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Friend of the Bellas
🕑 Added 2018-01-17 01:24:59 +0000 UTC David arrived at Barden University looking forward to college.As a teenager, he’d realized the stories he wrote had consequences. If he made things up, the world changed a little to keep up. It was hard to prove, hard to see, but he’d been experimenting with it since high school. Minor, almost unnoticeable changes for his benefit. A better menu in the cafeteria, a nicer parking spot, some better grades. He tried not to get too greedy. A lot of the time, he felt like the novice gambler who goes to the card table and wins big. Any smart man would be worried that he was just being strung along, cajoled into betting it all so the sharks could clear him out.
But so far, so good. He’d made himself an A student, gotten himself a full ride scholarship. It was possible there were others like him, but if there were, he figured by keeping his goals modest, he could avoid some kind of battle royale. No putting on an all-black costume and declaring himself Emperor of Earth. He’d be content with a cute girl, a nice house, and maybe a Lambo.
In the summer before he went to college, he’d been writing about himself. How David was irresistible to women, how he was wildly charismatic, how his penis size was up there with Ewan McGregor. In its own subtle way, it’d seemed to be working. He’d noticed women paying more attention to him, people laughing more at his jokes and inviting him out more. It wasn’t like anyone was a mindless zombie following his orders; just like he’d become James Bond in his sleep.
Showing up on the Barden quad, he was almost immediately accosted by one of those girl-next-door types with the quirky good looks. “Hi, I’m Beca,” she said. “Welcome to Dartmouth.”
“I… thought this was Barden U.”
Beca bopped her forehead. “Oh! So it is. Maybe you could show me around.”
“Hey, Beca, who’s your friend?” the woman running up to meet them was a redhead, pretty except for scarily intense eyes--which actually added to her attractiveness.
“Don’t know, haven’t gotten that far yet,” Beca said, eying him up and down.
“David.”
“His name’s David,” the redhead said, interposing herself between him and Beca. She turned around to face him. “I’m Chloe. Beca here was probably telling you all about the Friends of the Bellas Society.”
“She might’ve mentioned it,” David hedged, getting an approving nod from Beca over Chloe’s shoulder.
“Did she tell you that for five dollars of support for the Barden Bellas, you get a free singing telegram wishing you well on all major holidays? Complete with a greeting card.”
“They’re homemade,” Beca said.
“With love,” Chloe emphasized. “And it’s for a good cause.”
“Really?” David asked. “Not one of those bad causes I’ve been hearing so much about?”
Beca smirked, but David could see Chloe didn’t find this a laughing matter. Oh well--not his best material anyway. He fished a fiver out of his wallet.
“Sure, I’ve got Honest Abe burning a hole in my pocket.”
Chloe took it from him. “Thank you on behalf of the Barden Bellas! Beca, why don’t you write his information down?”
“That’s what I was trying to do,” Beca said.
***
He got settled in quickly. As he’d written, a Rube Goldbergian chain of unlikely events had resulted in a dorm room that could only be occupied by one person--zoning laws--and by luck of the draw, he got it all to himself. He’d just finished unpacking and kicked back on the bed when there was a knock at the door.
Once he opened it, David found himself smiling at the pretty young woman who faced him, her breasts straining against the tight material of the black sheath dress she had on. “Hi there. I’m Stacie. Mind if I come in?”
“Help yourself,” David replied, and stared longingly at her lithe figure as she walked by him, her hips swaying sensuously.
“I’m a member of the Barden Bellas,” she said, pulling his chair out from his desk and spinning it so that when she sat down, she was facing him. “And on behalf of the Barden Bellas, I’d like to thank you for your generous donation.” She sat to pull her hem to her knees.
“You’re welcome,” David said.
As she leaned back, the dress crept up her thighs several inches. David could see the seams in the stockings that covered her long, shapely legs. “No, thank you,” Stacie emphasized. “See, we’re supposed to go around campus and do something nice for all our donors to show how much we appreciate them. The only thing is, we didn’t get many donors. So our leader, Aubrey, is freaking out about losing the few peeps we do have. She seems to think maybe we could try to get them to pledge a little more.”
“Sure,” David teased, “I’m sure I have some spare change around here somewhere.”
“And of course, we’d be sure they knew how appreciated they are. Everyone else is doing a little song and dance; I thought I’d just ask who the hottest donor was and see how well I can take care of him.” Stacie giggled and ran her tongue around her lips. “How would you like to see me naked, David? Would you tell me how pretty I am if you saw me naked?”
“I could tell you how pretty you are right now?”
“Oh? You haven’t even seen my nipples,” Stacie chided.
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” David replied.
“Then this is really going to kick your ass.” Stacie rose to her feet, moving slowly and tantalizingly. She enjoyed how excited she was making him. He was getting so horny that she was getting horny off it herself.
She pulled the dress over her head, revealing the well-filled cups of her bra. David’s prick immediately started to swell with pounding blood, twitching luridly as it pressed against the seam of his jeans.
Next, Stacie reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were large, the incline sharp and sudden, easing down their voluptuous curvature then suddenly jutting out into pert highness. David’s prick grew harder as he ogled them, their sway a light jiggle but with real heft behind them.
“Feel appreciated so far, David?”
