The Tutor's Descent Ch. 05 - Preview 6

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Natalie raised an eyebrow, fixating on the young man’s lap, and Olivia wondered if she was going to pounce on him to see it for herself.

“What’s next, Grant?” Eric asked, cutting through the tension in the room. Whether or not Matt was actually packing the biggest dick any of them had ever seen was not something the men were interested in exploring any further. Natalie took the hint, and begrudgingly returned to her seat.

“Jess and Hannah, kiss!” Grant announced to the room. Most of the crowd erupted yet again at the latest lewd instruction, and Olivia studied her friend, who still appeared to be in a daze from whatever had occurred in the closet. Based on the leers of the others, she gathered that Jess was another young woman seated on the floor across the way. Fully expecting Hannah to refuse, she was dumbstruck as her classmate merely shrugged and returned a nod of understanding to Jess, who crawled over to her. The girls lightly touched lips for about a second, ignoring the circulating demands for them to go further and involve their tongues. Both blushing, the women parted ways after exchanging a smile. Hannah met Olivia’s gaze with a slanted grin and shrugged again, as if to say, “Just playing the game.”

Grant wasted no time reading the next prompt, and explained that  Brian was to give Eric a massage for a minute in the place of his choosing. The men groaned at their misfortune for not gaining access to any of the attractive females in the circle, but Eric accepted his fate and slapped his shoulders, stating they were tight and could use some attention. Olivia took advantage of the downtime to try and satiate her rampant curiosity.

“So, you two have fun in there?” She asked Matt quietly. He glanced over to her, meeting her inquisitive blue eyes and using the opportunity to admire her largely exposed tits.

“Yeah, but…” His barely concealed manhood visibly twitched as he drank in the sight of her. “We got interrupted…”

Olivia noticed the movement in his lap, and put two and two together. He had not had a chance to cum, and was probably forced to stop while building up to it. She pictured his heavy balls, taut and aching for release. The dark thought that she could still be the one to relieve him that night crossed her mind, but she cast it aside. 

Hannah leaned in and joined the conversation, giggling. “Anyone else warm?” The woman’s lips were full and flushed, and there was an undeniable streak of lust in her smoky eyes. Her posture had also grown wobbly which suggested she’d become quite intoxicated. Olivia noticed Hannah’s black fingernails had creeped up Matt’s thigh, coming to rest an inch away from his swollen erection, and felt another dull pang of jealousy. Her friend was having quite the run of experiences, including sexy closet time with Matt, a kiss with another girl, and whatever else had occurred before Olivia had joined the group. She’d never seen her reserved companion even close to this open and loose before.

Olivia agreed with Hannah’s comment, admitting that the party had gotten far more intimate than she’d imagined it would. She was horny, shirtless, and sitting right up against her tutee’s practically naked body and visible hardness. It was not a good look, and she decided it was time to track down her boyfriend. She collected her blouse, and told the group she’d be back later while tying the garment back in place. She wasn’t sure which of the two actions had gained more of the negative feedback they threw at her.

She was alone again, wandering the house in search of Daniel. It was getting late, and the thick mass of bodies had thinned out somewhat. Olivia was mindful of the fact that the big bad wolf could very well be hunting her, and kept her head on a swivel. Still nursing a strong buzz, she felt a warm confidence in her belly, almost wishing he’d ambush her so she could tell him off again. Stepping out into the cool night air, she found her boyfriend slumped over on a padded chair beneath a covered patio. He and his buddies had presumably been passing a bong around, and their bloodshot eyes, lit by a small tabletop fire between them, drifted toward her lazily. “You alright, babe?” She asked, half sitting on the arm of his chair and rubbing his back. The woozy athlete stirred slightly, muttering something unintelligible and failing to lift his head as it slumped into her arm.

“This shit’s strong…” Hector said, each word more drawn out than the last. “Want some?”

“Uh, no thanks.” Olivia was already far from sober herself, and not interested in becoming a zombie like the rest of them. She prodded Daniel again, asking if he was okay, and he murmured that he was, his body sinking further into the cushion. “I guess we’re probably crashing here,” she suggested to the host.

