had three fingers in my shithole I wanted more. I just couldn’t help myself. “Now tell me again… do you want me too fuck your ass harder?” Megan asked as she still gently finger fucked me. I moaned through the panties, “yesssss… please fuck my ass… please! I need it so fucking bad!” “Awwwww… is someone’s ass feeling hungry again?” “YES! GOD PLEASE MEGAN!” I screamed. I felt like I was going to cry. I started to push my ass backwards towards her, begging her to keep fucking my asss. “Are you sure?” Megan continued to tease me. Her fist was still working its way in and out of my pussy the whole time. It was less and less noticeable as I was loosening up, and I was so focused on getting something up my ass. “FUCK YES!” I reached around and started to shove fingers into my ass along with Megan’s. I didn’t care if there was lube or not, three fingers dug their way in and I pulled my shit hole open. “Well OK then,” Megan laughed. She ripped her hand out of my cunt and I immediately came, shaking on her back seat, squirming, leaking. The brutalness of the movement shocked me and made my body give in. I couldn’t help myself. “Naughty little girl,” Megan mocked. As I laid on the seat still recovering from my orgasm I could feel Megan using my cunt juice as lube on my ass. I felt her fingers moving up and down before a single one slipped inside. “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned as my eyes started to open. “Oh there she is… my nasty little slut… are you ready for my fist?” Megan said with a smirk. “Oh Megan… yes… pleasssseeeeeee…” I was so needy, so turned on. I brought my hand down and started to rub my worn out pussy as I felt three fingers being pushed into my ass again. Soon the fourth and fifth fingers followed, I could feel Megan pushing her knuckles up against my asshole. I started to grind myself back onto her hand making sure she knew I wanted it all inside me. Finally it popped in and her hand disappeared. My eyes rolled back as I savoured the sensation for a minute. “Thank you Megan…” I slurred out as I continued to rub my pussy. Megan didn’t say anything, but she used her hand in my ass to drag me back up onto my hands and knees. “Now don’t move…” she said in an ominous tone. I turned my head back around to see her fist wrist deep in my asshole, and her other hand reaching to the front of the car for something. My head whipped to the other side and saw her grabbing a 1 litre Smart Water bottle. My eyes grew. What was she going to do with it? A second later I felt the bottle start to rub against my pussy, touching my clit, and then moving down to my waiting hole. “Now I’m going to shove this bottle into your cunt, and fist your ass, all at the sametime, and you’re going to fucking love it, right?” Megan demanded. “Uhhh huhhh,” I said back moaning. “Good.” After a few more strokes Megan began pressing the flat side of the bottle against my slit. It was such a blunt object it felt strange trying to force its way into me. My hole was well used by that point though and started to open for the bottle. I could feel my lips sliding around it as it moved into me. “Come on slut… take this bottle nice and deep for me… I know you always wanted to be dp’d but I bet you didn’t think it would be with a bottle and a fist…” Megan was speaking the truth, this was something from my fantasies, not something I ever imagined would happen. “Oh god Megan… I feel so fulllllll…” my words slurred as my body started to respond to the events happening. Half the bottle was now in my cunt, stretching me all the way along its shaft, and Megans fist continued to sit in my ass wrist deep, the sensations were becoming too much and I could feel another orgasm building throughout my body. “Please fuck me… please… Megan… I need to cum… please!” She didn’t say anything, but she heard me. I felt the bottle move out of my pussy almost to the end before being pushed roughly back into my hole. At the sametime her other hand started to push deeper into my shithole. In and out, in rhythm, both the bottle and her first were moving faster, deeper, harder. “Oh god… yes… please…. Fuck me harder… harder!” I yelled out. I could feel the car rocking side to side as she continued to destroy me. “God I fucking love you Julie! You are such a nasty slut… your holes are going to be so broken when we’re done with you… they are going to be completely useless except for being destroyed… no more cocks for you!” Megan laughed as she started to push the bottle and fist into me in unison. Both being pulled almost all the way out before being slammed back into me. I could feel her clenched fist pull against my ring as she moved out, my shithole stretching to the maximum before she pushed it back in, getting thinner around the wrist before stretching again on her forearm. Over and over and over. “I...uuhgggghhhh…” I couldn’t speak anymore. My head fell down on the seat. Each thrust she made pushed me down until my head was banging against the car door. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered. I could only focus on what was happening to me. “That’s it fuck whore take it all, take it nice and deep… I bet this feels amazing doesn’t it slut… getting destroyed like this in my car… what kind of a nasty bitch lets this happen to her?” “I… uggggghhh… I do… mmmffffff… I’m… OH GOD… I’m a fucking… nasty whore!” I screamed out as another orgrasm rolled through my body like a freight train. My legs gave out beneath me and I collapsed. The sudden movement forced the bottle and Megan’s fist to leave my body, my holes gaping open in a huge mess. My eyes locked on Megan completely used, I could see the pleasure on her face, my eyelids started to shut as my body was exhausted. Every few minutes I was able to force them open for a second or two and saw glimpses of Megan sitting against the other door, her legs spread wide, my eyes shut again. Another second glimpse as I watched her fist fucking her pussy while looking at me used body, my eyes shut again. I felt a splash on my skin and my eyes opened again for a quick view and saw Megan squirting over me, her head falling back, again my eyes shut. A bump in the road woke me up later and I saw Megan sitting in the driver's seat driving somewhere, I didn’t know where, I didn’t care, my eyes shut again, my body trying to recover. ------------------------------------------------ “Hey… Julie…” I heard softly spoken into my ear. My eyes struggled to open but I did feel a little more rested, “huh?” I responded groggily. “You’re home… time to go…” Megan continued to gently tell me as she stroked my arm. “Oh…” was all I could get out as I started to push myself up in the seat. As soon as I started to move I could feel the pain between my legs. My holes hurt so much. “Ah fuck…” I moaned as I sat up. “A little sore?” Megan chuckled from the front seat. “Uh… ya,” I smiled, trying to wake up a little. “Well that’s what dirty sluts get… right?” Megan continued still smiling. “Ya… I guess…” I wasn’t functioning at full capacity. A few moments passed while I collected my thoughts and I went back to everything that had happened. I could feel my aching pussy start to get excited again, but I was in too much pain to think about doing anything. “Ummmm… thanks for you know… everything…” I said with a shy grin as I grabbed my bag from the floor. “You mean fisting both of your holes in the backseat of my car?” Megan laughed again. “Uh… yes…” I laughed. “You’re very welcome… anytime!” I bent forward in pain and gave Megan a little hug before getting out of her car. Every step I took to the front door hurt. This wasn’t like the pain from the night before, this was much worse. I had never felt so used and stretched before. It wasn’t just the size, it was the roughness, the way that Megan shoved her fist into my holes, and then the water bottle. We didn’t have any lube, it was all done with my wetness and now I was paying for it. The thing was even though it hurt, it was such a hot thought to think about how much of a slut I was, letting it all happen in public, in the car, my holes being worked. It was definitely worth the pain I was feeling now. I stumbled through the front door and was about to head upstairs when I realized I was feeling a little hungry. The kitchen was empty as it was the middle of the afternoon, or at least I was pretty sure it was. A couple of pieces of bread, some cold cuts, cheese, mustard, and my sandwich was ready. I was too far gone to worry about cutting any veggies that was for sure. I leaned over the counter, my elbows holding me up and ate the sandwich. My legs spread slightly to let some air ride over my soar holes. I realized I wasn’t wearing panties. Where were they? In Megan’s car still? On the street? In front of the house? It didn’t really matter, it was just something running through my mind as I took my last bites. I made it to my room after struggling with each step making me winch in pain. I stripped off the few clothes I had on and got in the shower. The warm water ran over me and immediately made me feel a little better. The sweat and sex was washed off of me. I took the hand held shower and moved it below me letting the warm water wash over my ass and pussy. It felt amazing in a soothing kind of way. I wasn’t doing it to get turned on, I was doing it to feel better. My holes were thankful. Drying off I was ready to be comfortable. I threw on an old long white t-shirt that went down mid-thigh, a pair of comfy grey boy shorts that didn’t rub against my worn fuck holes, and a pair of wool socks. I was ready to relax. At first I laid on my bed and watched some trashy reality TV. This lasted until I decided I should try to not get kicked out of school and opened my books. Studying was not as fun as getting my holes stretched out, but it had to be done. An hour or two rolled by and I finally decided that was enough studying for the day. I was feeling a little hungry again and headed down to the kitchen. It was busier now, other girls talking, making their own food. We chatted for a few minutes as I made my mac’n’cheese. I would be lying if I didn’t find most of them to be very attractive in their leggings, shorts and even some in their panties. I could feel myself getting turned on a little as I watched their nipples poke through their tops, and their asses sway as they moved around. I just smiled and chatted until my food was ready. My bowl in hand I headed back to my room. I was far too worn out for a talkative dinner. On my bed I ate my food changing positions a few times as my ass continued to feel sore. The movie I put on was entertaining enough and after a while I was feeling comfortable and relaxed. Without any thought, my hand found it’s way down to the front of my panties and I started to gently rub my used slut hole. I wasn’t rough or fast, I wasn’t trying to fuck myself, I was just gently feeling it. I slipped my hand inside and ran my fingers along the red and puffy edges. It was amazing to feel my pussy after it had been through what it did. Slowly I let my fingers find my worn out asshole. Just like my pussy I could feel the pussy and red edges. Every movement I made sent a shock of soreness up to my brain. I continued to gently rub my holes through the rest of the movie just enjoying the feeling and thinking about how much of a stretched out whore I was. Sometime later I opened my eyes. Obviously I had passed out. The TV was still on, Netflix showing me a list of suggested things to watch next. “Oh fuck I must have been tired…” I said to myself as I slipped my hand out of my panties, I could see the mark on my wrist from where the waist band had been pressing the whole time. I rubbed my eyes as I walked into the washroom and sat down on the toilet. I really had to shit. After a few seconds I started to feel a giant log moving out of my sore ass. Each inch it slid out hurt as my hole stretched all over again to accommodate it. Nothing like having Megan’s fist in there, but it still felt like a challenge. “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned involuntarily as the turd finally slipped out and into the toilet. I wiped and flushed before washing my hands. I washed my face as I always tried to do before a proper night's sleep. It felt good to actually be clean, relaxed and getting ready for a normal sleep, not one built around fucking myself. As I grabbed my toothbrush from the counter I heard the other bathroom door open. “Oh hey Julie,” Emily said as she walked in. It looked like Emily was planning for an early night of sleep as well as she walked in wearing a pair of plaid pajama shorts and a black lace bralette. “Hey Emily,” I said in response, my toothbrush still in my hand. Emily turned on her tap and started to wash her face, turning to me, “how was your day? Do anything nasty and dirty today?” she asked with a smile. The question took me off guard. “Uhhh…” I stammered a little, my face going red, “fuck” I thought to myself, I was a terrible liar. “Oh my god! Something did happen again today didn’t!” Emily suddenly wasn’t washing her face anymore and moved closer to me, her eyes glowing with anticipation of a story. “Ummmm… ya… kinda…” I started. I thought I was going to be able to sleep but now my mind was burning with the thoughts of earlier. “Well tell me you slut!” Emily said while pushing my shoulder playfully which forced my ass back against the counter causing me to cringe a little in pain. My face scrunched a little as the shock rode through me. “Are you OK?” Emily asked with some concern. “Ya… I just… I’m a little sore is all.” “Sore… from what?” “Well… ummmm… you know Megan?” I wasn’t sure if she did. “The teacher’s assistant?” “Ya… well… she fisted me pretty rough today… ummmm… in her car…” My face was burning, “and ummmm… now I’m pretty sore if I’m being honest.” “Holy shit… that is so fucking hot Julie!” Emily was extremely excited, “can I see?” I felt her hand rub my arm gently,making me feel a little more relaxed. “Oh… I don’t know… I’m pretty tired… maybe tomorrow?” I tried to convince her, but I wasn’t even sure I was convincing myself. The thought of showing Emily my used holes wasn’t the worst idea in the world. “Oh come on Julie… just a quick peek!” Emily begged as her hand moved down under my t-shirt and on to my boy short covered ass. I felt her hand gently rub me while pulling so I turned around, my face now pointing at the mirror, my hands on the counter. “OK…” I let out. I was such a useless slut now that I couldn’t say no or resist. Suddenly I was turned on again, ready for Emily to see my used holes. “Thank you…” she said as I felt her push on my back making me bend over a little more, my ass now sticking out. She went down to her knees and rolled up my t-shirt so my panties were completely exposed. I felt her hands gently rub my ass again, one hand slipping under my and softly touching my pussy through the fabric. “Mmmmmmmm…” I let out, my eyes closed. “I thought someone didn’t want to show me…” Emily teased me. I pushed my ass out a little further, “please just be gentle… everything hurts… seriously…” “I will babe... don’t worry.” Emily said as I felt her fingers slide into the waistband of my panties and pull them down to my knees. “Now let me see this ass of yours,” she said as her hands pulled my cheeks apart. I felt my ass open up as she pulled, my sore hole being inspected. “Ouch,” I said as I could feel the skin pull. “Sorry,” Emily said, “I just wanted to get a really good look at how worn out it was,” I stood there while I could feel Emily’s eyes examining it. It seemed so strange, so surreal. “Wow… your asshole is so red, jesus Julie did Megan use any lube at all?” I turned my head to look down at her, “uh… no… just my cunt juice…” I was a little ashamed to say. “Holy shit and you still took her whole fist? My god you are a fucking slut,” Emily laughed. Here let me see if I can make it feel a little better for you. Suddenly I felt Emily’s tongue on my shithole. I felt the warmth and wetness swirling softly, being careful not to be too rough. It felt amazing, relaxing. It felt like my overused ass was being massaged back to life. “Does that feel good?” Emily asked, taking a quick break from my ass. “Oh god yes…” I moaned back. I started to slowly push my ass back and forth against her tongue. Suddenly I wasn’t worried about the pain anymore, I was only focused on the feeling of having a tongue on my ass. Emily continued to lap up my asshole. At first it was gentle and slow, but the more I moaned the faster she got. I could feel her tongue pushing against my hole before her mouth started to suck on it. It felt amazing, like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt a finger start to feel the edge of my ass, it hurt a little, I was still so sore, but I didn’t stop her, I let her slowly work the finger into my hole. “Is this OK?” Emily asked, the tip of her finger sitting just inside. “Yes… please…” I took a breath trying to comprehend the fight between the pain and pleasure, “don’t stop…” “Mmmmm OK…” Emily said in a sultry tone as I felt her push her finger deeper into my ass. Usually one finger wouldn’t feel like much but right now I was feeling every little bump on her finger as she started to fuck me with it. Her tongue continued to work around her finger, making sure nothing ever got dry. “Your ass tastes so good…” Emily added in a rare break for her mouth. I could feel her trying to push a second finger into my hole. The pressure still hurt as the tip slipped in but I pushed my ass back into her showing her I wanted it. As the second finger sunk deep into my ass I started to ride them, back and forth I moved my ass. My pussy was soaked, I could feel juices dripping down my thighs as I focused on the pain and pleasure. “Here, get up on the counter,” Emily said, pulling her fingers from my ass a little too roughly. I didn’t say anything, I just turned around and pushed myself up onto the counter between our two sinks. I brought my sock covered feet up to my side, my legs bent, my ass now sitting on the counter. Emily used her hands to move me closer to the edge, now my ass was hanging just over the edge. She moved up and gave me a kiss and she pushed her two fingers back into my ass. I moved a hand over to my pussy and realized I still had my toothbrush in my hand. As Emily started to get back to work on my ass I took the brush and started to play with my clit. The rough bristles felt amazing, it was a completely different sensation. I felt Emily push a third finger into my ass as I felt it start to relax and open. It was like it had given up and was ready to play again. Everything about it still hurt, but now that was a secondary feeling, the pleasure had taken over and I wanted more. “Fuck Emily… that feels so good!” I said locking eyes with her. “I thought you said it hurt?” “It did… it does… but now… oh god I love it…,” I was starting to lose myself to lust again. Rubbing the bristles of the toothbrush even harder against my clit. Emily smirked and slipped a fourth finger into my greedy ass and started to fuck me. “Oh fuck Emily! Just fucking FIST me! NOW!” I screamed out. I needed her fist in me just like Megan’s. I needed to feel stretched out all over again. No amount of pain was going to stop me. “You are such a nasty fucking whore!” Emily yelled back as she pushed her whole hand roughly into my asshole. “You like that? You like my whole hand being in your shithole? I bet you do, don’t you?” “YES! YES! I love it! Please just keep going… fist me harder… please!” my mind couldn’t handle it anymore, the feelings were too intense, too amazing. The toothbrush was no longer on my clit, but I still had it in my hand. My other hand was rubbing my cunt roughly now, feeling how blown out it was, raw, used, but wanting more. My head was pushed up against the mirror holding me in place. I shoved four fingers into my slut hole and started to fuck myself hard while Emily continued to fist my ass. I was rocking back and forth like a depraved slut. “Holy shit!” Emily said as she watched me start to stretch my other hole open, “your fucking holes are ruined!” Something about her words spurred me on. To me they weren’t ruined, not yet, my greatest desire was for them to be useless to anything but the biggest fists and toys, I wasn’t there yet. I needed to show her how much of a slut I really was. I used my four fingers to force my pussy open and expose my pisshole. My other hand brought the handle of the toothbrush it still held to my third hole and slowly started to push it inside my urethra. “YESSSSSSSSSSS!” I screamed out as I continued to push the brush handle deeper into my pisshole. It felt so good, the small ridges on it making me feel each and every movement. Emily’s eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open, no words were said. Emily continued to fist my ass while I roughly shoved my four fingers into my hungry cunt. The toothbrush stayed in place, only the bristles could be seen as the rest of it was deep inside my urethra headed towards my bladder. The sensations I was feeling overwhelmed me. “Oh SHIT… uggggghhhh… FUCK...mmmggghhhhdffff....” the sounds coming from my mouth didn’t make any sense. I felt Emily’s fist push deeper into me, my four fingers into my cunt had turned into a fist, and suddenly I exploded. Everything inside me started to shake. My hand was pushed out of my pussy, and Emily’s out of my ass. I started to shake as the orgasm rocked my body. I felt her hands help me down to the floor so I didn’t fall. Before I knew it I was in the fetal position, the toothbrush still sticking out of my pisshole. I reached down and slowly removed it. I remember Emily helping me to my bed, putting a blanket over me. I reached for my phone and saw a message from Megan. Megan: I had a lot of fun today Megan: The professor wants to see you Friday at 9pm in the basement Megan: Don’t be late My mind used that text for my dreams that night, making me think of what could possibly be in the plans for Friday night.

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***Sorry for the delay. I am working on Chapter 5 which will go up on my Patreon first when it is done. Hopefully everyone enjoys this chapter.*** I woke up the next morning feeling extremely rested. I don’t know what time I went to sleep but I felt like I had never slept that well before. Suddenly I felt like a new woman. Refreshed, confident, and with a clear plan on how to achieve my goals. As I got out of bed I almost fell over, immediately tripping on the bags of clothes that Megan had picked out the day before. I was a little nervous to look at them, I had no idea what kind of clothes Erica liked, and what she would expect me to wear, but first I needed to shower and really wake up. The water washed away any sleepiness that was left, making me feel even more alive and ready to tackle the day. I listened closely to Emily’s door, wondering if she had another guy in there, wondering if she was sleeping, wondering if she was thinking of me, but after a moment I heard nothing and decided to let it be. Back in my room with the towel wrapped around me I walked to my bedside table and looked at my phone, a message from Megan was front and center. Message: Erica would like to see you at 5pm today in her office. Make sure you’re ready. See you there! My heart started to beat faster right away. I didn’t think I would be called into action so soon. I thought I’d have a day to recover from all of the new information, from being fist fucked into oblivion publicly by Megan, just a day to get my bearings again. But apparently that was not the plan. I lifted up the bags of clothes and poured them out onto the bed. The pile was much larger than I expected. Everything from jeans to skirts to bras and panties to sweaters to socks and shirts were available to me. I thought back to the day before and wondered when Megan had time to buy all of this. Looking at my clock I didn’t have much time to get ready so I started to just pick things at random. They were all approved so I assumed it would be OK. I slipped on a pair of light blue panties. They were tighter than I would normally wear, but I managed. Next I put on a pair of ankle socks which I thought was weird to be included. I dug out a pink bralette from the pile and pulled it over my head and over my chest. It acted more like a sports bra, it was so tight. I started to wonder, was Megan just really bad at knowing my size, or was this on purpose, did Erica want me like this? Did she want me skinnier or just uncomfortable? Next came a pink t-shirt which I again pulled over my head into place. It was tight and short, showing off most of my midriff and was pulled tight against my chest, contouring to my curves. I looked at myself in the mirror and immediately felt turned on. Seeing the tight top seemed to reveal me to myself, something about seeing it pulled tight against my chest, not leaving anything to imagination about my size, it just felt hot. Finally I grabbed a pair of jeans. I didn’t look at the size, I just knew they were going to be tight. One leg at a time went in, I started to pull them up, I could feel the material start to squeeze against my skin as I did, I got them up to my ass without too much issue, but getting them up to my waist seemed like it was going to require a lot more work. I started to jump around, I lied on the bed, I tugged and pulled and forced myself into them. They were skin tight. My legs were straining against the material. It was at that point I realized I should have worn a skirt. I wasn’t fat, no one would call me fat, but I wasn’t this skinny either. Finally with one last tug I got them all the way up. I pulled the button across as hard as I could, straining my muscles, until I got it closed. Next came the zipper and a deep breath. I was in. I was dressed. I was not comfortable. My eyes gazed into the mirror, I could see my stomach hang over the jeans a little. It wasn’t the most flattering look, but something about it turned me on even more. The feeling of knowing I was doing this for someone, for something, it wasn’t completely my choice to wear this. I was doing it for Erica, I was doing it for Megan, and I was doing it for my holes. It wasn’t easy to walk. Each step made me have to force the jeans to move a little. But at the sametime the more I moved the easier it got, even if that wasn’t much. Classes were harder than usual as well, not because of the course material, but because I was finding it hard to breath. Why was I doing this again? Why was I torturing myself like this? My mind would try to convince me to give up, but then I thought back to Erica and Megan and what they were going to help me achieve. I had to keep going, I couldn’t give up now. I got some stares during the day. I don’t think people knew me well enough to notice I was dressed differently, I think the stares were just simply because of the way I was dressed. My top was so tight it looked 10 sizes too small, my jeans were almost painted on. The eyes on me, them looking at me, humiliating me with their stares, it all made me more turned on, it all made me want to do it more. Why was I like this? Finally the day was coming to an end and my meeting with Erica and Megan was coming closer. I walked to the office and waited outside on a seat. It was 4:30pm, 30mins to go, 30 minutes until letting Erica do whatever she wanted to do to me. I was nervous, I was excited, I couldn’t wait. The time ticked by slowly, I was tapping my foot on the ground, looking through my phone endlessly, 4:35, 4:40, 4:45. I heard some steps coming down the hall and looked around the corner to see who it was. Thankfully it was Megan. “Hey Julie!” she said as soon as she saw me, “you’re early.” She looked amazing as usual, tight jeans like mine but they actually fit her, heels lifting her up even higher, and a sweater that hid how tiny she really was. I wanted her right then and there. “Hey Megan… ya… I didn’t want to go home and come back again, so I’ve just been waiting,” I said with a smile. “Well, you might as well come in while you wait,” Megan opened the door to the office and walked in, “are you excited?” I followed her into the office, my jeans seeming to have fused to my legs, “yes, super excited actually… I’ve been waiting for this,” I paused, “actually I’m also a little nervous… I have no idea what’s going to happen.” Megan put her things down on her desk and pulled out a chair for me to sit on, “oh, don’t worry, nothing bad will happen, remember this is supposed to be fun. Erica just wants to see where things sit currently, you know, how advanced you are.” “Well… I can tell you that I’m not that advanced,” I said looking a little sheepishly. “First of all that’s not really true, you took my fist like an eager little slut yesterday,” Megan laughed. I smiled back starting to feel a little more relaxed, but it was hard with the constricting clothes on. “It looks like you’re a little uncomfortable there,” Megan started, “I guess the clothes are a little tight? Well don’t worry eventually they will fit.” I gave her a little smile, but I wasn’t sure how to take it. What did she mean the clothes will eventually fit? How was that going to happen? Was Erica going to force me to lose weight? Was it a requirement? I didn’t know how I felt about that. One of the rules was to be honest, so I decided that if it came up I would be just that, honest. The door creaked open and Erica walked in looking great again, white blouse, knee length skirt, black stockings, high heels. There was no mistaking that she was in charge of whatever room she was in. “Hello Julie,” Erica said, placing her things on her dark hardwood desk. “Hi Erica,” I answered, getting up from my chair. “Well, I see you wore an appropriate outfit for today, Megan did a good job shopping for you,” Erica smiled looking me over, “and don’t worry, you’ll fit more comfortably in the clothes soon enough I’m sure.” And there it was, the comment I was dreading. My weight. I had to say something. “Ummmm, actually… well I know being honest was one of the rules… so I just want to be honest… I don’t like the fact that you want me to lose weight… I don’t think that’s right…”. I was nervous of what would happen, I was scared I’d be kicked out and my opportunity to be stretched would be gone again. I stood there, waiting. “Julie,” Erica started seriously, “trust me… you’re beautiful the way you are,” she touched my hair, then my cheek softly, “you don’t need to lose weight… but you will… trust me…” I looked on confused, not sure what she meant, Megan jumped in. “Once you start really getting into stretching yourself you’ll see… suddenly the weight just starts coming off for one reason or another…” “Oh… OK…” I said still not convinced. “Listen, how about you just see how it goes… but don’t worry, we’re not saying you need to lose weight… OK?” Erica said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I nodded in agreement. “OK great. Shall we begin then?” “Yes,” I said somewhat cautiously. “OK… great. Megan do you mind starting?” Erica said looking over at her assistant. “Yes of course,” Megan answered with a large smile, coming around from her desk just like the other day. This time she removed her shoes and then undid her jeans, slipping them down her body revealing a white g-string. Next she pulled her sweater over her head revealing her tiny chest with no bra. I was envious of her body every time I saw it. Maybe I did want to be that skinny? Next she walked over to Erica and unzipped her skirt from the back letting it fall to the ground revealing a pair of red and black panties. Erica stepped out of it and Megan neatly folded it up and put it on her desk. Following this she unbuttoned Erica’s blouse, removing it from her and folding it on her desk again. Erica was wearing a bra that matched her panties, her black thigh highs going together as well. She looked amazing in a different way then Megan, older, more mature, more sure of herself. I wanted her to be the one to control me and make me a wide open slut. Megan moved towards me. She smiled at me, I smiled back. She grabbed the bottom of my tight shirt and lifted it up, I put my arms up giving her an easy route as the shirt left my body and was piled on the chair, by bralette now out. Next she reached down and undid the button on my jeans, I let out a gasp as my body started to transform itself back to normal, the zipper slid down and my panties were now showing. Her hands grabbed the sides of my jeans and started to yank them down. They did not move easily and it took her a few minutes to get them all the way off me. I stepped out of them and she piled them with my shirt. My light blue panties were all the barrier between three of my holes and those who wanted to destroy them. “You have a very sexy body Julie,” Erica said as she walked over to me. Her hands wandering over me, I felt her touch on my tits, my stomach and finally my pussy, her fingers rubbing the material of my panties into it, getting them wet. “I can feel that you are excited already.” “Yes… I am…” I mumbled back getting taken over by the movement of Erica’s fingers. “Well why don’t you remind us again what we’re all doing here,” she followed up. “We’re here to stretch my holes…” “Hmmmm… which holes?” Erica pushed. My mind spun as she continued to play with my pussy, “All of my holes… my throat… my pussy… my pisshole and my ass... “ There was a moment's pause before another question, “And what do you want us to do… just stretch them?” “Oh god no… I want you to destroy them… I want them all to be destroyed…” “Hmmm… what do you think Megan? Do you think we can help Julie destroy her holes?” Erica asked looking over at her assistant. “Yes… I think we can,” Megan said in reply. I felt Megan's fingers grab my panties and pull them off of me revealing my wet cunt to them both for the first time. It felt amazing to be exposed like that. “Turn around for us,” Erica said and I did as I was told. I turned and faced the window. I gasped. The windows were open just like the other day. I hadn’t even thought about it, I didn’t even notice before, but now as I stood there I could see out over the school. Could people see me? Did they know what was happening here? Was I going to be caught? Did I care? It felt wrong, it felt amazing, and my pussy was loving it for sure. “Well it looks like someone likes being a little exhibitionist whore… look at her pussy drip looking out that window,” Megan said and chuckled. “I think we can have some fun with that.” I felt her hand slap my ass and I lurched forward. “So, Julie,” I heard Erica start from behind me while Megan continued to tease my pussy, “today we’re just going to see what we’re working with, to see how well trained your holes are so far, so we know what we need to do. And I always like to work in some kind of order, so lets go from top to bottom today, OK?” “Sounds good,” I moaned out. Megan pulled me and turned me around facing Erica, and then pressed on my shoulders making me kneel before them. My cunt was on fire, I could feel my juices running down my leg. The situation was turning me on so much I could hardly handle it. Naked except for my bralette about to get fucked by two beautiful women. How could I not be turned on? Erica walked over to a walled cabinet and pulled out a two foot long pink thin and flexible dildo. In her hand it flopped around. There were similar ones back at the house. I knew what was going to happen, I knew it was going to be put in my mouth, into my throat, to see how deep I could go. I was immediately a little worried. Throat fucking was not something I’d done much, I was worried I’d be disappointing. “Here, lick it first, make it nice and wet,” Erica said as she brought the toy over to my mouth. I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue, feeling the rubber toy touch it a moment later. Megan’s hand kept playing with my cunt, keeping me teased, making my mind only think of one thing. The toy started to enter my mouth a little deeper, I felt a couple of inches inside, I was still OK, no issues yet. “Good girl” I heard Erica say. She kept pushing it further, I struggled to keep my mouth open, I could feel it start to touch the back of my throat and a moment later I gagged. Erica pulled the toy out right away, giving me a moment and then pushed it back into the same spot and I gagged again. Spit and saliva was running out of my mouth as she repeated the movement, my gagging continued, I started to sweat, my throat was feeling a little sore, I felt like a slut. Erica pulled the toy all the way out and put it down on her desk. “Well, that was about four inches, and not even close to good enough. Your throat will need to be seriously trained in order to reach your goals,” she said looking at me intensely, “are you willing to do that?” I looked back at her without any sign of unsureness, “yes” I said, I felt a desire deep inside me to do whatever it took. “OK, good… now on to your cunt then.” Megan grabbed me by my arms and started to lift me up to my feet before moving me over to Erica’s desk and helping my hop up on to it. She pushed me to lean back, I supported myself on my arms, my legs were pushed wide, my cunt was now completely open, soaking wet, my heart was racing, I was waiting for my hole to be stretched open and I couldn’t wait. Erica went back to the cabinet and pulled out a big black dildo. She brought it over to me and told me to suck it. I grabbed it and couldn’t put my hand all the way around it. It was impossible to get in my mouth, but I used my tongue to get it nice and wet. I watched as Erica and Megan whispered to each other, my saliva still lubing up the giant toy. “You’ll need to work on stretching that mouth of yours if you really want to get anywhere with your throat,” Erica said while I continued to work. The thought of stretching my mouth made me tingle with excitement. Stretching my mouth to be an even bigger size whore sounded amazing, sounded depraved, I needed it. Erica reached out and took the toy from my hands and moved to the opening of my cunt and started to push. “Now, I know you can take a fist so this shouldn't be an issue for you… right?” she said. I shook my head “no” as I got ready for my pussy to be stretched open. “Good… now most girls would start with something smaller, they would work their way up to a toy this size if they could even get there, but you want to be a nasty stretched out fuck slut… right?” “Yes,” I said through quickening breathing. “Right, so that means that this should be your warm up toy, this should just slip into your cunt without any warming up, without any lube, your cunt should want to be this stretched at minimum all the time.” “Mmmmmmmm… yes…” I moaned out loud, not being able to control it. I blushed when it happened. Erica and Megan both smiled. Erica pushed the dildo harder against my cunt and it slowly started to spread open. The wetness that was already there acting as lube. I could feel it split me open and it felt amazing. It was intense not warming up first, not having some fingers or a smaller toy first, but the feeling of just being ripped open right away was wonderful. Erica moved it in and out, in and out, in and out. My hips started to move with the dildo, pushing my body against the toy as it entered me. “Look at this little slut Megan… she loves being fucked by this giant dildo… don’t you slut…” Erica said in a slightly raspy voice. “Mmmmmmm yessssss…” I moaned out in response as I looked down at my cunt being spread wide. “Good whore… now lets see how deep we can get…” Erica grinned and she grabbed the toy with two hands and started to push, “get behind her and hold her in place,” she said looking at Megan. I felt hands on my shoulders pushing me back against the giant cock. Erica pushed the cock into me further, I felt my hole stretching deeper and deeper in my body. “Ohhhhhhhh… fffffff…” I said, my eyes opening wide, I had never felt a stretch like this before, it felt amazing, it felt like my body was changing every second, I looked down and there wasn’t even that much inside me yet. Could I get it all in me? How much was she going to push? “Your hole is still tight and will still need some serious stretching. I was hoping you’d be able to take this deeper, but today isn’t the day to really push you… but you’ll get there,” Erica said starting to fuck me with the toy again. I felt a little embarrassed by not being able to do better, but also encouraged that she said I’d get there. I was determined to get there. Megan came back around to the front and stood in front of me beside Erica, her hand starting to rub my clit gently, her fingers moving around the cock, feeling it on my stretched skin. “Should we try a little wider?” Megan asked looking at me, my eyes burning with lust. I nodded ‘yes’. I felt Megan’s index finger start to work its way around the dildo, trying to find an opening to slide inside me, trying to find a way to stretch me just a little more. When it finally slipped in I thought my cunt was going to rip, it was intense, it was scary. I loved it. “Oh fuck… that… is fucking tight…” I said looking at my hole in disbelief. I felt her start to work a second finger into my hole. I didn’t say anything, I just watched, in excitement and fear. It found its way beside the first finger. Erica didn’t move the dildo, Megan didn’t move her fingers, I didn’t move my body. We all waited, I was in shock, but after a few moments I felt my pussy start to relax, start to get used to the feeling of being so stretched. Suddenly I was gushing cunt juice again and Megan started to move her fingers in and out, the dildo then started to move as well, and my hips began to rock again. “Fuckkkk… that feels so fucking goooodddddd!” I screamed out not caring who heard. The feeling of being stretched so much was beyond my wildest dreams. “It looks like this whore is going to love getting her cunt stretched out, don’t you think?” Erica asked Megan. “Definitely,” Megan laughed in response. I wasn’t paying attention, I was enjoying the feeling too much, I just wanted to lay there all day getting fucked like this. Unfortunately it all stopped too soon. Megan’s fingers removed themselves and I felt the large cock slide out of me too. My hole felt empty. Gaping. Lonely. “Look at this open cunt,” Erica said. I felt her fingers reach inside on each side and start to pull it open, “we’re going to have so much fun ripping this hole open and ruining it,” I heard her say through a chuckle. I almost came just hearing that. A few moments passed with my pussy being stretched open and admired. My head fell back on the desk, just drinking in the feelings happening. I was in heaven. This is what I always wanted, this is what I needed. My life finally felt like it was headed in the right direction. I felt a tongue start to lick my clit and I moaned again. Were they going to make me cum? Already? Cumming didn’t even come to my mind while being here, stretching is all I really desired. Two fingers soon spread my labia as the tongue moved down slightly and I felt it start to lap up my urethra. It was one of my darkest desires, to have my pisshole stretched open like my other holes, to have it ruined and useless, but not until today did I think it might actually happen. The roughness of Megan’s tongue on it felt amazing, it was so new and intense. “Holy shit! That feels amazing!” I yelled out. I moved back up to my arms looking down at Megans head as she kept licking. Erica came back beside me holding a little black pouch. “You’ve never had anything in your urethra, right?” she asked, still standing there. “No,” I shook my head in response, trying to concentrate through the feelings of Megan’s tongue. “I didn’t think so, so today we’re just going to start small to get you used to the feeling, OK?” I nodded my head ‘yes’ as the feeling of Megan’s tongue was still driving my wild. Erica rolled out the black pouch beside me exposing a bunch of shiny metal rods. She picked up the smallest one and moved beside Megan, pushing her out of the way gently and positioning herself infront of my pisshole. “Are you ready?” Erica asked. “Yes,” I responded, trying to stay calm. It was an extremely strange sensation. It didn’t feel bad or good. It just was. I felt the cold metal push gently against my urethra, slowly forcing it open. My breathing increased more out of the unknown then anything else. Erica looked up at me, our eyes meeting, my head nodding that everything was fine, she pushed harder and the tip popped in. My piss hole was stretching against a tiny dildo essentially. I loved it. I loved the thought of how absolutely nasty it was. How many girls stretched out their pissholes so they could be the biggest stretched out slut ever? I felt the rod move in a little further before Erica pulled it back and then pushed again. She was fucking my peehole. I was having my fucking urethra fucked by my professor. The thought of it was so crazy, so slutty, I was living my fantasy. “Do you like it?” Erica asked looking up, a smile on her face. “Oh fuck yes…” I said looking down at her. The feeling wasn’t like getting fucked in my pussy, or my ass for that matter, it was more about feeling so absolutely whorish that it made me so turned on. I fucking loved it. Before I knew it Erica pulled the rod out completely. My disappointed face looked at her. “Oh don’t worry my little slut, next time we’ll work on it some more,” Erica said right away obviously seeing my disappointment on my face. “Promise?” I said back playfully. Erica smiled. Megan laughed. At this point I was so horny and turned on they could have done anything they wanted to me, I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted them to continue. I knew there was only one hole left and I couldn’t wait. “OK, flip over on to your hands and knees,” Erica said as she went back and grabbed the same big black dildo that she had in my