Hector agreed, offering a jumbled and long-winded explanation that the sign of a successful party was a house full of passed out bodies. “There’s a bunch of extra bedrooms too. Feel free… Doubt you’ll be able to move that lump of dead weight though…”

Olivia chuckled, “No problem. He can sleep out here for now.” She covered him with a blanket that was draped over the back of his seat. Tony piped up, asking her about her major, and she chatted for a while, wowing the high men with her knowledge of astronomy. They hung on her every word, the ones lucid enough to form sentences asking all sorts of enigmatic questions that one would expect to hear in a haze of weed smoke.

“How are you this smart and hot at the same time?” Brad asked earnestly. The others agreed, buttering her up with further compliments and praise. “I could listen to you talk about space all night,” he added.

“Among other things…” Tony muttered suggestively.

“Hey, be good. Just ‘cause my boyfriend’s asleep doesn’t mean you can hit on me,” Olivia said, secretly enjoying the appreciation.

“Just sayin… If things don’t work out between you two… Ow!” Tony’s train of thought was interrupted by a punch on the arm from Hector. “Sorry…” 

The mild turn in the conversation was enough to get Olivia thinking about her unfulfilled lust again. She’d sought out Daniel in the hopes to get some satisfaction, and only achieved to get his friends riled up, leering at her flame-kissed body. Her arousal reminded her of the unpredictable, sexually tense ring of students within the house, and she excused herself from the skunky patio.

Music was still being played inside, though the volume and intensity had been reduced. The remaining partiers had collected into more intimate groups scattered about, and many had passed out, sprawled out on whatever furniture was available. The game was seemingly still active in the living room, and Olivia noted a commotion as she rounded the corner. The first thing she noticed was Hannah, standing front and center, completely naked from the waist up. Her eyes were clamped shut, brows furrowed, as Grant sucked noisily at her tits, his fingers squeezing the pliant flesh of her chest. Natalie was behind her, also topless and pouring a steady trickle of brown liquor onto her skin, which flowed down to his waiting mouth.

“What the-” Olivia started, breaking the attention of all who were fixated on the spectacle.

“You’re just in time for the finale, girl!” Natalie exclaimed drunkenly. “Everyone’s had their turn. You’re up!”

Olivia studied the room frantically, noting the number of bodies had dwindled to just a handful, and her eyes landed on Matt. His lips and jaw were glistening, and the tent in his boxers suggested he was fully erect. He was grinning, looking just as inebriated as everyone else, and nodded towards her while giving his bulge a firm squeeze. Hannah moaned as Grant released her hardened nipple with an audible pop. Wiping his own jaw, he ushered Olivia towards her topless classmate quite forcefully by the small of her back. “Get in there.”

What the hell is happening!? She took Hannah’s hand and gave it a tug in an attempt to confirm she was aware of the situation. Her olive-skinned friend’s eyes were now half open but glazed over, and she licked her lips before saying, “Go ahead.”

“Are you sure?” Oilvia asked more directly, too concerned with the woman’s consent to even consider what she herself wanted.

“Mhmm…” Hannah nodded slowly, biting her lip sensuously and sticking her shiny chest outwards.

Natalie tipped the bottle impatiently, and before Olivia could process her own decision, her face was pushed straight into Hannah’s sticky skin. She instinctively lapped up the potent tequila as it streamed down the bare, smooth tits while someone’s fingers firmly guided her skull. She swallowed as quickly as she could, her nose pressing into the soft flesh as her tongue swirled around in an effort to collect every drop. She felt her friend’s firm bud make contact with her flattened tongue as another trickle of alcohol flowed in, and she clamped her lips around it, sucking it dry. Hannah moaned above her, making no effort to conceal the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying her sexy classmate’s mouth attending to her sensitive nipple.

As quickly as it had begun, the hand gripping the back of her head relaxed, and Olivia pulled away from Hannah’s sloppy breasts as she tried to catch her breath. She felt the warmth of the newly ingested liquor spreading throughout her belly, and the heat of arousal moistening her panties. She could hardly believe what she’d just participated in, but couldn’t deny it had made her horny. Hannah was beet red, breathing heavily, and squeezing her glistening tits in each hand, unable to stop herself from continuing the stimulation. Olivia had never regarded her, nor any woman in a sexual manner before, but she looked… Appetizing. The room was tense, and the remaining players silently watched the three women in the spotlight, looking as if they might pounce at any moment. Olivia remembered she’d been forced to comply, and jerked her head to the side to see that Matt was standing directly behind her.

“Your turn,” he muttered, his fingers working quickly on her blouse, and removing it before she could get a word in.

“Wait, I–” Her protest was cut short as her bra was ripped from her, and Hannah interrupted her with lust-addled encouragement.