pussy. I almost came just thinking of it in my ass. I wanted to be stretched out so badly. With my ass now facing the window Megan came behind me and started to eat out my hole, getting her saliva all over my ass. “Mmmmm” I moaned as she did it, my eyes closing. I felt her tongue push its way into my hole, starting to open it up just slightly. “Now before we begin, I have to ask a question, did you clean yourself today?” Erica said, with the huge toy in her hands. My face went completely red. I completely forgot about it with the excitement that morning. Suddenly I was worried. What had I done? I thought back and realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, just some water and a juice, so maybe I’d be OK? But there was no way to know. In a few minutes there could be shit everywhere. I knew I’d have to clean it up, but what did that even mean? I shook my head ‘no’. “Hmmmm, well you know what that means then. If there is any mess you will have to clean it up, OK?” Erica asked. “Yes, I understand,” I said back, my face still red. “Good… this will be a good lesson for you. Now… Megan… please insert 3 fingers into Julie’s ass,” Erica said simply. I felt Megan slide a finger and quickly a second one into my asshole right away, moving them in and out quickly, warming up my hole. “Mmmmm your asshole is so perfect,” Megan said as she continued to fuck me. A third finger soon followed the first two. I could feel her spreading them as she fucked me, trying to open me up. It felt amazing. A fourth finger soon entered my hole and Megan pushed them into her knuckles, trying to get as much in as possible. She pulled them back out and then put two fingers from both hands into my hole, pulling them apart, opening up my ass cunt, getting it ready for the huge toy Erica was still holding. “Julie, are you ready for this?” Erica asked, bringing the toy closer to my ass. “Oh god… yes… please push it in me… pleasseeee…” I begged, I desperately wanted to feel my ass stretched open. Erica moved to where Megan was again, positioning the toy at the opening of my hole and started to push, gently. I felt my hole stretch open around it as it entered. I wanted her to just ram it in, to force my asshole to stretch around it, to not give me a choice, but Erica was calm and gentle, making sure I was OK with how it was going. Should I have told her I wanted to be more rough? For my ass to ache after being fucked? Within a few moments the toy pushed deeper into my ass, I could feel my fuck tunnel getting fuller and fuller as the dildo entered me. Finally about 10 inches in it hit a point where it wouldn’t go any further, I could feel a deep pressure inside me, there was still room for it to go, but there was something blocking it, something that needed to be forced out of the way. “Ah, I see we will have to work on your depth,” Erica said, moving the cock slowly out of my ass before pushing it back in. The feeling of it slipping out and then forcing its way back in felt amazing. I moaned out loud as she continued to do it over and over. “By the time we’re done with you you’re ass will be able to take anything and everything both in width and depth. You want to be the biggest fuck hole there is, right?” “Oh god yes… please make me a huge fuck hole… I’ll take anything you can give me… just please destroy me.” I moaned back, while also trying to push myself back against the toy harder, I wanted her to fuck me hard, I wanted her to destroy my ass right then and there. The dildo was pulled out of my ass for the last time annd I whimpered in disappointment. I turned my head back to look at Erica and Megan, desperation on my face. Erica brought the toy closer to my face, I saw some brown streaks on it, I knew what it was, I could smell it on the dildo. It was nasty and dirty and my pussy seemed to drip even harder. Was I this much of a nasty freak? Erica started to speak, “well I guess…” but before she could finish I stuck out my tongue and started to clean the dildo with it. It tasted disgusting, I felt disgusting, it was disgusting, but some part of me loved how depraved it was. I brought a hand up and took the toy, moving it around so I could clean the whole thing. Was this what I was now? “Wow…” Erica said watching my clean the toy, “it looks like you really are a nasty fuckhole aren’t you?” she chuckled while Megan looked on with a giant smile on her face. When I finished cleaning it I handed it back to her, with a smile on my face “Well…,” Erica paused obviously a little taken back by what just happened, “I think that’s good for today.” Erica looked at me, seeing the desperation in my eyes, “oh don’t worry, soon enough I will play with you again. But today was just to find out what you were capable of now. You have some nice holes Julie, but they aren’t nearly big or deep enough, we’re going to have some work to do for sure.” Erica smiled at me and patted my ass gently. I smiled back at her even though I was desperate for more. “OK,” was all I could say. I spun back around on the desk and sat down on it, not sure what was going to happen next. “I have to head out to a meeting, so I will see you soon, Megan will text you for our next meeting,” Erica mentioned while getting dressed and grabbing her things. “Oh, before I leave, I highly encourage you to practice stretching on your own. The more you can do on your own the faster you will be the stretched out whore that you want to be.” Erica smiled and walked out, closing the door behind her. With Erica gone I looked over at Megan still not sure what to do. She smiled at me, “unfortunately I have to get going too… I wish I could stay though… really…” Megan said. “Oh… well OK…” I was disappointed. I got off the desk and started to get dressed myself, shirt, panties and finally the extremely tight jeans. “How long until I get another lesson?”, I asked in a soft tone. I was feeling vulnerable for some reason. I felt like I belonged to them somehow, like I was a little puppy dog who needed to be taken care of. It felt strange. “It shouldn’t be that long, don’t worry sweetie, we’ll have you all stretched out in no time,” Megan said with a smile. I smiled back, not knowing what else to do or say. We both left the office and headed our own way. The walk back home was a little rough. Not just because my jeans made it incredibly hard to walk, but also because my mind was lost in lust. Each step the tight material of my jeans rubbed against my pussy, making it leak. My ass was still on fire from before, it needed to be stretched out so badly, I needed to feel full again. I got back to the sorority as quickly as I could. I had a choice, go up stairs and get changed first, or go down to the secret room and get a giant toy first. I of course chose the second option. I struggled down the stairs in my tight jeans eventually getting to the room. I looked around for something that would both stretch my ass and fit. I didn’t want to waste my time like with the fist, I didn’t want to end up frustrated, I wanted to have my ass stretched right now, no more waiting, it had to be done. I found a toy that was shaped like two huge black cocks put side by side. I grabbed it, looked it over, and decided it was perfect. I forced my legs up the stairs in my tight jeans, saying hi to any of my house mates I came across, finally getting to my room. I threw my bag on the floor, tossed the toy on my bed, and quickly stripped off my clothes, panties and bra, getting on the bed naked. My hands grabbed the huge black dildo and I tried to shove it into my mouth but I could only get the tip in. I kept jamming it against my mouth, I wanted it inside, I wanted my mouth to be able to stretch and be able to take two cocks at once. My saliva and spit drooled out of my mouth and down the toy. “Come on you fucking slut, get this cock nice and wet,” I said out loud to myself. I licked the sides of it up and down, making sure the whole thing was covered in my slobber. I got up on my knees and brought the toy behind me, lining it up to my asshole and pushed the end of it against it. My hole was still warmed up from earlier, it was ready to be reamed open, and I couldn’t wait. I placed the toy down on my bed and started to sit down on it. Slowly my ass opened and the heads of the two cocks slipped inside. “Holy shit… fuck yes!” I screamed out as I continued to push down on the cocks. About half way down I moved back up, feeling my ass pull against the dildo, before I sat back down taking a little more of it into my hole. Again, I pulled up before burying more into my ass. I kept doing this, up and down, each time going faster, each time going deeper. The size of the dildo increased as I got to the bottom. I could feel my slut hole getting wider and wider. “I love this,” I said to myself under my breath, “I fucking love this… I fucking need this… I need to stretch my holes… I need to be a stretched out whore…” my mind was racing and words were spewing from my mouth. I could feel my ass cheeks brushing against my sheets as I continued to move up and down on the toy. I knew I was close to getting it all inside of me, of getting two giant black cocks inside me at the sametime. My desire to finish the job, to get it all inside me, was driving me on, there was no way I was going to stop. “Come on slut!” I said as I made myself slide down even further. The point where I couldn’t go any more like earlier was approaching. I could feel the pressure inside me, I knew in a moment I’d have some pain, I knew it was going to be difficult, but I didn’t want to stop, there was no way I was going to stop now. “You can do it… come on… take the whole fucking thing in your fuck hole…” I said trying to motivate myself. I started to move up and down on the toy faster and faster, my ass was so loose and open the dildo was sliding in and out without any resistance, it felt amazing, I could feel an orgasm growing inside me the harder I fucked myself. It was almost all the way inside, I had almost done it, when I hit the point, “fucccccckkkk!” I yelled out as the pain inside me grew. My hand reached around and I could feel that I was only an inch from getting it all inside, and inch from reaching my goal. “You can fucking do this you slut!” I screamed as I brought a hand up and slapped myself across the face. My eyes teared up but it spurred me on. I felt so dirty, so nasty, so slutty, only a true whore would do that. I fucked my ass on the toy even harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I said as each time I sat down a sharp pain would course through my body, but I kept going, kept forcing myself, until finally it was in. I reached round and felt the toy again, I was down to the base. I smiled and laughed out loud a little bit. I had done it. “You fucking slut,” I said with a smile. I didn’t cum, but getting it all inside me was almost better. The accomplishment was amazing. My whole body felt lighter, like a champion being carried around. I lifted up and the giant toy slipped out of my hole. I reached over and grabbed my phone and took a picture of my asshole, I needed to see what it looked like. “Holy shit…” I said looking at the picture. There was a large gape, and the edges were all red and puffy. It was obvious my hole had been abused, but I loved it. It looked beautiful to me. My hands grabbed the giant black toy and brought it back to my mouth. My tongue licked the tip and then down the shafts. I tasted my anal juices on it, I loved every second of it. Finally I put the toy down and walked naked over to my joint washroom and had a shower. The warm water felt great, especially when it flowed over my used asshole. I thought about the day, how I had all four holes played with by my professor and her assistant, how amazing it felt to be so open about it, to just let myself be used. It felt right. I thought about my ass being stretched wide and deep on my bed by the double dicked dildo. How good it felt to ride it hard and deep, how nasty I felt pushing the toy deeper into my hole on each thrust, pushing myself past the pain to get it all inside of me. For a moment I worried about any damage I could have done now that my extreme lust had toned down somewhat, but I felt OK so I let it be. The fear of being hurt wasn’t something that was going to stop me, it was the fear of not being able to stretch myself if I got hurt, if I needed to rest and recover, it would be absolute hell not to be able to continue my journey. I turned the shower off and got out, wrapping a towel both around my body and my hair. After drying off I put on a pair of thin pajama shorts and a matching shirt and headed downstairs to grab some dinner, reheated leftovers was the treat of the night. I brought it back up to my room and started to watch a movie as I ate. About half way through I heard Emily’s door open and close, and then just a few minutes later some soft moaning, and then shortly after loud moaning and the tell tale words of Emily having sex, “oh fuck yes!”. At first I tried to ignore it, I tried to focus on the movie infront of me, but soon the moans started to penetrate my brain. I layed back against my pillows, my hand rubbing my pussy over my shorts. A few moments passed and I slipped my shorts off, letting my hands roam freely. They moved down past my cunt and felt my well used ass lips. As soon as I touched them I felt extremely turned on again. The feeling of how ruined they were, how puffy, and yet how they felt needy, like they needed to be used again. I laid down on my side, my legs bent at my hips, my hand reached behind me and started to shove three fingers into my asshole again, Emily’s moans convincing me to continue. A fourth finger was added without much trouble, my hole still open and ready to be used without much convincing. I moaned to myself as I knew what was coming next. My thumb slipped in beside the fingers and I started pushing harder, feeling my knuckles start to push against my ass cunt. I wanted my fist so badly, I needed my fist in me, I didn’t have a choice. I continued to push harder, pulling my fingers out and then pushing my knuckles back against my ass, over and over, until finally my hand popped in. My ass sucked my hand inside up to my wrist. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes. My mind raced. I didn’t move it for a few minutes, just getting used to the feeling, to the sensation of having my whole hand in my ass. It was amazing. Soon after I slowly started to pull my hand out a bit, before letting it slide back in. This continued for a while, each time pulling my hand a little further out before letting it get sucked in again. Finally I pulled it all the way out, but instead of leaving it at that I pushed it back in immediately, and then pulled it out again quickly, before putting it back in. “Holy shit….” I moaned out while doing this. Feeling my hole open and close around my hand was the best feeling. Feeling it stretch each time was exactly what I loved. I kept doing it, faster and faster, I was punching my asshole open and it was what I loved. What kind of sick slut liked this? I continued to punch my asshole for as long as I could remember, time seemed to slip by without me noticing, the intense pleasure I was feeling carrying me like a wave, I just kept punching my ass until at some point I passed out while doing what I loved.

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Hi Everyone, here is the next chapter of the Stretch Sorority. Hopefully you like it. Things start to heat up, and even more in Chapter 4. Chapter 4 is already up on my Patreon if anyone is interested: www.patreon.com/heavyandhorny Comments/suggestions are welcome! Thanks. (PS, the line spacing when I post here is annoying but I got too lazy to fix it all, sorry! lol) Kat put a key into the door and turned the handle, pushing it forward and letting us walk inside. I looked around the room and couldn’t believe what was there, all I could say was, “holy shit!” ---------------------------------------------- My head turned left and right as my eyes tried to take in everything I was seeing. It was a room that contained everything anyone’s darkest desires could need. My heart started to pump in my chest, it felt weird being there, everything thing I’d ever dreamt of was now within arms reach. The room was laid out much like the main room, tables in the middle, shelves around the outside. The difference was these tables weren’t for working, they we obviously for sex, people to lay on and get fucked in unimaginable ways. I could feel my pussy start to moisten almost immediately. The shelves surrounding the room had everything you could think of, and probably even more. My eyes immediately stared at the back shelf, transfixed on the long line of dildos sitting there. These weren’t like the toys in the first room, these were bigger, much bigger. Some of them were a little larger than Emily and I had used, but others were simply massive. I walked over to take a closer look, and on my way there I looked at the other shelves. Drugs were laid out in small packages, weed, cocaine, and pills that I had no idea what they would do, it made my mind spin to think of the girls I knew here using any of them. I passed a door to a washroom, I peeked inside and saw a marble room with a large shower with triple shower heads. As I got closer to the back shelves I started to get a better look at the toys on display. They grew in size like the other room, but this time the smallest one was the size of the largest one before. There were all kinds of different styles, simple pink, black and white ones, and then others that looked like alien cocks, it was surreal seeing all of the different colours and textures available. I wanted to reach down and start rubbing my cunt right there, but I held off, trying to focus on exploring instead. The size of the toys kept increasing as I walked along the wall, there were thick toys that were a couple of inches wide and a foot long, but that was just the beginning, soon they were three, then four, then five inches wide, each toy with a little placard in front explaining the size. I felt Emily come up beside me and I looked up at her and I could see the look on her face, she was just as amazed and turned on as me, there was no denying her pussy soaking too. We moved a little further, looking closely at each dildo infront of us. There were toys that were shaped like fists, some with a full arm, others with just the hand portion, some with fingers pointing, some clenched. There were toys with two hands together, and even three hands together, and they just kept increasing in size and length. I was amazed as they kept growing, six, seven, eight inches wide, one, two, three feet long. Some thin and extremely long, others were shorter but so wide I couldn’t imagine anyone being about to take it. My hands reached out and started to instinctively stroke the dildos as they stood in front of me, my mouth almost drooling. Finally the long row of dildos ended and our eyes landed on a group of butt plugs, again starting smaller and growing to huge sizes. There were different colours and materials as well, some with ridges, and some smooth, but all of them looked amazing, and I couldn’t wait to try them out. Beside the plugs were containers of lube up and down the wall, ready to take at anytime, and beside the lube was a line of thin metal rods that gradually grew in size, I read the placard below them and saw “sounding rods” and I knew right away my darkest desire of being a four hole whore was something I just might be able to achieve. I blushed deeply as I looked at the rods, and then turned to look at the rest of the room. It was just so overwhelming, seeing everything available to me, and knowing, after years of just dreaming, my desires might finally be possible, I might finally be able to do what I always wanted to do, I might finally be able to be what I always wanted to be. The emotions I was feeling were amazing, I felt a relief that I hadn’t felt before, and an excitement that I couldn’t contain. Being so far from home allowed me to not worry about the judgement, and only focus on me, and what I wanted. And now I was standing in a room, with people, that would allow me to be me. I smiled and reached towards Emily, pulling her into me and giving her a kiss. “So, I’m taking it you two like this room?” Kat spoke up with a little chuckle. I turned towards her, “Uh, ya, this is fucking amazing!” “Well I’m glad you like it, but I actually have one other thing for you,” Kat stepped closer and reached out her hand. Inside were two platinum credit cards. Emily and I both took one confused. “Uhhhh what are these?” Emily asked. “Well, now that you are full members you get an added bonus. Each member gets a credit card with $1000 to spend per month. It can be on food, books, clothes or whatever you want.” Emily and I looked at each other shocked. “Oh… well… thanks… but why?” I asked, still confused. “Because in order to stretch yourself you need to have everything you need, and not have to worry about other things that could distract you, so this is how we help you do that. We really do want you to have everything you need to reach your full potential.” It took a minute for everything to sink in before I could say anything, “Wow… this is so amazing… thanks Kat!” I moved in and gave her a hug. I felt her hands roam down my body and lightly graze my ass. “No problem girls, we just want you to be happy,” Kat paused for a second, “well I should be leaving, so I will leave you two here to explore.” And with that Kat was gone, but it also made me snap back to reality a little and wonder what time it was. I looked at my phone and realized I only had 20 minutes until my first class. “FUCK, I need to go Emily!” I said with a whine. Emily smiled at me, “that’s OK babe, we will have plenty of time to explore later on. Oh actually, do you want to go to the mall after classes today? Maybe try out this new card?” I didn’t really have time to think about it as I was in such a rush so I just answered with a quick “sure”. -------------------------------------------------------- My day at school was very difficult. Not because of the work or the classes but because it was almost impossible to concentrate on anything. My mind just kept racing back to the room, the toys, the tables, the drugs. I wanted it all, I wanted to stretch my holes out and cum like never before, but instead I was stuck here, learning about who knows what. I sat there in my jeans and sweater trying as hard as I could to focus on the professor, to keep my mind off my pussy and ass, but I just couldn’t do it, I couldn’t stop my horniness from growing. My cunt was soaking wet and I was getting worried that a wet patch would start to show through my jeans. I excused myself from the class, leaving my books there, and walking quickly to the washroom. I found a stall in the back, locked the door and quickly pushed down my jeans and panties exposing my wet pussy to the air. My hand immediately went to work, rubbing my clit and within moments I could feel an orgasm coming. I was so turned on that everything was happening so quickly. The more turned on I get, the more I’m willing to do. My hand kept rubbing my clit, slowing a little, letting the sensations run through my body, feeling every tingle as I reacted. My ass scooted down on the toilet seat and I pushed my jeans down to my ankles. I knew the time was ticking by and the professor was going to start wondering where I was, but I just didn’t care, what I was doing, working myself to cumming, was more important, at that moment it was more important than anything else. My other hand came down and I pushed three fingers into my cunt right away. My hole was stretched out enough from my time with Emily that three fingers was my new minimum. “I’m such a slut,” I mumbled to myself when I thought about that fact. Anything less than three fingers wasn’t even worth my time, my whore hole was only interested in being stretched out. I kept fucking my cunt with my fingers and rubbing my clit as I got closer and closer to cumming. I heard the door open to the washroom and someone walk in but I was too close to cumming, I couldn’t stop myself anymore. My fingers were pushed knuckle deep into my hole as I started to spasm, my cunt contracting around my fingers, squeezing them tight, “OH FUCK,” I said too loudly, my head falling back against the wall. I didn’t know if the other person heard me, they must have, but I didn’t care. I sat there for a few moments, catching my breath, trying to compose myself, my mind racing. I moved to change my life, to be someone different, and instead I was becoming more of a slut then I had ever been. Getting off in the school bathroom was not something I had planned, but now, sitting here, it somehow felt right. My mind was finally realizing that trying to change wasn’t me, I was this person, the one sitting here in the washroom, her pussy still exposed, having just cum while someone else was listening. It felt amazing, and I wanted more. After cleaning myself up I returned to my class. The professor gave me a not great glance as he continued with his course. Looking at my phone I realized I missed 20 minutes which was more than I planned. As the class continued I tried to focus on the course material, but again I was failing and before I knew it my pussy was dripping wet again. The day really did become harder and harder. Finally my classes ended and I texted Emily to see what the plan was for the shopping she wanted to do. Apparently the credit card was burning a hole in her pocket. Me: Hey, still want to go shopping? Emily: Ya of course! Are you ready to go now? Me: Ya, I just finished class Emily: I’ll meet you at the mall in 30mins, OK? Me: Ya sounds good see you soon The mall was half way from the house and the school so it made sense to meet there, even though walking by myself in my current turned on state wasn’t my first choice. I needed a distraction, I needed something to keep my mind off the pleasure that my pussy was feeling every step that I took. All I could think about was the room back at the house, the toys, the plugs, the drugs, I wanted to try everything, I wanted to get stretched out like no one else. I could feel my holes hanging open, not being physically able to close again, just being a wide open whore. My heart started to beat faster as I thought about it, about how humiliating it would be, but how slutty it would be at the sametime. I could see the mall ahead of me and I spotted a bench where I could wait for Emily. I sat down and opened my phone texting her that I was there. My mind wandered again, thinking about getting back to the house, exploring the rooms, and shoving my holes full of toys. Minutes passed by, and soon it had been half an hour since I had texted. I texted her again. Me: Emily are you still coming? I was starting to get a little worried and a lot annoyed, maybe it should have been the other way around. Where was she? If she was going to be late that was fine, but she could at least tell me that. I decided to wait a little longer, checking my phone far too often for an update on the time, and if there were any messages from Emily. I saw other people walk in and out of the mall, yet I continued just to sit there. My rage increasing. After an hour of waiting I gave up, there was no way I was going to wait any longer. I texted Emily a quick passive aggressive message, “I’m leaving”, and headed back to the house. My mind had switched from being extremely horny to being extremely annoyed. Emily was my one friend I had made here so far, and she was already letting me down. I got back to the house and quickly walked up to my room, I didn’t want to even check on Emily, maybe I was being childish, and I was a little worried that something had happened to her, but my annoyance overruled everything, I wasn’t even thinking about stretching my holes anymore unfortunately. After a while of stewing in my own anger and finally starting to calm down, I had to go to the washroom, I opened the door and immediately heard moaning coming from Emily’s room and my anger grew again. “She fucking blew me off to have sex?” I said out loud as I sat on the toilet. I tried to rationalize why she would do it, why she couldn’t have at least texted me to let me know. Back in my room I tried to think about other things, I did some school work, I watched a movie, I even watched some porn to try to get turned on again, but I just kept thinking of how Emily let me down. Eventually I decided to head down to the room in the basement and take a look around. I walked in and took a look at all of the toys again, touching them, trying to imagine what they would feel like inside of me. I picked up one that was shaped like a fist and inspected it, deciding to bring it back to my room to try it out. I had loved when Emily fisted me, but I found it hard to do myself, so I had hoped that the toy would help. Back in my room I stripped out of my clothes and started to use the toy, but the angle was just always awkward. I tried to sit on it, I tried laying on my back, I even tried doing it in doggy, but each time it just didn’t quite work, I couldn’t get the fist into my pussy no matter how hard I tried. “FUCK!” I said finally falling on my bed, fist beside me, exhausted and annoyed. I needed help, not only physically, but also emotionally. I needed to feel like an extreme slut to get turned on enough to stretch my holes, and I needed someone to push me, to stretch me. I thought Emily was going to be that person, but now I wasn’t so sure. I rubbed my clit until I had a completely underwhelming orgasm. A shower, pajamas, tv and sleep was next on my agenda. As I walked into the bathroom again I heard loud moaning still coming from Emily’s room. Was she fucking the same guy? A different guy? It was hard to know, but it just pissed me off more. The shower felt good and helped me relax which was nice. I put on a pair of short pajama shorts and a hoodie and realized I was feeling hungry so I headed downstairs to the kitchen, saying “hi” to any of the girls I ran into and quickly made myself a grilled cheese and brought it back up to my room. The next two hours were spent eating and watching some TV while I relaxed on my bed and tried to forget about things. Soon after I fell asleep, hoping that the next day would be better. ------------------------------- “Julie” I heard being whispered in my ear. “Julieeeee” I heard another whisper, this time accompanied by a gentle rocking. My eyes groggily opened to see Emily sitting on the edge of my bed. “What the fuck time is it?” I said right away, looking over at my clock and seeing 2am in bright orange numbers. “Sorry… I just needed to talk to you,” Emily said still in a whispered tone which I appreciated. I pushed myself up on my shoulders and looked at her, “what do you want?” She looked at me with eyes begging for forgiveness, “I just want to say I’m sorry.” My anger stirred back up, “ya, well, I waited for you for an hour and texted you and I never heard anything… that was pretty fucked up.” “I know… I know… I just… met someone and…” Emily started before I cut her off. “Ya, I know what happened, I could hear you loud and clear… you picked a guy over me… I got it…” I didn’t want her to think I was OK with any of this. “Julie… I know… it wasn’t right… but…” “Yes…?” I was willing to listen, but not without some attitude. “Well, remember how we said what we wanted to be? Truly wanted to be? And I wanted to be a huge slut basically?” Emily said with a little more excitement in her voice. “Uh… ya?” I said back. “Well, I met this guy and I asked him if he wanted to fuck, and of course he did, and it all just happened so fast, and I got carried away and forgot to text you… I am SO sorry!” I took a second to contemplate what she just told me. She didn’t text because she was doing what she truly desired. Isn’t that the whole point of being here? But at the sametime she could have texted me, she should have texted me. “Emily… I mean… I’m glad that you got to do what you wanted to do, being a slut and cumming and all that, I’m happy for you… but… you should have texted me, I was just sitting there waiting for you…” “I know… you’re 100% right... but can you forgive me?” Emily asked with a smile, obviously hoping to persuade me with it. A moment passed before I spoke again, “ya, of course I forgive you… but I really need to sleep now… OK?” It was not a completely convincing statement and that was what I was going for. I forgave her to a point, but I was still angry and didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “OK Julie… sorry again… maybe we can do something tomorrow?” Emily said while slowly walking out of my room. “We’ll see…” I answered, closing my eyes. ------------------------------------- The next two weeks didn’t improve too much. I went to my classes as usual, talked to Emily a little bit, and tried to stretch my holes occasionally without any real progress. The tension between Emily and me was still there and it meant no fuck sessions between the two of us. I knew she was having plenty of them though because there was constant fuck sounds coming from her room. I was definitely watching TV much louder than I used too. It sucked that we still had the awkward distance between us, and I hoped it would change, but I wasn’t sure it would, I wasn’t sure of much anymore. When I moved into the sorority everything looked like it was going to be great, school, social life, and even being a stretched out whore, but now almost nothing was what I thought. I spent some time with the other girls in the house, but none of us were close. I struggled to really get to a place where I could stretch myself like I wanted, and that might have been the most depressing part of the whole situation. All I could do was go to class, keep positive, and hope that things turned around. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long. I was about to pack up my things and leave my regular English class when I heard Professor White call up to me and ask me to stay after class. I almost missed it because I didn’t expect it to happen. I put my things in my bag and walked down the steps to the front of the class after everyone else had left. “Professor… you wanted to see me?” I asked quietly as she was in discussions with her teaching assistant. “Yes… just one moment,” Professor White said I took a step back and waited, my mind wondering what I could possibly be needed for, and my eyes wandering. Ms. White was much more attractive than I recalled, maybe because I never really spent the time to look. I think she was in her late thirties, maybe early forties and definitely looked after herself. She was dressed mostly in black, heels, stockings and tight knee length skirt, and a dark blue sweater on top, professional, but still with a little bit of fun too. I couldn’t remember if she always dressed like that or not. These were the thoughts I had while I waited. Her assistant whose name I couldn’t remember was extremely beautiful. She was very tall, maybe even over six feet, and skinny. Her arms and legs seemed to go on forever, I thought she could have been a model. I saw some bare ankles by her flat shoes, but the rest of her was covered up by a long dress. I wondered what she looked like underneath it. My trance was broken when I heard my name called again. “Ms. McIntosh?” I heard Ms. White say. I shook my head a little to get focus, “yes?” I answered. She smiled before speaking, “I’d like to discuss something with you in my office, do you have time to come up now?” “Of course Professor,” I said with a smile, getting more worried now. “Oh please, call me Erica,” she said with a smile of her own. I followed her and her assistant out of the class, down some halls and up a flight of stairs until we got to her office. Inside were two desks and large windows that looked out over the school grounds. The sun was beaming in and made the room glow a little. Erica put her stuff down on one desk, and her assistant put her things on the other. I waited in the middle a little unsure. “So, Ms McIntosh…” Erica started before I stopped her. “Oh, just call me Julie,” “Ah, OK, Julie… so… I heard you are a member of the Stretch Sorority?” I was shocked when the words came out of her mouth, was that what this meeting was about? I looked over at the assistant but she gave me no reaction. “Ummm, yes… for about two weeks now…” Erica smiled, “and how do you like it so far?” “Well…” I thought for a moment, “if I’m being honest I feel a little lost there right now.” Erica moved closer to me and touched my shoulder, “Well it can be hard to find your place, especially when you have moved so far.” I nodded my head and continued to listen. “Which is why I wanted to talk to you actually,” she continued, “I used to be a member of the Stretch Sorority.” I was basically speechless, only able to mutter, “oh.” “Ya… and I actually spoke to Kat the other day and she mentioned that you were… struggling a little bit and she wondered if I would be willing to help you,” she looked at me closer, waiting for a reaction. “Ummm… OK…” I didn’t know what to say. Erica laughed a little. “Here, let me show you what I mean,” she said with a smile, “Megan, can you help me?” “Of course Erica,” Megan the assistant said as she got up from her chair. I watched the scene play out in front of me, my mouth a little agape the whole time. Megan moved closer to Erica and as she did she grabbed her dress with her hands and lifted it up and over head, dropping it on the ground and continuing to walk, all in one graceful motion. Only a black g-string now sat between her and complete nakedness. My eyes gazed upon her figure, her true skinniness now coming into view, her ribs poking through slightly, her stomach as flat as a board, her legs and arms just as thin. Her skin was as white as snow. Something about her made me pussy throb. Erica was turned with her back towards me, I watched as Megan got down on her knees beside her, her hands reaching for the hem of Erica’s skirt, and slowly lifted it up and over her ass onto her waist. What the fuck was I watching? What was happening? My mind was spinning out of control as my cunt was dripping juices down my jean covered legs. With the skirt now out of the way Erica’s lower half was covered only in black thigh highs and a pair of black fine mesh panties, I could just see a glimmer of her white skin through them. Megan’s hands now grabbed the panties and started to pull them down, eventually onto the floor where Erica stepped out of them. I looked up for just a second, finally realizing the windows were still uncovered, meaning anyone outside would be able to see the beautiful view I had, it made my heart skip with excitement before I went back to focusing on the scene in front of me. Erica spread her legs a little bit and took a deep breath, I could see her whole body relax, the room seeming to calm with her. Megan reached around Erica’s ass and put a hand on each cheek, pulling them apart, and letting me see the perfect asshole inside. I wanted to get down and lick it, to taste it, but my body was frozen in place watching the spectacle in front of me. Erica took another deep breath and then I could tell she started to push. I watched as her asshole started to open, slowly, it grew in size, wider and wider. Megan just stayed in place, hands pulling the cheeks apart, no movement, Erica breathed again and pushed again, her ass grew some more, the size was now maybe 2 or 3 inches wide, I couldn’t breath, I was lost with lust and curiosity, Erica pushed again and now I saw something I had only seen in movies, a rose started to appear in the middle of her ass, it looked beautiful, my desire to get closer to it grew, but I stayed still in shock. Another deep breath and another push and the rose started to push out of her ass, extending into the air outside of her body, at first an inch, and then two inches. I audibly gasped as I watched. One of my greatest fantasies was to have a huge prolapse that hung outside of my body, and now right in front of me I was witnessing it happening with my professor and her assistant. Erica took another breath and pushed again, her prolapse grew further, six, seven, eight inches of her ass hung out. It was bright red and beautiful. My pussy was on fire, I was so turned on, so horny, I would have done anything. Another breath and push, her prolapse kept expanding, my mouth hung open, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A full twelve inches of her nasty anal hole was out of her body, hanging there, looking like the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Megan finally moved, her head getting closer to the massive prolapse, her tongue reaching out and she started to lick it. Her mouth moved from the base near Erica’s ass all the way to the tip, and back again. She looked like she was in heaven. Erica moaned. I swore there was a wet spot on my jeans. Megan began to stick her tongue into the end of Erica’s massive prolapse, fucking it with her tongue before Erica finally spoke up. “I think that’s enough for today.” And with that Megan took her hand and started to push Erica’s prolapse back into her ass. It seemed to retract into place like nothing had happened, Megan’s hand following it all the way in, pushing it completely, her fist entering Erica’s ass, I thought it would stop but it didn’t, her hand and arm just kept going, sinking deeper and deeper into the anal abyss that was Erica’s hole. Megan’s elbow hit Erica’s ass and finally stopped, she pulled it back out and reached for Erica’s panties, positioning them so Erica could step into them, pulling them back up into place. Then the skirt came down into place and she turned around. Everything was done in silence, it was like a regular occurrence, nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. I was shaken. Megan got up, grabbed her dress and put it back on her body before going to sit down at her desk again. I stood there not knowing what to do. Thankfully Erica spoke up, “so Julie, what did you think?” I struggled to speak, my mouth was dry, “that was… amazing…” Erica smiled, “so, do you think you would like to be able to do that? Maybe even more?” I nodded my head yes before speaking, “oh god yes… I would love that…” “Well good… I would like to offer my services to you… I’d like to help you become what you want to be… a four hole whore… is that right?” Erica said with a sly smile. I blushed heavily when I heard that, obviously Kat had told Erica quite a bit, “yes… that’s right…” “Well I think we can achieve that, but it will take hard work and dedication… are you ready for that?” Erica asked. “Yes!” I said without any hesitation. The thought of being stretched in every hole was all I wanted, and now finally I felt like there might be a way to have it happen. “I’m so happy to hear that Julie… and to have met you. Unfortunately I need to leave for a meeting. Megan?” Erica looked across the room. “Yes?” Megan responded looking up from some papers. “Would you be able to take Julie out and get her setup and explain everything?” “Ya, of course Erica, no problem… I’d love too,” Megan said before looking at me and smiling. I just stood there and smiled, confused, lost, horny. Erica grabbed her things before walking towards the door. “Julie… it was great meeting you today, I’ll see you soon,” and with that my professor was gone. I didn’t even have a chance to think through things before Megan touched my shoulder, “ready to go?” I followed her out of the office, down the stairs and out to the parking lot, eventually getting into her silver Honda. Within a few minutes we were on our way to wherever, my mind just starting to refocus on reality. “Ummmm, where are we going?” I asked in a soft tone. “Oh, sorry, we’re going to the mall… you have your credit card from the sorority, right?” Megan asked in the most cheerful tone I’d heard from her yet. “Uh, ya,” was all I blurted out. “OK good because we have to get you some new things.” “Oh… OK?” I said completely unsure of what was happening. Megan turned to me and smiled, “sorry, I know everything has been a bit of whirlwind so far, but I think Erica wanted to do that as a test… you know to see how you would react.” I looked back at her, a look of confusion still on my face, “well… did I pass?” I heard laughter before the answer, “oh ya, with flying colours.” A few moments passed before I spoke up again, “sooooo… are you part of the sorority?” “Me? Oh god no, I couldn’t do that, I’m way too much of a loaner to live with a bunch of other people,” Megan said with a chuckle, “not to say it’s bad though!” obviously trying not to insult me. “Ya… I probably wouldn’t be in one either normally, but I didn’t know anyone and it seemed like a good way to meet people.” “That makes sense… how do you like it now after being there for a while?” Megan seemed genuinely curious. “To be honest, I’m not sure. At first it was great, but I feel alone there too now. I mean… the facilities are amazing though… if you know what I mean,” I chuckled “Oh… I do,” Megan laughed before adding, “if you ever want some company you are more than welcome to hang out at my place. I have a roommate but she’s cool.” I felt a little warmth inside of me, this felt different then Emily, more real, less sexually based, “ya… that sounds great.” Megan continued to drive and we sat in silence for a few minutes, I looked out the windows and enjoyed the view, the sun beaming through warming my body. I took my sweater off and sat there in my t-shirt, my bag on my lap, relaxing and feeling good. “So, Julie, we’re almost there, so I guess I should tell you some of the rules Erica has… you know if you want her help,” Megan said seriously. “Rules?” I asked. “Ya, I mean, nothing too crazy, just things she likes and expects. If you don’t follow them then she might decide not to help you… so it’s up to you, I just want you to know.” “Oh… OK,” I was suddenly a little worried about what I had gotten myself into. Megan could tell I was a little concerned, “Don’t worry, nothing is that bad. So the first thing is Erica wants you to dress a certain way, which is why we’re going to the mall.