“Don’t worry–It’s sho fun… Ohmmy God, your titsh are even nicer than I… imagined.” The drunk, topless youth was not the only one to sing Olivia’s praises as her full, perky breasts emerged.

Olivia wanted to ask her friend what had gotten into her, but it was obvious that she was intoxicated beyond the point of reason. Suddenly, Natalie’s slender hand was on her hip, steadying her from behind while Matt helped himself to the coveted first place in line. This is actually happening. All eyes had zeroed in on her exposed chest, those still seated leaving their places for a better view and to secure their opportunity. 

Olivia felt the cool splash of liquid on her collarbone and the warm wetness of Matt’s mouth as he began devouring her milky skin. He licked, sucked, and nibbled at her pillowy flesh, greedily making every second count and leaving no square inch untouched, regardless of the channel the liquor took. Her pink nipples quickly became engorged, and he went to work on them like he’d been parched for days. Each lash of his tongue sparked a streak of arousal that rippled through her core and added to the dampness in her pussy. All the while, his long fingers kneaded her doughy tits, roughly manipulating them as he saw fit to aid in his feasting. She couldn’t help but moan softly as he manhandled her, and could feel his giant cock wildly poking at her upper thighs and pelvic region throughout the ordeal. It served as a stern reminder that all of his motivations would be singularly focused for the rest of the night until he was satiated.

“Ngh…” Olivia whimpered, briefly locking in to Matt’s dark eyes as he tongued her delicacies and pressed his crotch into hers. He’d left her breasts sticky many times before, but never with his saliva, and certainly never with an audience. Now every individual present was bearing witness to his ability to tear down her boundaries, and to turn her on. As his throbbing erection roughly jabbed her miniskirt, she half expected him to whip it out and force her to her knees so he could cover her tits properly, as he always did. Surely he has enough self control not to slather me in cum in front of everyone… Right? 

She wondered what Hannah would think if their secret post tutoring arrangement was suddenly on display. Olivia peeked over at the girl to discover that it would likely go unnoticed, as she was currently surrounded by Grant, Eric, and Brian, who were taking their liberties with her unguarded chest, groping her while they waited for Matt’s turn to end. Regardless of the circumstances, she was clearly enjoying it, her head tilted back and mouth open as six manly hands roamed over her body. It was quite an erotic sight, and made Olivia yearn for more.

After what felt like an eternity, Grant resorted to physically pulling Matt away to assert himself, and wasted no time attacking Olivia’s bare tits. Though the entire event taking place was bordering on lunacy, Matt was at least a familiar figure. She was completely unaccustomed to Grant, and the experience of his mouth exploring her private areas beneath his wavy blonde hair was absolutely bizarre and wickedly salacious. She stole a quick look around the room to ensure neither Daniel nor his buddies were anywhere to be seen. She felt as if there was an unspoken sense of security amongst the group, and that If an outsider was to witness her now, the delicate illusion would be broken. She would be forced to confront the fact that she was behaving like an absolute slut, allowing a lineup of horny college strangers to sample her naked tits one by one. 

“You’re incredible,” Grant murmured with a smile before ending his turn and making space for Brian, who approached her with pudgy, extended fingers as if he were about to unwrap a long awaited present. The lumbering man had been staring at her longingly all night, and his thick hands groped her delicate skin roughly while he knelt down to taste her. His puffy lips slurped the drink from her skin loudly while Olivia stood rigidly with her arms at her sides and allowed herself to be violated. She felt a twinge of shame at how wet it was making her to have been reduced to a lewd shot delivery device, and she did her best to maintain her composure, with only the occasional light moan escaping her throat. Brian finished off the last of her liquor stained skin with sweeping licks that extended well past her chest to the base of her neck. He reluctantly let go of her with a lingering, craving look, and Eric took his place.

The thin, scraggly man indulged with equal fervor to the others, delighted at the chance to drown himself in Olivia’s immaculate tits with no repercussions. Her light pink nipples had become hypersensitive from all the attention, and her gasps were becoming harder to swallow. When Eric was done, Hannah stumbled over, her smoky “Cat eyes” smudged and framing drooping eyelids. She looked as if she could barely stand, let alone walk, and Olivia addressed her with concern. “Hannah?” With one last attempt to lift her chin and acknowledge her name, the plastered woman’s body went limp and she fell into Olivia.

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To be continued…