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “Well, basically, slutty,” Megan laughed, “she likes the idea of knowing you are constantly looking like a slut and want to be stretched out at all times.” “Oh… well… OK,” I tried to stay level headed but deep down I was loving the idea, my pussy twitched just from the thought. “The second thing is you need to be willing to do whatever she says whenever she says. Now before you freak out she’s not crazy, she’s normal, but… she will want to push you to be what you really want deep down, so some stuff will be… interesting,” Megan continued. My heart started to beat faster, I was loving everything so far, being pushed to be a dirty stretched out whore? Yes please. “Thirdly, be honest. If you want something, or something is bothering you, tell her, if you aren’t honest she won’t be able to get you to where you want to be, OK?” Megan turned to me looking for acknowledgement. I nodded in confirmation. “Number four is more of a tip. Try to keep yourself… clean… inside…” she smiled, “do you know what I mean?” I did, “yes”. “OK, good, because if you make a mess, I mean it’s OK… shit happens,” Megan and I both laughed out loud, “but Erica will definitely want you to clean it up.” “Understood,” I struggled to get out still laughing a little. “Here is what I do, wake up, clean yourself out, and then don’t eat anything all day, just liquids, and then at night you eat what you want,” she started. “Uhhhh… don’t you get hungry?” I asked, not sure how I would do what she suggested. “Honestly, I did at first, but not anymore, and now I love it… something about it is so… ummm… dirty and depraved… I mean I still eat, just not during the day,” “Wow… OK… I’ll try…” I was still in shock, but I now knew why Megan was so skinny, “so Erica helps you too?” I asked, breaking up the rules speech. “Oh, ya a little, but honestly I’m more into helping her, I just can’t get enough… and now I guess I’ll get to help you too,” Megan said with another huge smile. God she was perfect. “Now, rule number five is the most important, ready?” “Yep.” “Have fun,” she laughed again, “seriously, if you’re not getting some enjoyment out of it, why do it? So make sure you like what is happening, and if you’re not remember rule number three, be honest.” I smiled, I couldn’t believe this was happening, it all seemed too perfect, “I think I can follow that one.” We pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car, walking into the mall and heading into some stores. “OK, I’m going to go and pick some stuff for you that I think Erica would like, why don’t you just sit here and relax,” Megan said, starting to walk away. “Don’t I need to try anything on?” I asked. “Nope, I’ll try to get your size… if it’s too small you’ll just have to wait or you know… squeeze into it.” “Oh… OK…” I said, confused, but not willing to screw anything up. Megan walked off and I sat there, thinking about the craziness of the day. What is my life? How did I get in a situation where my professor was going to help me not only in class but also stretch my holes. Was this a dream? Was it just a figment of my imagination? This process continued for a few stores, I sat, Megan shopped with my card, my mind ran through crazy thoughts. I was getting more and more turned on as my imagination ran wild. How big would my holes get stretched? What would Erica make me do? What was Megan buying me? My cunt was dripping wet again, I wanted to touch it, I wanted to get off, but I knew I couldn’t, not here, not yet. Megan eventually returned with another full bag of clothes. “Hey… how are you doing?” she asked sitting down beside me on the bench just outside the changing rooms. “I’m good,” my face blushed a little as I said it. “Oh really?” Megan said with a smirk, her hand landing on my thigh, shock waves shot through my body and culminated in my cunt. “Uh… ya…” my voice stuttered. “Well… I’m done shopping… but maybe I should just take a look at one more thing,” her evil grin growing. In one quick motion Megan left the bag on the bench and moved to her knees in front of me. Her hands started to work on the button and zipper of my jeans, opening them quickly and starting to pull my jeans down. “Megan! Someone could see!” I said worriedly. “So?” was her only response, “doesn’t that turn you on slut?” God, she was right, it did turn me on, her words almost made me cum right then and there. I said nothing and let her continue. She pulled my jeans down below my knees and pushed my knees as wide as they would go making the pink material of my panties stretch against my teenage pussy. Her fingers pulled the material to the side letting the cool air hit my soaked hole for the first time, “mmmmm” I moaned out, Megan smiled. I felt her tongue touch my pussy for the first time, “Oh fuck…” I said out loud, it felt amazing, I loved it, I wanted more. Soon after I felt a couple of fingers enter me, working their way in and out. “I can tell your pussy is going to be able to get stretched out nice and wide, I can’t wait to help Erica ruin this beautiful fuck hole of yours,” Megan said looking deep into my soul. She added a third and then a fourth finger into my cunt, I scooted down lower on the bench offering myself to her, “please… fuck me… stretch me nice and wide,” I said as I locked eyes on her. I felt her tuck her thumb beside her fingers and start to push harder into my cunt, little by little I felt her fist sink into me. “Do you want this slut? Do you want my whole hand in your pussy? Do you want me to do it right here in the middle of this store? Maybe you’ll get caught, maybe someone will see how much of a fucking dirty slut you are… do you want that Julie?” Megan said with a little rasp, looking straight at me, her hand forcing its way into me. “Oh fuck yes… rip my fucking hole open… please! Fist my fucking cunt! I want everyone to know how fucking depraved I am!” I said far too loudly. Megan’s hand pushed harder until it finally slipped inside me, I let out a loud gasp as my mind spun out of control, my hand came down and started to play with my clit as Megan slowly moved her hand in and out of my pussy. “Do you like this slut? Do you like my whole hand in your pussy?” “Oh fuck yes… I fucking love it!” Just then I saw something move to my right, my head turned seeing a sales girl standing there, I heard a gasp, a hand moved to her mouth, and then she turned and ran away. I looked at Megan not sure what to do, my hand stopped rubbing my clit, my heart was in my throat. She just looked at me before saying, “you better fucking cum before security gets here!” My mind could hardly handle what she was saying. She wanted me to continue after being caught, to risk getting arrested, just to be the biggest possible slut. I looked right back at her. “Fuck me harder!” I yelled out as my hand returned to my clit rubbing it as hard as I could. Megan’s hand started to move in and out of my cunt harder and deeper with each thrust. I felt her wrist bones enter me for the first time, her fist stretching further and further into my hole. With each thrust she pulled her hand completely out of my cunt before punching it back in, faster and faster until she was punch fucking me as hard as she could. My cunt was so wet, so open it would have taken anything at that point, my body, my mind, everything was melting, unable to control itself. “OH FUCKKKKKKK…” I screamed out, my body convulsing, shaking, Megan's hand slipping out of my cunt for the last time, I fell to my side laying on the bench, my eyes closing, I couldn’t help myself, my limbs were numb, I had no control, I had never cummed like that, it was mind blowing, I needed more of it. “Julie! We have to go! Now!” Megan said with a little worry in her voice now. She helped me up, pulled up my jeans and closed them. I could hardly stand. She grabbed the bags and took my hand helping guide me through the back of the door, we went through the employees area and out the rear exit. I tried to go as quickly as I could but I felt like I was floating. Megan opened my door and shoved me in before running around to her side, getting in, starting the car and flooring it out of the parking lot. “Holy fuck…” I heard Megan say as my mind slowly started to return to normal. “Huh?” I said groggily. “That was so fucking hot Julie! We almost got arrested! Holy shit I fucking loved it!” Megan was ecstatic. “Oh… ya…” I couldn’t concentrate. “Julie you’re so fucking amazing… your cunt… wow… if your other holes are like that we are going to have so much fucking fun!” Megan was almost jumping with joy. “Ya…” I said before closing my eyes and passing out. ---------------------------------------- “Julie?” I heard softly beside me. I opened my eyes, “what?” “We’re here,” Megan said. I looked around and noticed we were at the sorority house. I was still completely out of it, completely worn out. “Oh… thanks." Megan leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips, “you were amazing today… now go inside and rest up… I’ll text you when Erica can meet up...and remember the rules on the days you’re going to meet with her… and… ya… I’d love to see you too… just us,” she blushed a little. “OK,” was all I could say. Megan laughed. I got out of the car, grabbed the bags and headed inside. I was completely out of it. Would it be like this everytime? I could hardly function. I made it to my room, dropped the bags on the floor and got into bed. I passed out in my clothes and dreamed about what was in my future.

Hey everyone, thanks for the comments! I have just finished Chapter 3 but I also started a Patreon recently for my stories so it is only on there for right now. If you want to check it out now you can at www.patreon.com/heavyandhorny That said I WILL be posting it here too in the future, but I need to have it up on my Patreon for a little bit first. @elirian good points! If I have a situation in the future where it fits I'll make sure to use the correct terms. @kgnot I'm Canadian, but it's supposed to take place in the US. Also I will say this, the third chapter builds a little more, but by the end there is a clear path for Julie's holes to get fucked up!

This chapter has some more action, and a confession of what's to come next. A slightly more edited version is on Literotica if you want to read it there. Let me know your thoughts, etc. The next morning I somehow woke up in my bed back in my hotel room. I couldn’t remember how I got there, but what I did know was I was still wearing the same clothes as last night, and I had a splitting headache. I pushed myself out of bed, hands on my knees, trying to regain some composure so I could get to the washroom. As I took my first steps I remembered I didn’t have panties on, obviously forgetting to get them before I left last night. Each step brought back a little bit of a memory from the night before. The masks, the applicants, the dildos and the tasks all started to flow back and made me blush as I almost crawled to the washroom. Thoughts of the party after also filled my head, the laughter, the fun, and the drinking. Oh god the drinking. Way too much drinking. I got to the toilet and threw up, hoping that I got most of it in the toilet, but I didn’t have the energy to check or care at this point. I turned around and started to crawl back to the bed, getting myself up and into my covers, my eyes closed and I passed out. Eventually my eyes opened again, groggily. I looked out the window, the sun was already setting. My eyes went to my clock next and saw it was already 6pm. “Fuck” I said to myself. I sat up in bed at least feeling better and rubbed my eyes. I grabbed my phone to see if there were any messages, and there was, from Kat, I must have given her my number the night before. Kat: Hey new member! Hopefully you are feeling OK today. I just wanted to let you know that your room is ready, so anytime you want to move in you are free to do so. We are so excited to have you! I checked the time it was sent, four hours again, “Fuck”. I replied right away. Me: Hey Kat! Sorry for the delay… I had a rough night… but feeling better now! Me: I guess I will move in tomorrow if that’s OK? I wasn’t expecting a reply right away, but one came anyway Kat: Glad you’re feeling better! Yes tomorrow is perfect! See you then! Btw Emily is already here. My head fell back on my pillow and I sighed. Emily was already there? Somehow she always seemed to be ahead of me. Even though the competition was over, I already felt like I was falling behind. Falling behind on what? I didn’t know, but it gnawed at me. The rest of the night I spent packing everything into my suitcases I had taken out only a few days before. How I packed didn’t matter as much as just making sure it fit. Room service, a shower, and early to bed. My night was not exciting to say the least, but my excitement for the next day continued to grow as the time passed on, and I couldn’t wait to start my year properly. ---------------------------------------------- When the taxi dropped me off in front of the house the next morning I stood there looking at it for the first time in daylight. It was bigger then I remembered, it seemed to stretch to the right and left further then I could see in the dark. How many girls lived here? And how did they afford this place? Were just some of the questions that I asked myself as I stood there. Within a few minutes the front door opened and Kat walked out. I didn’t notice it last night but she was stunning, tall, long blonde hair, she dressed in tight jeans and a turtle neck, she looked so put together I immediately felt like I didn’t belong. My worn out jeans and vintage t-shirt just didn’t seem to fit the feel of what I was about to walk into. A deep breath and step forward, Kat and I hugged. “I’m so glad you made it Julie!” Kat said with a smile, “we’ve been waiting for you. Here let me help you.” Kat took one of my bags and started to drag it up the path towards the door. “Thanks Kat, I’m glad I’m here too,” my tone wasn’t nearly as excited, more cautious if anything. After dragging my suitcases up the main stairway, we took a right down the hall lined with wallpaper and pictures of what looked like past members, some pictures were new, some looked quite old. It was all meticulously lined up. Eventually Kat stopped in front of a door. “Well Julie, we’re here, your new room,” she mentioned while turning the brass knob and pushing open the dark wood door. Inside everything was much more modern and light then I was expecting based on the rest of the house. On the right was a large king size, a light wooden bed frame was definitely my style. There were no sheets, but that was expected I guess. Straight in front of us were two large windows with a small makeup table in the middle and a small round stool to sit on. The drapes on the windows flowed down to the ground showcasing the height of the windows. And the view looked out into a wooded area. It was beautiful. “How far does the property go?” I asked as we walked in and put the bags down. “Oh, quite far, you should go for a walk sometime, you can walk for at least ten minutes until you hit a fence at the back of the property.” “Wow… this place is amazing,” I said as I looked around some more. On the left was a desk meant for school work, drawers underneath and what looked like a comfortable chair. To the left of that was a door that opened to a small walk in closet. “I get a walk in closet?” I said excitedly. “Of course Julie! Stretching your wardrobe is also something we strive for,” Kat said with a laugh. To the right of the desk was another door, Kat moved forward and opened it to reveal a long bathroom adorned in marble counters and crisp white tile. On the right was a long double sink, and on the left a shower equally as long. On the far end of the bathroom was yet another door. “So the bathroom is actually adjoining, so on the other side of that door is Emily’s room. Hopefully you don’t mind sharing?” Kat asked, genuinely curious. “Oh, of course not! This place is amazing!” I truly was excited, and surprised by how nice everything was, “and I’m sure Emily and I will be perfectly fine sharing a bathroom,” I chuckled. “OK, well, I will leave you to get settled in then. If you don’t mind, when you are ready just grab Emily from next door and I will give both of you a tour of the house. I like to do it with new applicants together so I don’t have to do it twice,” Kat smiled and started to walk towards the door, “we really are happy to have you hear Julie, we all know you will stretch yourself more than you know and truly become part of the sorority.” I blushed and replied with a simple, “thank you.” Kat left and closed the door behind her. I spun around like a little kid for a minute, a smile growing on my face. I couldn’t believe how nice this was, how friendly Kat was, how somehow my life went from completely unknown to wonderful in just a couple of days. I stared out the windows for a few minutes before exploring the desk, the makeup table, the closet, and finally the bathroom. I opened the door to find Emily washing her hands. She turned and smiled at me. “Hi roomie! Well kinda,” she laughed before drying her hands and jumping over to give me a hug. She squeezed me tight and longer than I expected. “Hi Emily,” I said when we separated. “Isn’t this place amazing! I mean holy shit look at our rooms!” she pushed past me and walked around my room, “did you ever think it would be this nice? I mean you send in some nude pictures and this is what you get, totally worth it, right?” I smiled at her. She was actually right. If I knew this would be the result I wouldn’t have hesitated at all sending in the pictures. I laughed, “you are 100% right Emily, this place is amazing.” “Do you need some help unpacking?” She asked, looking at my bags. “Uh, sure, I guess…” I hadn’t thought about it, but who turns down help from a roommate right? For the next hour or so Emily and I opened my bags and put away my clothes and books and anything else that needed to be put away. We chatted about where we were from and how we got here. Emily was somewhat local, but needed to move out of her parents place so she picked a school just far enough for that to make sense. I watched as she moved around my room putting things away. She was dressed much more casually than Kat was. Her tight jean shorts pulled up and showed off a little of her ass every time she reached up for something, her loose t-shirt hung loose as she bent over showing me glimpses of her white bra. Emily was beautiful, there was no denying that. Eventually my stuff was put away and my room looked like my room. It was amazing how quickly everything came together with some help. I was about to lay down on my bed exhausted when Emily spoke up. “Hey, so now that you’re done, do you want to go on that tour? I’ve been DYING to see the rest of this house, haven’t you? She was right, I was looking forward to seeing the rest of the house. I could only imagine how nice everything else was considering how beautiful my room was. We left my room and went to look for Kat, eventually finding her in the library. “Hey Kat… is now a good time for the tour?” I spoke up for once. Kat put her book down and replied, “yes of course girls! Follow me!” And from there the tour started. We left the library and entered the room where the tasks took place the other night, it was now filled with a long table with chairs, it suddenly looked so formal, a far distance from what I did there the other night. We passed through an opening at the end of the room and walked into a huge kitchen. Marble countertops, stainless steel appliances and an island were the highlights of the room. There was more than enough room for a number of girls to be making food and eating all at the sametime. We moved on to a large sun room surrounded by glass overlooking the backyard which had a pool I didn’t notice before, and a large hot tub connected to it. Looking out at it I felt like I was staying in some kind of a resort. I followed Kat and Emily as we went into another room, this room was much more comfortable then the rest, a huge TV adorned the back wall and three massive couches were placed around it. Seated on the couches were five girls and we all introduced ourselves. I forgot their names immediately but was sure I’d have another chance to learn them in the future. Finally we rounded back to the front of the house where there was a sitting room, fancy chairs, an uncomfortable couch, wooden tables. The house was strange because the rooms didn’t flow too well. Some were decorated in classic ways, and others were modern and bright. The thing was though that each room made sense in it’s own way. It really was a beautiful house even if it was a little odd. “OK, now I’m going to take you to the basement, this is really where the Stretch Sorority gets to work, where the tools become available to you to truly be who you want to be,” Kat said looking at us seriously. She opened the door leading the basement and started walking down. Emily and I followed, glancing at each other, not sure what we were being led into. As we approached the bottom of the stairs the room opened up with dark hardwood floors. In the middle of the room were several long tables, a few computers were on them, printers, scanners, everything you would need for serious work. Beside them was a sort of lounge area, large comfortable looking leather chairs, each with a small table beside them. Around the large room were wooden built in slanted shelves, each with a built in light above displaying the contents. The room was quite beautiful really, the way it was finished, you could tell it was an important place in the house. As I looked around the shelves I could see different items, and as Kat explained they were all used for helping someone stretch themselves. There were running shoes for the girls looking to run further or faster, weights and work out equipment followed. Other shelves had books and cameras and laptops. The list of items that were available for use was unbelievable. Almost anything you could think of was there. At the very back of the room was a large wooden door with gold trim and a large gold door handle and lock. To the left and right were more shelves, but on these there were items I was not expecting to see. Each shelf included an assortment of dildos, butt plugs and vibrators. Different sizes and shapes were being showcased, all out in the open, as if it was not a big deal at all. I could feel myself blush as we walked past them. I was pretty sure the toys we used during initiation were there as well. “These have two different uses,” Kat started to say, motioning at the toys on display but taking the situation completely seriously, “some of us use these simply to relax, and others use these for stretching themselves. Like I said, we have members who stretch themselves both physically and mentally,” she added with a little smile, “all we ask is if you use them, please clean them before returning them.” Emily and I looked at each other, our eyes wide, my facing blushing, hers not. I don’t think either of us expected anything like this. “Kat?” Emily spoke up. “Yes?” “What’s behind this door?” Emily asked while reaching out and trying to open the locked door. “Oh, that is a special room that you have to earn entry into,” Kat answered. Emily looked at me before asking, “what do we have to do to earn entry to it? Kat looked at us and smiled again, “well, you have to show your fellow sorority sisters that you are willing to stretch yourself, to really become something more. If you do that, then you will get entry.” Emily and I both just smiled not knowing what to say. We completed our walk around the room and then went back up stairs and ended in the foyer by the main staircase. “Well Emily and Julie I hope you enjoyed your tour. Do you have any questions?” Kat asked. There was one question that kept creeping into my head as we were on the tour, so I decided to speak up and ask it. “Uhhhh, yes actually… how is all of this paid for?” “Well, we have some very generous benefactors and former members who help us maintain and improve the property. Sometimes they stop by so I’m sure you’ll get to meet them sooner or later.” “Oh, OK, thanks…” I said not quite sure how to react. It was a strange thing for me to hear, people just gave them money, but I was in a new country, so I assumed it was a normal thing here. With the tour finished Emily and I walked back up to our rooms. I assumed I would be spending the night alone in my room but apparently Emily had other ideas. “Hey! Julie, do you want to watch a movie together or something? I could come hang out in your room?” Emily asked without really asking. I thought about it for a second in my head, but what else did I really have going on on anyway? “Uhhhh, sure… just give me a few mins to change and stuff and then come over, OK?” “Awesome! See you in a few minutes!” Emily stated in her usual high energy. I washed my face and removed my make up and changed into a pair of grey sweat pants and a white tank top and jumped up onto my bed with my laptop, opening Netflix starting to look for a movie. As I waited for Emily my mind wandered back to the tour. Everything seemed so nice, so put together, almost like from a movie. That is everything except the room in the basement. Seeing the sex toys on the shelf was truly a strange a moment, but a moment that I can’t deny turned me on a little. The idea of just grabbing a dildo when you want, no matter who saw you, and using it, and then returning it for someone else to use was something that my body couldn’t resist. When I was in highschool I was a bit of a slut. I slept with a lot of guys, and even some girls, and my activities were not a secret. It was actually one of the reasons I left and decided to come here for a year, somewhere where my past wouldn’t follow me. But it seemed that my body was what was going to betray me now. I was trying to fight my urges, I tried to hide my excitement when I saw the toys, and I am going to continue pushing any desires down away from the surface. Emily walked in just in time to stop my mind from truly melting down with dirty thoughts. My eyes looked up at her but what I saw did not help my feelings. She walked towards my bed in a t-shirt that went just past her ass and a pair of wool socks. I tried to convince myself that she had a pair of shorts underneath, but I wasn’t convinced of that at all. I scooted over to one side of the bed so that Emily could lay beside me, and she hopped up on the bed. “What movie do you want to watch?” I asked scrolling through the options. “Hmmmmmm… let me see…” Emily took over the scrolling as I watched. “Do you want a drink or something?” I was thirsty so I thought asking was the right thing to do. “Ya sure, just water would be great,” she replied while still scrolling. I got up from the bed and walked over to our shared washroom grabbing a couple of glasses I had brought on the way. As I returned to the bed I brought her glass over and put it on the ground beside her. It was obvious at this point that she wasn’t wearing shorts. Her t-shirt was pulled up while she was laying there and her ass was now on full display. It looked amazing. I wanted to reach out and touch it, to lick it, to kiss it. Her thong was peeking through at the top and then disappearing into her ass cheeks. I wondered if we would have have sex before the year was out, it seemed inneviatable. I layed back down on my bed beside her and we chose a stupid teen comedy. For the next 30 minutes we layed there together, laughing and talking, mentioning how stupid the movie was, and how awesome the house was. It was great getting to know Emily better because I didn’t have any other friends here. The problem was my mind kept thinking about how hot she was, and unafraid she was. She did what she wanted and said what she thought, and so far that has led to her wearing a t-shirt and thong on my bed. The movie was set in a highschool and of course all of the actors were hot, just like any teen movie. While I was watching one of the girls on the screen in her little mini skirt, thinking about how much I wish I could dress like that, how I could be my little slutty self again, the self I left at home, Emily pushed my shoulder to get my attention. “God, all of these people are so fucking hot,” she said exactly what I was thinking, “I swear watching this is making me so fucking horny.” Without a second thought Emily got up from laying on her stomach and and moved to the head of my bed, leaning against my pillows and opening her legs showing off her pantie covered pussy. The baby blue thong was clearly darker over her pussy and I stared in disbelief. Her hand came down and she started to rub her pussy right there in front of me, on my bed, while still watching the movie. Her eyes looked at me. “You don’t mind do you? I’m just so fucking horny ALL the time, I can hardly help myself most of the time.” Her hand kept rubbing, a little harder now. “Uhhhh, no, go ahead, I mean, I know the feeling,” I replied, maybe saying too much. “Oh thank god,” Emily said while quickly moving her hands down to the sides of her panties and pulling them down, lifting her ass off my bed and sliding them past her ankles before tossing them on my floor. Her pussy was soaking wet, I could see it dripping from where I was still laying. I watched as her hand came down again and started to rub her cunt before slowly pushing two fingers into it. They entered so easily as if there was no resistance at all. It was so sexy. I kept staring, forgetting about the movie. “Hey…” Emily said, I looked up to see a sly smile across her face, “why don’t you come and join me?” I smiled back. I wanted too so badly. I was so horny. Ever since initiation my slutty self had been dying to be released, dying to be set free. Without saying a word I pushed up on my hands and knees and crawled over beside Emily, I layed back against my pillows and watched Emily finger fuck her self from this new position, our eyes met, she moved in and kissed me, gently at first, but our lips parted and our tongues met. It was sloppy and hot, our tongues fought each other, pushing back and forth into each other’s mouth. I pushed my sweatpants down and off my body, piling them up at the end of my bed, my hand immediately went down and started to rub my soaking slit through my panties. I needed to cum so badly. For what seemed like hours we stayed there, Emily fingering herself, me rubbing my pussy, our mouths embracing. We finally took a breath, only a few minutes of the movie had passed, we chuckled at each other. This is what I needed I thought to myself. “You know what I think we should do?” Emily asked while watching the movie for a second. “Uhhhh make out again?” I asked with a smile. “Well, ya, but something better…” “Ummmm… I have no idea,” my mind wasn’t really working, I just wanted to continue what we were doing. “I think we should go down to the basement and get some toys to make this a little more fun… what do you think?” Emily pulled me in and sucked on my ear, sending a shiver through my body. I loved the idea. A few days ago I would have protested. I was trying to suppress my true self, my inner whore, but being here, meeting Emily, doing the tasks, everything had added up to release me again, and now I loved the idea. I needed a dildo in me as soon as possible. “I think it’s a great idea,’’ I said back without hesitation. I jumped up out of the bed. All I was wearing was my white tank top which came down just above my navel, and my panties. I put on a pair of slippers and started to walk towards the door, before turning back to look at Emily. Her mouth was slightly agape. “Are you coming?” I asked with a chuckle. “Uhhhhh, is that what you’re wearing?” Emily asked a little shocked. “Yep… why is there a problem?” “Uhhh, no I guess not,” Emily said while rolling out of my bed and bending over to grab her panties. “I don’t think you need those do you?” It was a question that was also a dare for Emily. I could feel my slutty monster breaking out from my body, and I was seeing if she had one too. I could see her mind working for a second before answering. “No… I guess not… you slut!” We both smiled as she pulled her t-shirt down that just covered her ass and walked over to me. I took her hand and we walked out of our room and down to the basement. We saw some other members as we made our way. They were all friendly, some smiled, some just nodded, but no one had an issue with what we were wearing. It felt good, but also a little disappointing, somehow it lacked a rush, danger. As we walked into the room Emily was in front of me. I could see the bottom of her ass peek out from under her shirt with each step. I knew she didn’t have anything underneath, but I knew no one else did. I could only imagine how wet her pussy was being out in the open like that. My pussy was soaking wet and when I looked down there was an obvious wet patch on my pink panties. It was embarrassing, I knew others could see it, but it turned me on, I could feel my heart beating faster and I loved it. We got to the toys in the back of the room. We looked at all of the options, back and forth, trying to decide what to get. Emily wrapped her hand around a black dildo, similar to the ones from the other night. I grabbed a smaller pink one. As I picked it up and moved through the room my eyes caught a glance at the forbidden door. It was the one secret Emily and I didn’t know about this house, and we had no idea when we would get to go through it, or if we ever would. It gnawed at me more than I thought it would. I just hoped I’d get an opportunity at some point. I felt Emily grab my hand and pull me towards the stairs, it was obvious she was anxious to get back to the bed, her pussy couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could mine if I was being honest. We made it back to my room and jumped on my bed, I grabbed Emily and laid on top of her, pushing my tongue into her mouth while my left hand grabbed her left breast through her shirt, I tweaked her nipple, pinching it, I could feel her squirm beneath me. My hand continued down her body and touched her soaking pussy. “You are not who I thought you were…” she whispered into my ear as I continued to rub her clit. Her hands came up and pushed me off of her and I rolled on to my back beside her, confused. “Just one second,” she said as she rolled over and stopped the movie that was still playing. She quickly typed a few things into my computer and I heard some music turn on. I propped myself up to look at the screen and what I found was some BBC porn playing. A small white girl was surrounded by huge black men, their cocks hard and pointing towards her. My pussy was getting wetter by the second watching the porn star devour the huge cocks. “I love watching porn,” I heard from beside me as Emily rolled on top of me and started to kiss me. I was in heaven. I was so turned on, so horny, there was no stopping it. I pulled her closer. For the rest of the night we played with each other, cumming and fucking ourselves until we passed out together in a sweaty mess. --------------------------------------------- For the next two weeks I developed a routine. During the day I was a completely respectable student. I dressed conservatively. I went to all of my classes. I made a few friends. I talked to my family online. I did my school work. I went to the library. I even went to a few sports events to cheer on the school. I did everything I was supposed to do to be a respected member of the school. However, in the evening, after dinner, after school work, after any social events, I was a slut. To be more exact Emily and I were sluts, together. Every night we would be in one of our rooms, porn on, fucking each other. Each night we would go down to the basement and choose a different toy to play with. At first we went with the smaller options, but as the days passed we continued to choose larger and larger toys, sometimes even two so we could either both be getting fucked, or we could get fucked in the ass and pussy at the sametime. We were pushing ourselves each night, trying to stretch our holes open, to cum harder and harder. It was a little strange how each night we both wanted to push out holes a little more. There was something about feeling that stretch and being egged on by someone that made it so enjoyable. I loved it, I loved knowing I was being so slutty that I could take such large toys. The biggest one they had was 10 inches long and about 2 inches wide. It felt amazing when Emily rammed it into my holes, forcing me to open up more and more. The last few nights it was all we used. The smaller toys didn’t do anything for us anymore, we needed this toy to get off. I opened my e-mail the morning after one of these fuck sessions and saw an e-mail from Kat. It was a little odd because we saw each other everyday, but it was there, so I opened it. “Julie, We have all noticed that you and Emily seem to be taking the task of pushing and stretching yourself seriously. We support you in this journey. Because you have been working so hard, we feel that both of you are ready to demonstrate what you have accomplished for the Stretch Sorority. We are very interested in seeing your progress. After your demonstration a decision will be made on if you qualify for full access. Yes this means access to the room in the basement. If you do not want to move forward with this, that is OK, please let me know, however if you do want to move forward please be ready at 8pm tomorrow evening. Come down to the same room as your initiation, and we will begin. Congratulations on getting this far. Kat” The first thing I did after reading the e-mail was walk through the washroom into Emily’s room to see if she got the same e-mail. I was so excited. Unfortunately she was still asleep, well at least until I woke her up. “EMILY!” I yelled as I walked in. She quickly turned in her bed, shocked, “what the fuck!” “Sorry! But did you get an e-mail from Kat?” “Huh?” I picked up her phone and threw it at here, “just check your e-mail!” “OK, OK… fuck…” she said still not awake. I watched as she opened her phone and checked her e-mail app, scrolling down until she found something and clicked it. I watched her eyes as she read the words on her screen, a small smile, followed by a large grin grew on her face. “Holy fuck! I can’t believe it,” she perked up. “I know!” I smiled back, the excitement still flowing through me. “We have to put on an amazing show Julie, seriously, we need to impress them, I NEED to know what is behind that door!” “I know… so tonight I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard… and I expect the same, OK?” Emily smiled at me and I knew she understood. I walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. We weren’t dating, or at least I didn’t think we were, but we acted it like it. It was just the way we were. As I turned to leave her room and get started on my completely respectable day I felt her hand come down and slap me on my ass. My pussy immediately twitched. That night Emily and I fucked each other harder than we ever had. We picked the two largest toys from the wall. We started by fucking our pussies rough and deep, making us cum several times each, sweat beeding all over out bodies. Next we shoved them in our asses. Deeper and deeper until we could feel the shit getting pushed up. It felt so nasty, so slutty, my pussy dripped more and more. And finally we made sure to push ourselves to take both toys at once. Emily held them under me while I kneeled over them and pushed down on them. I took more and more until I felt Emily push down on my shoulders forcing me to take them completely. I of course did the same to her. We were sure we were ready. -------------------------------------------- The next day I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t think about school work, or being social, all I could think about was 8pm that night. I could picture Emily and me fucking each other infront of everyone, being complete sluts, pushing ourselves to be dirtier and dirtier. I was so ready to prove myself, and I knew Emily was too. Emily walked into my room around 7:30pm, she was dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a black tube top. She looked extremely slutty and I loved it. I was still trying to figure out what to wear, even though I knew we wouldn’t have the clothes on for too long. The whole idea of what we were going to be doing was crazy. Putting on a show for everyone in the house, being naked, fucking ourselves. If you had met me a few weeks ago you would never imagine me in this situation. My secret was out, and now there was no turning back. Eventually I decided to wear a pair of grey thigh high socks, and a short pink dress. No panties, no bra, there wasn’t really a point. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Emily came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. “You look amazing,” she said and gently kissed me on the cheek. I turned towards here and gave her a kiss, “ready to go?”. It was 7:58pm and we only had a couple of minutes, it was now or never. We joined hands and left my room, our heels clicking on the floor as we walked. Neither of us wore heels often so it was a cautious walk. Down the stairs we moved, one step at a time, I swear I could feel Emily’s heart pounding through her hand. We were both so excited, but also anxious, we didn’t know what we were walking into. As we entered the room we were greeted by all of the other girls standing around and chatting. This was much less formal than our first time here, this seemed to be more fun, more relaxed, more about friends supporting friends, and to be honest it put me at ease a little. “Emily! Julie! You’re here!” Kat said walking towards us. She wrapped her arms around us both at the sametime, pulling us close, “we are all so excited for you to show us how far you have come, isn’t that right girls?” she spoke up, turning her head back towards the rest of the room. We heard aloud “YES!” from everyone at once. I smiled, this was going to be fun. Kat continued to speak while she turned and walked back to the group, “well everyone, Julie and Emily are here and they are going to show us what they have been working on. I don’t think I’m alone when I say I am very excited!” There was a little chuckle from around the room. “We have set out everything we think you will need, and don’t mind us, we are just going to be observing… so anytime you’re ready… go ahead.” I looked around the room and all of the members were seated in a circle. The middle of the room was open with blankets laid out on the floor. To the one side was all of the toys we had been using lined up, lube and towels. Emily and I turned towards each other. Our eyes met and a look of nervousness and lust was passed between us. I moved towards her, put my hands behind her head and pulled in for a rough kiss. Our tongues met and lashed at each others. I could feel spit dripping from our lips within seconds. Emily’s hands moved down my and under my dress, lifting the back of it up over my ass. Her hands stayed there for a moment, before she spread my ass open so everyone could see my asshole. I grabbed her tube top from behind and yanked it down freeing her tits. My mouth moved down and took her right nipple into my mouth. I heard her moan from above. She moved her hands further up my back pulling my dress with her. I released her nipple from her mouth and raised my hands so the dress could slip off of me. I felt the cool air hit my body and I was now naked except for my thigh highs in front of everyone in the room. It felt amazing. From this point on Emily and I really started to get into fucking each other. I pushed her to the ground and roughly pulled off her shorts revealing her bald soaking pussy. Quickly I stuck two fingers into her waiting hole and finger fucked her as hard as I could. “Oh fuck yes!” she screamed as I brought my mouth down and started to suck on her clit. I added a third finger and continued to ravage her hole. As I worked her cunt her hand reached out and grabbed a dildo, she forced me to turn around into a 69 position and easily slid the medium sized toy into my pussy. With one quick motion she pushed it in balls deep. “Emily… fuck me… please… fuck me hard!” I growled back at her as we continued to fuck each other. I could hear the toy slipping in and out of my hole, the wetness around it made the sound unmistakable. My ass started to move up and down on the dildo in Emily’s hand as I was determined to fuck it as hard and deep as possible. Within moments I came all over the dildo and her hand. It only made me want to fuck more. Quickly I flipped Emily over on to her stomach and grabbed a smaller toy from the pile. I squirted lube on it and lined it up with her ass. Gently at first I pressed the toy against her asshole, waiting for it to open slightly. Once the head was in I pushed harder, making her take it deep right from the beginning. I knew from our other nights there would be no issue for Emily to take it. In and out I moved it. Watching her squirm underneath and begging me to fuck her harder. I could hear the other girls in the room talking even though I couldn’t make out what they were saying. My eyes glanced up from Emily to look around. Kat had pulled up her skirt and was playing with her pussy over her panties. Janice beside her had undone her shorts and her hand was inside. Beth had her top pulled up and was tweaking her nipples. Almost every girl that was there was not only watching us, but also playing with themselves. It was so hot, and turned me on even more. I slapped Emily’s ass hard as I roughly pulled the toy out of her ass. “Come here slut!” I said as I grabbed her arm and flipped her over. “Put your legs behind your head and hold them there. I’m going to shove two dildos in you. Do you want that? Do you want to be dp’d slut?” my lust was taking over and there was no way to stop it. “Oh god yes! Fuck me with two dildos… fucking do it… and make it rough!” Emily yelled out as she got into position. I grabbed the largest two dildos that were there and showed them to Emily. “Which one do you want in your ass slut?” “I want the biggest one in my slut ass, OK? Just fucking shove it in there, and put the other one in my pussy, and fuck me hard, OK? FUCK ME HARD!” Emily growled with lust. I pushed the large 8” dildo into her mouth and made her suck it. I pushed it hard against the back of her throat hearing her gag and struggle with each thrust. “Yes! Take it whore!” I mumbled as I was losing control. I pulled it from her lips and brought it to her asshole. I pushed it in with almost no hesitation. Emily grunted with each inch that entered, but I could tell she loved it. Half the toy was in her when I brought the smaller 6” dildo to her pussy and shoved it in roughly. Her hole had no problem taking it balls deep in one motion. I pushed the toy in her ass down again, watching her take another couple of inches at a time before it too was all the way in. Our spectators had moved closer now, getting a closer look at what was happening, I could see they were impressed. “You ready slut?” “Oh god, fuck… just fuck me… pleasseeeeee!” Emily whined waiting for me to do something. At first I moved the black cocks slowly, up and down. My right hand controlling the one in her ass, my left the one in her pussy. I would move one up and the other down leaving her holes plenty of room to copy at the beginning. I picked up the pace as I continued to move, up and down, up and down. As I felt her holes loosen I changed my tactic, switching to inserting both toys into both holes at the same time. Up and down, up and down. An inch in each, to completely full every second. I started to ram the toys into her harder and harder. Each time the slap of the dildo’s against her skin would echo around the room. “Oh fuck yes… slam my fucking holes! Fuck me as hard as you can you fucking whore! Do it!” Emily yelled out as I fucked her harder and harder. Each thrust I made brought her closer to a massive orgasm. It was obvious to me and everyone else watching. Within a few seconds she erupted. Her body convulsed and she fell to the slide, her ass wide open, her pussy gaping, she laid on the floor quivering for minutes while she recovered. I sat beside her, bringing the toys to my mouth and licking them clean. It felt so dirty, so nasty, and so amazing. When she finally came too she was able to push herself up, covered in her sweat and cum, she looked into my eyes and simply said, “your turn.” I smiled and dropped the toys and spread my legs. Emily’s hand shot out and grabbed the smaller dildo I had. She brought it up to her mouth and spit on it, making it as wet as possible. “Lift up your ass you cunt,” she said as she brought the toy near my ass. I lifted using my hands and feet and felt her position the dildo in a way that lined up with my asshole. “Now sit down on it!” she continued. I did as she said and started to lower myself on to it, but apparently not fast enough for Emily as she put her hands on my covered thighs and pushed down, forcing me onto the toy all the way. “FUCKKKKKKK!” I screamed as I felt my ass stretch to take it deep. At first it hurt but it quickly switched to an amazing feeling, I started to bounce up and down on it without even thinking, it was an instinct of a slut. Emily’s fingers started to play with my cunt. I felt her rub my clit for a second before pushing two fingers into my sopping twat. It felt like nothing. My body was opening me up for abuse, and two fingers wasn’t enough, not even close. “MORE,” I said. A third finger slipped in without an issue, and then a fourth. Her hand started to move in and out, in and out, harder and faster. I reached out and grabbed her wrist, forcing the fingers into me even deeper, making sure she knew I wanted to be finger fucked rough and hard. I felt her start to slip her thumb in beside her fingers. My hole was so open, so ready for anything. My mind didn’t protest at all, and neither did my words. I watched, and so did everyone else as Emily continued to push her five fingers into my pussy. A little bit more inserted on each thrust. I had never been fisted before, but I had always wanted to do it, and now I knew it was going to happen, there was no stopping it. I reached out again and pulled her hand into me further. Our eyes met, mine only said “yes”, and I felt Emily push harder and harder. Pain was starting to join the feelings I was experiencing, but I loved it, it made it better somehow. Eventually she slipped in. I couldn’t form any words, I could only ride the pleasure that was flowing through my body. Emily slowly moved her hand in and out, my cunt lips gently opening and closing as her hand moved. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing, but I knew this was just the beginning. I was in heaven. As I started to get used to the feeling of Emily’s fist in my pussy my body started to move up and down on the rubber cock in my ass again, and as I did this her hand started to move more as well. I started to moan from the pleasure of my holes being stretched out. Every nerve ending in my pussy and ass were on fire. Emily started to pull her hand all the way out of my cunt and slide it back in, each thrust got rougher, her hand changed shape to a fist and continued it’s in and out motion, forcing my hole to take it each time. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck my cunt you slut… fist fuck my whore hole while I ride this black dick… come on fuck me fucking faster!” I screamed out. My eyes were closed. I couldn’t handle the feelings much longer. I tried to ram the black cock into my ass harder on each thrust, deep down I wished it was larger, and thicker and would rip my ass open. I was so close to cumming I couldn’t stop myself. My hands that were supporting me slipped out from their position as I came hard. The black dick bent and popped out as I fell to my side. Emily’s hand followed suit and was pushed from my cunt as I orgasmed. My body retreated into a fetal position, shaking, cumming over and over, my eyes still closed. Eventually I was able to open my eyes, my body still scrunched up, still slowly shaking, coming down from the greatest orgasm I had ever had. I pushed myself up and looked around. Emily was beside me, slowly rubbing her slit, her eyes looked glossed over, completely overcome with lust. The other girls around the room were in different states of undress, some completely nude, others with just their pussy’s out in the open, but everyone was playing with themselves. It was the sexiest and sluttiest scene I had ever seen. My hand moved down and I started to play with my own pussy again, I felt so turned on still. Kat got up from her seat, completely naked and spoke, “Emily… Julie… you both were amazing, I think we can all agree on that,” she said as she looked around the room. Everyone clapped and cheered before returning their hands to their pussy’s. “There is just one more thing we need to do to truly see if you are ready to push yourselves.” Two chairs were brought out for Emily and I to sit on. Once seated Kat was handed two glasses from another girl and she brought them to Emily and me. We both reached out and took the glasses, glancing at each other, not sure what was about to happen, or what we were about to drink. If I wasn’t so turned on I probably would have been more worried. Kat spoke again, “In those glasses is a drink that will relax you, and make you tell your deepest darkest truths. Here we will find out what you really desire so we can help you become what you want to be. Are you ready to look within yourself and release your darkest desires?” I turned to look at Emily and she shrugged. That was the only answer I needed. We both responded with “Yes” in unison. “I am glad to hear it. Please drink, and then we will begin,” Kat said with a smile on her face. My eyes watched as Emily brought her glass to her lips and drank the contents. I followed immediately after, gulping the liquid down. It tasted sweet. Different then I thought. I felt normal, the same, after drinking it, and at first I didn’t think it had worked, but within a few seconds I felt light headed, like I couldn’t concentrate properly. My muscles relaxed and I suddenly felt extremely good, like there were no worries left in the world. Emily seemed to have the same reaction as a large smile came across her face while her arms fell to her side. My groggy vision saw Kat walk in front of us, and then turn her head to Emily. “Emily, how do you feel?” Kat asked. Emily’s head raised a little, struggling to stay up, “I feeeellll amaaazzzzinnnggg,” she said with a slight slur. “That’s great Emily, I’m happy you are feeling so good. Since you are feeling so great, why don’t you tell us your deepest desire, the thing you would do, the person you would be, if there weren’t things stopping you,” Kat asked, this time moving closer to Emily. Emily chuckled a little after the question was asked, I wasn’t sure if that was a normal reaction or not. Eventually she started speaking, “you want to know my desire? You really want to know?” she chuckled again, clearly not in her right mind, “my desire is to be the biggest fucking slut there is… I loooooovvveeeee sex… I love having my holes filled and stretched… I love being a whore and cumming all day… that’s what I want… not school… not a degree… not a job… just sex… just cumming… all the fucking time… all I want to do is fuck… that is my desire…” she chuckled again. Did she really mean what she said? I thought about it for a second and realized she probably did, seem seemed to love sex, if only her desire could be achieved. I saw Kat walk infront of me, and start talking almost immediately, “And Julie, how are you feeling?” I don’t know what came over me but I smiled, I couldn’t control it, and I answered with the truth, “I feel greatttttttt” I said. Kat smiled and started speaking again, “Julie, I’m so glad you are feeling that good, but now are you ready to tell us your deepest darkest secret? The thing that you wish you could do, the person you wish you could be, but feel like you can’t? We want to hear your darkest desire.” I nodded my head and paused for a second. It was as if the logical part of my brain was starting to fight back, trying to stop myself from speaking the truth, from letting all of these people know what I really wanted, who I really wanted to be, but I soon found out I couldn’t fight it, and the truth started to pour out. “My darkest desire? My deepest secret?... I’ve never said it beforeeeee…,” it was hard to keep my words from slurring as I spoke, but I kept going, “there is one thing I want to be more than anything… I want to be a four hole whore… I want all of my holes to be usedddddddd… noooo… destroyed… I want all of my holes to be destroyed… I need to be a four hole whore…” Kat broke my speech to ask another question, “Julie… can you tell us more? Talk about each hole and what you want to do to it… and anything else you want to say.” I nodded my head and continued my slurred confession, “all four holes need to be ruined… my throat… shove it full and stretch it open… fuck my throat deep and hard until I can’t breath... make me take everything deeper than anyone before…,” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, these thoughts were so dark, but also so true, I couldn’t stop them, “I want my pussy to be stretched wider and deeper then anyone thinks possible… I want to be ripped opened and forced to take more like a nasty dirty whore… my cunt should hang open and constantly need to be filled… I want my ass to be able to take anything and everything… pull it open and let my prolapse hang out… I want it to be stretched and destroyed beyond belief… and my fourth hole… my peehole… pleeeeeaaassseeeeee… ruin it too… make me take everything my other holes can take… use it just like my twat… please destroy my slutty peehole…” Kat spoke again, this time obviously a little flustered, “uhhh, wow… Julie… that was very honest and truthful, we thank you for that, is there anything else?” My mind turned for a second, trying to keep thoughts straight, trying to work through everything that had happened and was happening, finally I added, “yes… I… ummm… want everyone to know I’m a stretched out whore… I want everyone to know that I’m a nasty fuck slut who wants to be ripped open… I want everyone to know that I am a four hole whore,” and then I stopped, it seemed I had run out of outrageous things to say. My normal self would have been horrified, but right now I didn’t know the difference, I just sat there, drugged and happy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I woke up in my bed. I was wearing panties, shorts and a t-shirt. My covers were pulled up to my chest and my body felt clean. Did I dream everything from the night before? My mind still felt a little cloudy but other than that everything was as if last night never happened. I got up from my bed and as I was about to walk over to Emily’s room when I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Kat standing there with Emily just behind her. “How are you feeling today?” Kat asked with a smile. “Ummmm I’m good… I'm a little groggy….” I answered. “That’s to be expected. I’d like to show you something, can you join me?” she asked, reaching out her hand to take mine. Emily and I followed Kat down the stairs, and then down to the basement, we walked past all of the shelves and towards the forbidden back door. Kat turned around and looked at us. “Julie, Emily, after last night you both deserve access to this room, congratulations.” Kat put a key into the door and turned the handle, pushing it forward and letting us walk inside. I looked around the room and couldn’t believe what was there, all I could say was, “holy shit!”

So I was on this forum for the first time in a long time a few days ago and saw the story section and it inspired me to start a new story about stretching. I've always wanted to write a story based on this as it's one of my biggest fetishes, but haven't done it until now. I will warn you that I don't write quick stories, it's just not my thing. This won't go from 0-60 in 3 seconds. This first chapter basically has no stretching, so if you're not interested in reading it, or if you don't think it's right for the forum, just let me know. But I do plan on having Julie's and maybe others, holes stretched as far as possible. I will also be including other things like public nudity most likely. I will also be posting this on Literotica which is where I post my other stories. My username is heavyandhorny. Anyway, I hope some people enjoy it, I just finished writing it so hopefully there aren't too many mistakes! The Stretch Sorority. - Chapter 1 Starting college is hard. Moving to another country to go to college is harder. And doing all of this while being an introvert is hardest. For some reason I decided doing a year abroad would be a good idea, it would broaden my horizons, teach me new things, add culture to my life, and overall improve my life. But as I sit here on a bench waiting for a taxi outside the airport everything is starting to hit me. It’s a new country, a new culture, I have no friends here, I know no one, and I am alone. My anxiety starts to take over and I feel like I have made a huge mistake. “It’s only one year,” I try to tell myself, try to convince myself, but it doesn’t help much. This is such a huge leap outside of my comfort zone I don’t even know how to react. Finally my taxi arrives and I load my bags into the trunk with no help from the driver, no tip I guess. The ride takes an hour and I spend the time looking at the window, taking in the view. The rolling hills, the far off view of the ocean, and the city coming into range. It was beautiful, and somehow it put my mind at ease, even if just for a moment. The driver and I didn’t say a word the whole time, and that was fine, I didn’t feel like speaking anyway. Eventually we pulled up in front of the hotel I would be staying at, at least for a while. Unfortunately the school only provided dorm rooms for first year students and this means I had to stay at a hotel, at least until I figured out where to stay. I didn’t have much time to look at rentals, and now most of the rooms were taken anyway. Just another thing to add to my situation, and my anxiety. “Hi, I’m checking in,” I start as I get to the front desk. “Name please?” the girl at the front desk asked with a smile. “Julie… Julie McIntosh.” After typing for a few minutes the girl finally replied, “ah yes, Miss McIntosh, I see we have a room for you for… ummm… two weeks, is that right?” “Yes… for now… I might actually need it longer, is that OK?” I really hoped it would be. “Hmmmm, let’s see…,” some more typing occurred in front of me, “yes… that shouldn’t be an issue, just be sure to let us know a few days before the end of your reservation.” “Thanks… and ya… no problem,” I smiled. “OK… Miss McIntosh, we have a standard room for you with a queen bed… your room number is 715, and you can find the elevators just over to your left.” “Perfect, thank you,” I said as I grabbed the room keys from the desk in front of me. “Do you need any help with your bags?” “Ummmm,” I looked down at my two suitcases in front of me, my backpack and purse, “no I should be fine.” “Ok great, well enjoy your stay, and if you need anything, anything at all please just let me, or one of my colleagues know.” I smiled and reached down to grab my bags. My two suitcases constantly running into each other as I pulled them behind me, my backpack slipping off my shoulders, and my purse slipping from my back to my front and now dangling in front me. A normal person would have asked for help, but of course I didn’t. Opening the door to my room was the first great relief I had had in over a day of travelling. I pulled my bags into my room and let them fall to the ground, followed by me falling onto my bed. It felt amazing. Finally I was home...ish. At least it was a place where I could relax, even if I didn’t really feel relaxed. For the next couple of hours I unpacked, putting my clothes away, figuring out the different plugs and adapters, finding out how to connect to the wifi, and finally having a shower with the surprisingly good water pressure. The sun started to fall and I layed back down on my bed, my long red hair flowing over my shoulders and onto the pillow behind me. As I layed there I could feel my stomach grumble and for the first time I realized I was hungry. I didn’t have the strength to go out and explore tonight so I did what anyone would do while in a hotel, order room service. A hamburger and an iced tea sounded perfect for the mood I was in. While I waited for my food to arrive and I threw on a pair of boy shorts, sweatpants and a tank top, before grabbing my laptop and sitting on my bed, watching some trashy reality TV. I had a couple of days before classes started, so at least I didn’t have to worry about that. But what I did have to worry about was finding a real place to live, unless of course I wanted to stay in a hotel for a year. I started looking for rentals, somewhere close to school, walking distance at least. I needed my own room at a minimum, but I didn’t want to pay too much either. As I looked, the realization that I wasn’t going to find anything great started to set in. Everything seemed to be way too cramped, or way too expensive. Suddenly staying in this hotel room was starting to seem better and better. Of course I knew that went against the whole reason I was here, to meet new people, to have new experiences, to grow. By some sort of fate the show I was watching showed some girls in a sorority and it was like a light bulb went off in my head. A sorority, or something similar would be perfect, even if it immediately gave me butterflies. It was so far outside of my comfort zone, but I knew it was the right thing, or at least the right thing to try, I had no idea if I would get accepted, or if I would even go through with it. I heard a knock at my door and let the server in with the roll away table. I grabbed my burger and jumped back up on my bed. What’s the point of a hotel if you can’t eat in bed. With one hand holding my burger, the other worked the computer looking for a list of sororities on campus. I eventually found one on the schools website and started to look down the list. Each one showed their name and a brief description of who they were, and who they were looking for. As I continued to read I realized that many of them wouldn’t work for me. Some of them were male only, other ones were looking for specific years, and some had weird requirements such as being from a certain region, or being on a school team. Obviously none of those would work for me. I did find five that looked like they would work though. Each one had an e-mail where you could message them and see if they were accepting new members. I e-mailed all five right away, excited about the responses. The minutes of waiting turned into hours, and before I knew it, it was midnight. I refreshed my e-mails for the millionth time but no responses. My hopefulness was fading, and I decided it was time to go to sleep. I was tired from the trip anyway. I closed my laptop, washed my face, and got comfy in bed, watching some bad 90’s movie for a few minutes before passing out. -------------------------------------------------- My eyes opened slowly as they got used to the sunlight peeking through the curtains in my room. I rolled over to look at the time and was surprised it was already 11:30am. Good thing I didn’t have class that day. I got up from bed, and pulled open the curtains looking at my view over the city. If I moved out of here this would be one of the things I would miss the most. After a quick washroom stop, and washing my face, I was back on the bed, laptop on my lap, ready to check my e-mails, almost sure there would be no replies. To my shock this was the opposite of what happened. Five e-mails sent, five e-mails received. A smile creeped on to my face. Suddenly I felt some hope again. I clicked on the first one. “Julie, Thank you for your e-mail. Unfortunately at this time we do not have any openings. Hopefully you find something that works for you, and keep us in mind next year. Thank you.” Not a great start, but there were four more. I opened the second one. “Hi Julie, Thanks for thinking of us! But we actually have already finished our pledges for this year. Sorry! Maybe next year? Thanks!” “Fuck,” I thought to myself. Still though, that was only 40% of the e-mails, I was trying to keep myself optimistic. But of course the next two e-mails were the same, thanks but no thanks. This left me with one more. I nervously clicked on it, expecting the worst. “Julie, Thanks very much for reaching out to us. We would like to discuss you joining our sorority….” I stopped reading there and almost jumped for joy. This was the break I needed. I didn’t even care if they were some kind of satan worshipping cult, just being accepted was all I wanted. I kept reading “... if you are still interested. Please let us know and I will send over a brief outline of our philosophies and the steps you would need to take to join. We look forward to hearing from you! Thanks, The Stretch Sorority” This was by far the weirdest sorority I emailed. The “stretch” sorority, what did that even mean? It was strange, but also the only one with an opening, so what did I have to lose? I clicked reply and typed my response. “Thank you for getting back to me! Yes I am still very interested. Please send me any information you have. I’d like to apply as soon as possible. Thank you! Julie McIntosh” I clicked send and waited. I realized I shouldn’t sit there and stare at the screen so I decided to spend some time organizing my stuff again, put my suitcases in the closet, and generally tried to make the room a little more like home, if that was possible. I checked my e-mail again, but there was no response yet. I got changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie and headed out to explore the city for a few hours. It was already after 12 so I grabbed lunch at a place just around the corner and then walked to see some sights not too far from the hotel. The weather was perfect, and I listened to music as I walked, which really made me feel better about where I was. My mind wandered thinking about the adventure I was on, how even if I didn’t get into the sorority there was so much for me to experience and learn while I was there. I thought about how I needed to break out of my shell, how no one knew me here, how I could be someone different, or maybe become who I was meant to be, without judgement, without comments from family and friends. I was determined to take advantage of my time here. The sun started to drop again and I headed back to the hotel, this time picking up a pizza instead of doing room service. It would have been great going out with friends for dinner, but not having any here posed an issue. Another night of dinner in bed for Julie. I got back to my room, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and sat on my bed with my pizza. After a few slices and some terrible TV again I grabbed my laptop and checked my e-mail. Even though I waited so long, the thought of checking was always in the back of my mind, but I didn’t want it to control my day, and I was glad I didn’t let it. Up popped my e-mail and a reply from The Stretch Sorority. “Hi Julie, It’s so great you are still open to joining. We actually have two spots left for the year and will be choosing our new members tomorrow night. But before we get to that let me tell you a bit more about us. Our philosophy is built around being a group of like minded girls who want to stretch ourselves in every way possible, both physically and mentally. We support each other in everything, and help to push ourselves beyond what we think we are able to do, beyond what we think is possible. We have members who didn’t think they could run a marathon, and we help and push them to get there. We have members who want to be doctors but didn’t think they were smart enough, and we help and push them to reach their goals. We even have members who simply wanted to be able to do the splits, and again we helped them do that! :). The only thing we ask from you is to be open minded, willing to let us help and push you, and to trust us. Trust is so important to us. Do you think you can do that? If so the first step is to send us three pictures. Now please do not overreact to these pictures. We only ask for these pictures to see if you truly trust us, if you are truly ready to be open and explore new things, even if they push you beyond what you would normally do. If you are still interested please send us the following pictures: Full frontal nude. We want to see you, all of you. Full rear nude. We even want to see behind you. Bent over from behind. We want to see what makes you a woman. I know this sounds strange, and maybe even crazy, but we are here for you, we trust you, do you trust us? Please send us those pictures by tonight as our event is tomorrow and we will need to send you the info before then. Thank you Julie. We are excited to hear back from you. The Stretch Sorority.” I think my mouth was agape while reading the whole e-mail. Was this real? Was this an actual e-mail that someone sent me? They want me to send them three nude pictures? I didn’t even know them! I closed my e-mail and tried to forget about it. This was crazy. Another slice of pizza, more dumb TV, and finally a shower. I needed to get my mind off of the e-mail and the disappointment of not being in a sorority this year, and being stuck in this hotel for the year. The more I tried to forget about the more I thought about it for some reason. The whole concept of the sorority seemed amazing, girls supporting girls, growing, pushing ourselves into something we never thought we would do, being better people, I wanted all of that. But nude pictures to people I never even met? That was crazy. I couldn’t do that. Right? The night continued to pass by as I laid on my bed scrolling through instagram, watching random people and their lives of adventure. I wanted that, I needed that, that was the whole reason I was here. “Fuck it!” I finally said. So what if there are some nudes of me out in the wild? Did I trust the sorority? No, how could I? I haven’t even met them, but maybe this was just the crazy thing I needed to do to really get this year started. Of course it could also lead to embarrassment and disaster, but I never took risks, I never did anything I wasn’t sure about. Coming here, being on my own, this was supposed to change that, and now was my chance to truly do that. “Fuck it,” I said again and got up off the bed. I took my rob off letting it call to the ground. I stood naked in front of the full length mirror in my room and grabbed my phone. My 5’10” pale white body completely exposed. It had been a while since I had looked at myself like this. My small chest staring back at my, my skinny body looking better then I remembered, a small smile broke out on my freckled face. I opened the camera and took the first picture, everything from my toes to the top of my head included. I turned around and took a similar picture from the rear, my little ass centered in the frame as I click the picture button. That left only one picture to go, the “bent over show us you’re a woman” one, the most risky, the most crazy. I bent at my waist and turned my head back looking in the mirror. You could clearly see my pussy and my asshole was just barely peeking through my ass. If it was another person I would say they looked hot, but my brain struggled with the thought as it applied to me. I took the picture and quickly put my robe back on. Back on my bed I opened my laptop and looked at the pictures that had already synced with my account. I couldn’t believe I was looking at myself naked. It was almost surreal. I had never taken pictures like this before, but here I was, and if I was being honest I liked it. I could feel my pussy getting a little wet as I scrolled through the three pictures, but I resisted doing anything about it, it just felt, wrong, strange, something, considering it was myself. I opened the e-mail from the sorority and clicked reply. “Hi, I thought about everything you said, and I decided I still want to join. Hopefully I am sending this in time. Please still consider me. Thank you. Julie.” I attached the three pictures and pressed send before I could re-think the decision. They were gone, and my life was suddenly changed. It felt liberating, it felt scary, it felt like something I had never felt before. ---------------------------- I clearly passed out the night before as I woke up to find my laptop still open beside me, although completely dead and the TV on. I really had to get a better handle on my sleep, having a TV right in front of me obviously wasn’t something I was good at handling. My brain started to wake up as I turned in bed, and as it woke up I remembered the night before, the e-mail, the pictures, and my face immediately went red. When I sent the pictures it seemed to make sense, something I had to do, but now after a good night's rest suddenly I wasn’t so sure. Suddenly I was worried. I got out of bed and found my laptop charger, plugged it in, and quickly connected my laptop to it, turning it on and waiting for it to boot up. When it finally opened I quickly opened a browser and my e-mail checking to see if there was a reply from the sorority, there was. I felt nervous immediately, butterflies took over my stomach. I clicked it open. “Julie, Thank you for the wonderful pictures. You are truly beautiful. Thank you for trusting us. There is no doubt in our mind that you would be a great fit for us. There is however one more step to be accepted. We are having an event tonight and there will be ten candidates there, including yourself. By the end of the night we will have chosen the two applicants who we feel will best fit our sorority. I truly believe you can be one of the two. The address for the event is 121 Pine Rd. The event starts at 8pm, please do not be late. Also, the dress code is semi-formal, and the one request we have is that you wear a dress or a skirt. Thank you again Julie, and I hope to see you tonight. Kat.” As soon as I read the word ‘beautiful’ I started to blush. No one really calls me that, maybe my mom, but no one else… it was nice to hear. And I realized I finally got a name from someone, Kat. I wasn’t sure who she was, but she seemed nice so far and that was enough for me. Suddenly I felt excited for the event, but knowing that there would be another nine girls trying to get one of the spots did make me nervous. I also wondered how the decision would be made. How would they widdle down the applicants to just two? I tried to keep my mind off of what was to come that night, I went out for a walk, I went on a tour of the city, I called my family back home, I took a shower and tried to take a nap, but during the entire day the upcoming event was always planted somewhere in my mind. Before I knew it, it was 7pm and time to get ready. I dried my hair and put on some light makeup. I didn’t know how fancy the event really was going to be, and I always tended to dress more casual than most, so I went with a pair of sandal wedges, a dark red skater skirt with a pair of lace boy short panties underneath, and on top a fancy white t-shirt tucked into the skirt, and a white bra underneath. It was fancy-ish, and I hoped it was good enough, and to be fair I didn’t have a lot of other options. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath before looking at the clock. Grabbing my purse I went downstairs and ordered an uber to take my to 121 Pine Rd. I felt nervous and a little sweaty. I took another deep breath to try to calm myself. My hands were on my knees before coming up and playing with the hem of my skirt nervously. Another deep breath. I checked my phone and it said we would arrive in 1 minute. Part of me wanted to ask the driver to turn around, to take me home, but I knew I couldn’t, I knew I had to do this, I needed to push myself to do new things, otherwise why was I even here? The car pulled up in front of a large red brick house on what seemed to be a normal residential street. As I walked up to the house I looked around, the windows were all closed, and I couldn’t see any lights on inside. I started to think it was the wrong house, maybe I put the address into the app wrong? As I got closer to the front door I saw a sign which at least confirmed I was in the right place. “Welcome Applicant. Put on a mask and come inside. Do not tell anyone your name or reveal your face. The Stretch Society” The night was getting stranger by the second it seemed, but I did as the sign said. I grabbed a mask and looked it over. It would cover my whole face and was white with a simple elastic around the back. I took yet another deep breath, put the mask on, and walked through the door. Inside the lights were dim and I saw a large wooden staircase straight ahead. Within a few seconds someone walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder, I was startled and turned to look at them. Unfortunately their face was covered too, but with a black mask instead of white. “Hello applicant. We are glad you are here. Please follow me,” the stranger said. “OK,” I said, not knowing what else to say or do. I followed this stranger through a library and into a large room filled with people. Around the outside edges had everyone wearing black masks, and in the middle were nine girls lined up with white masks. In front of the girls was a long wooden bench of some kind with three boxes on top, draped with a red fabric. I felt like I was in some kind of cult movie. It was strange. “Please stand at the end of the line,” the stranger said, pointing to the line of girls in white masks, before walking to the edges to join the other black mask wearers. I did as she said, confused, a little worried, but not having time to think. I realized that I was the last one to arrive and I immediately worried I was at a disadvantage. I took another deep breath trying to calm myself. It didn’t work. One of the black masked girls walked out from the edge and began to speak. “Everyone, thank you for being here tonight. This is an important night for everyone. For those who are already part of us, we get to welcome two new women to our group, two women who want to stretch themselves just like we have, and continue to do. And for the applicants standing here, we are so happy that you chose to join us tonight, and we wish you the best of luck. In a perfect world you all could join us, but unfortunately that cannot happen. Tonight we will present you with three different tasks. The two girls who perform the best, and progress the furthest will be accepted into The Stretch Society tonight, and will join all of us in our quest to push ourselves beyond what we thought was possible, but physically and mentally. Applicants… are you ready to begin?” My mind raced, suddenly I felt like I wasn’t ready for this, like I made a huge mistake, but I also felt like I couldn’t leave, like I had come so far, I had sent nude pictures even, how could I leave now? “Yes…” all nine girls replied, but not in any form of unison. My heart was beating faster and faster, what was I going to have to do? “Great. Thank you again for being here,” the leader in the black mask said, “and I would like to say that you may leave at any time, but if you leave, you will never have the opportunity to join again. We are not here to force you, we are here to help you grow, but only if you want to.” There was a pause. I swear my breathing and beating heart was echoing around the room. “To begin, please remove your panties and place them in the basket,” the leader said with all seriousness. If I wasn’t wearing a mask everyone would have seen my mouth hanging open and my eyes stretched wide. I looked to my right and all of the other applicants were bending over and removing their panties without question, although trying to keep their skirts and dresses down at the sametime. I was in shock, but without knowing my body began to do the same thing. I bent over slightly and slid my panties down to my ankled, stepping out of them, picking them up and placing them in a basket another black mask wear was carrying. Standing there with no panties on was surreal, but somehow also exhilarating. I had never done anything even close to this before, and part of me was liking the excitement, even though I would never tell anyone. I waited for the next instruction, not sure what it would be. I looked over at the other applicants and they seemed to be just as nervous as me, looking straight ahead, not sure what to do. Finally the leader spoke again. “Thank you very much applicants. We all know this is a new experience for you, but remember we have all gone through this before. We succeeded and you can too. I will now be showing you the first task. Remember you may leave at any time.” The leader motioned to a couple of other black mask wearers and they came forward to the bench in front of us, moving to the first box and lifting it. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the box was removed the item under it was revealed. A black dildo stood proudly on the bench, bent slightly backwards, staring at us. “Applicants. This is your first task. You must sit on this dildo and insert it into your vagina as deep as you can. If you do this you will move to task number two. And again, if you would like to leave, now is your chance.” I looked over to my other applicants and could see the uneasiness among them. Everyone around the room stood straight and without emotioned it seemed, waiting to see what everyone would do. My eyes looked at the dildo sitting there and I thought about what I wanted to do. Could I do this? Could I sit on a dildo in front of everyone? If it wasn’t for the mask I probably wouldn’t, but by wearing it, it was like I wasn’t really there, like I was some kind of alternate version of myself, I could do what I wanted without anyone knowing. I decided to say. “Fuck this,” I heard from beside me as the girl standing there turned and walked out of the room. Two other girls followed her leaving only seven of us. Suddenly I felt like I had a chance after all. The first girl in line went up and pulled her dress up over her ass and lowered herself on to what looked like an 8” inch dildo. She slowly lowered herself on to it about half way before standing back up and getting in line. The second and third girl followed suit before the fourth girl chickened out and left, six applicants left. The fifth girl who was now the one beside me walked up and pulled up her skirt and quickly sat down on the dildo taking it completely inside of her in one quick movement. Before I could even think of what just happened she was back in line. A murmur moved through the room. I swear I could see a smile through her mask. Now it was my turn, I was applicant six. I nervously walked up to the bench, my hands grabbing the fabric of my skirt. I bunched it up and started to move it above my ass as I swung my leg over the bench. I looked down and could see the large dildo underneath me. I shimmied myself up so it was directly below my pussy and I slowly lowered myself down onto the intimidating toy below me. The head moved between my lips before going inside, my pussy was a lot wetter then I realized and the toy slid easily into my hole. I kept going, waiting for it to bottom out, my mind sure I would end about half way down the toy just like the first girls. But to my astonishment, and it seemed everyone else's too, I just kept going lower and lower, and finally I felt my ass on the bench. I had taken the whole dildo into my pussy and it felt amazing. I caught myself though and quickly stood up, straightened my skirt and got back into line. Another deep breath. The leader spoke up again. “Wow, I think I speak for everyone when I say we are impressed. You are truly remarkable women. Now we will move on to task number two.” She motioned again to the other members and they came forward to lift off the box, this time revealing another dildo, but this time smaller, maybe 6 inches. “The task is the same, but the hole is different. This time you need to insert this dildo into your ass. And do not worry about any messes, we do not judge, we only support. You may begin.” My mind raced, “my ass!,” I thought to myself and started to panic. One time a boyfriend put a finger in my ass and while I protested it did feel good. But I never had anything else in there, and now I was supposed to sit down on a dildo in front of all of these people? I took yet another deep breath, trying to calm myself. One of the applicants walked behind me and left as I continued to breath deeply. Five left. The first two girls walked up, lifting their skirts again, and slowly lowered themselves on to the toy. It was clear they didn’t like it, I could hear a grimace, but they did what they could, taking about half of the dildo into their ass. When the second girl lifted off the toy there was a distinct brown streak running along it, my stomach turned, but within seconds one of the black masked helpers was there to clean it up. The third girl came forward and got in position, but when the toy touched her ass she immediately stood up, letting her dress fall back down and left sobbing. Now there were four. The girl beside me who impressed the first round went up confidently to the bench, bunched up her skirt, lined up the toy and started to sit down on it without hesitation. At first she took about half before moving up slowly and sinking back down letting the whole 6 inches sink deep into her. I couldn’t believe it, and I also knew I was going to have to push myself more then I thought, I just hoped it wouldn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Now it was my turn, I closed my eyes for a moment to calm myself and walked up. Again I bunched up my skirt feeling the cool air run across my pussy. I lined up the toy and began to push down on it. I could feel it slowly spread my hole, the head creeping inside. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or hated it, but at least it didn’t hurt like I thought it would. Slowly I inched my way down, taking more and more. I wasn’t sure how far down I’d gone until I lowered my head to look. I was almost at the bottom. The shock of it was too much for me and I quickly stood up, feeling the toy pop out of my tight ass, my face blushing under my mask. I got back inline and stared at the toy in disbelief, not only was I shocked by the fact that I did it, but also embarrassed as I saw the clear signs of shit on the top of the toy. The cleaners quickly fixed the issue, but still, I couldn’t help feel like I had done something wrong. “Well ladies, you have impressed us again. Four of your remain and we have one task left. After this we will decide you will join us, and who will not. Good luck,” the leader said quickly before stepping back into the outer ring. The two helpers stepped forward again and removed the third box, this time revealing the same two dildos, but now positioned together. The leader never told us what to do, but it was obvious, and maybe part of the test. None of the applicants left this time meaning there were four of us battling for the final two spots. The first girl went up and positioned herself over the toys. The larger dildo started to enter her pussy as she lowered herself, but the smaller one only just entered her ass, she was struggling and everyone could tell. She tried to push herself further, tried to get more into herself, but she couldn’t. I felt bad for her, but also more confident that I could beat her. The second girl did better, getting about half of each dildo into her holes, but again she struggled, you could tell she wasn’t enjoying herself anymore, you could tell she wished she wasn’t there. Now it was time for the girl beside me to go, the clear front runner, the one everyone wanted to see. She strode up to the bench confidently again, lifting her skirt and getting half of each toy into her without any trouble. After a couple of bounces, and I think a moan as well she buried both toys deep into her holes. I was amazed and turned on. There was no denying how hot it was to see this girl do this in front of everyone. She stayed there for a second, holding the toys in her, moving slightly, clearly enjoying the feeling. God she was so impressive. Finally she stood up and it was my turn. There was no way I could beat her, but I felt like I could beat the others. I had to beat the others. “You can do this,” I said to myself under my breath. I had stopped even thinking about why I was doing this, and I was just doing it. Standing over the toys with my skirt bunched up I lowered down. The larger toy entered my pussy first and it felt amazing. The night's festivities had turned me on so much. If I was allowed too I would have loved to have just rode that dildo until I came all over it, but that wasn’t the task. I had to stay focused. I lowered more feeling the smaller toy enter my ass. Strangely it felt good too. I lowered further and further. I focused on the feeling as the toys spread my holes and made my pussy drip. Lower again. I heard murmuring. I didn’t know how much I had taken, I just kept going, it felt good, it felt great, I loved it. Before I knew it my ass touched the bench again. I was sitting there, almost relaxed, with two black dildos stuffed in my holes, people around me staring at me. How did I get here? Is this what I wanted? It turns out it was because for some reason I felt proud of myself, I had gone so far outside my comfort zone I couldn’t even see it anymore. I pushed myself up off the toys and got back inline. If anyone could see under my mask they would have seen a huge smile. I knew I had done it, I knew I was in the top two. “Thank you ladies. You all are truly amazing. What you have shown here tonight is that you are willing to push yourselves, to stretch yourselves, to be the best you. We thank you for showing us, and we are in awe. Unfortunately as you know only two of you can become part of The Stretch Sorority,” there was a pause as everyone seemed to come to a realization on who was staying and who was going, “and I think you know who you are. Applicants one and two, we want to thank you for joining us, we all know you will go on to do amazing things, unfortunately you will not be able to do them here with us. We wish you the best.” The leader stopped talking and the two helpers emerged again, gently leading the two losing applicants out of the room. “Now,” the leader started, “applicants three and four, congratulations! You have done it! What you have shown us today is that you can push yourself beyond what you thought was possible, to break out of your comfort zone and to truly stretch your potential. We are all so happy to welcome you to The Stretch Sorority!” The room erupted into cheering and I felt a huge smile grow on my face. I had done it. Suddenly being away from home didn’t seem so bad, I felt like I at least knew where I would be calling home for the next year, and hopefully where I would be making some new friends. The leader spoke again, “Now! The final step for initiation is much easier than the others, I promise,” the leader and the room chuckled, “the final step is to remove your mask and introduce yourselves to your new home.” The girl beside me went first, lifting her mask to reveal a beautiful pale skinned face, almost model like, “My name is Emily Keen and thank you for having me!” she spoke up. I smiled at her from under my mask before turning back towards the leader, reaching up and grabbing my mask, lifting it from my face and speaking for the first time, “My name is Julie McIntosh… and I’m so happy to be here…” I wasn’t sure what to say. “Welcome!” The room erupted and everyone took off their mask. I looked around and smiled, I looked at Emily and we laughed at each other. Suddenly any worries I had seemed to wash away. I felt relaxed for the first time in days. The leader walked up to me and gave me a hug without warning, “Julie! I’m Kat, I’m so happy you came and passed the tasks, I KNEW you would fit in here!” I smiled again, it seemed to be all I could do now. For the rest of the night everyone mingled, drank and ate. It was relaxing and fun and I loved it. I felt so at home here, and I just knew I was going to enjoy every minute over the next year. I finally knew I had made the right choice.

Hey, I write stories on Literotica (username: heavyandhorny) but I haven't written anything about extreme stretching. I've always wanted to because I love it, but didn't think there would be much of an audience on that site. I'm not sure what the limits would be for submissions either. Anyway, I might write something, not that I have a tonne of time to write (and other stories there I haven't finished!). But yes, there is a real lack of stretching stories on Literotica. I search for "fisting" all the time and nothing too interesting every comes up.