“Not quite,” David said, though his voice was hoarse. “I could stand to see your, ah, puss.”
Stacie giggled and kicked off her pumps. Then she slowly peeled her panties over her hips, down her long tapering legs to the floor. She lowered herself to the floor, slowly stretching out on her back. David’s cock throbbed violently as her long legs parted, her bare pussy spreading wide for him.
“I’m going to have to ask for one more little donation.” Stacie trailed her fingers through the absolutely hairless smoothness of her groin before slipping two fingers inside herself. Gently she fucked them in and out, masturbating before his very eyes. “Come here and lick my pussy. I need that way more than a five dollar bill.”
With his hard-on pushing stiffly out in front of him, David knelt down between her splayed thighs. He bent his head to her pussy, giving himself an intimate view of her fingering herself. He could smell her wetness, irresistibly tantalizing.
Stacie sighed as he took her wrist and put a halt to her self-pleasure. Then he lowered his head between her long legs and gave his mouth to the scent that was driving him wild. His tongue pierced her folds, rubbing in the evidence of the arousal she was obviously feeling. A drop of precum oozed from his manhood; all he could think about was how he loved the taste of Stacie’s cunt.
Thrusting his hands under her ass, he dug his hands into the sculpted globes of her buttocks. Then he moved his tongue rhythmically up and down her wet pussy, overshooting the top of it each time to tease her clit.
“Unh! David!” Stacie’s beautiful face was no longer so well-meaning and mischievous, but dazed, slack-jawed with a feeling David wasn’t sure she understood herself. “It’s all you, baby!” She grabbed the back of his head, starting to buck her ass off the floor, grinding her sex against his sweeping tongue. “I’m all creamy, and ah God, your tongue feels so good! Keep licking me! Lick me clean.”
He sucked her cunt harder, lapping up the arousal that flowed from her depths and flicking his tongue on her jutting clit. Stacie responded by whipping her pussy up to him so eagerly that it was impossible to hold her bouncing ass steady.
Freeing his hands, David slid two fingers into her swollen cunt. They went easily into her, Stacie gurgling her way through a moan as she took their doubled length. David started stroking her as he ate her out. He licked and sucked her clit, holding it between his lips, pressing in on it with his teeth.
“Close!” Stacie’s gorgeous face reddened as the spasms shook her almost out of David’s grip. “Fuck, my cunt’s so wet! I’m so close! Keep eating me, suck my clit hard! Make me, make me… coooommmiing!”
The convulsions pumped through her, sending a deluge of her juices from her wide-open cunt. Stacie jerked and humped as if an electric current were running through her, but even after she’d collapsed back to the floor, David continued to suckle at her clit and gently rub her ravished cunt.
“Fuuuck!” Stacie panted out laughing as she stared at the ceiling, eyes still glazed with a tingling pleasure moving through her. “Keep going. I’ve got to feel your dick inside me!”
David rose to his knees between her trembling thighs and hurriedly stripped off his clothes. Stacie’s eyes noted his powerful physique, but mainly she stared at the thick cock that preceded him, still dripping with its readiness to penetrate her.
David climbed on top of her, supporting the weight of his upper body on outstretched arms. He fit the head of his prick to her cunt and Stacie whimpered loudly, feeling it almost fit, but not quite. She would have to stretch. To spread, before the invading thickness he was giving her.
For a long moment, David lay on top of her without moving, just savoring the pressure he felt around his rock-hard manhood as he fed it into her.
“Unghh! Yes, lover, just like that!” With half of his prick inside her, Stacie threw up her legs and wrapped them around David’s ribs, over his heaving back. “You! Going into me, stretching me--unhh, filling my cunt! Fuck me, fuck my hot cunt, just--fuck!”
Stacie’s shameless words practically forced David to go faster, ramming himself to the balls inside her. He zealously watched her full breasts jiggle and quiver from the fucking he was giving her. It was gratifying. It was even more gratifying when she threw her arms around his shoulders, gasping as she was pleasured by his thrusting member. David fucked her faster and harder, Stacie lustfully working her hips to meet him, bouncing her ass off the floor for him to penetrate.
“Faster, David! Don’t make my pussy wait for your cock! Fuck it as quick as you can!” Her moaning was more like a steady shriek that rose and fell, letting him know just how much lust she needed him to satisfy. “Shit, my pussy’s so hot! So hot, and it needs your prick to come! Fuck me, fuck hard, fuck me hard!”
David fucked her as hard as he could, hammering her ass down onto the worn carpet with every thrust. Stacie whispered in his ear, her voice nearly gone, telling him that the actual act of them fucking might be audible throughout the dorms. She didn’t care. She was burning up. She had to cream.
“I’m there! I’m done!” she gasped suddenly. Her tight pussy clutched him needfully, fire raging through her. “You fucked me, David! Unh, I’m cooommmiiinngggg!”
At the same time, David fucked his burning member into her orgasming pussy, shooting his load into it. Stacie’s ecstatic finale was only enhanced by the white torrent he shot into her, filling her cunt and splashing on her inner walls.
Stacie moaned deliciously. In her muttering, David heard her thank him for the pleasure he and his cock had given her. David said she was very welcome on both accounts.
And wondered how many Barden Bellas there were anyway.
Comments
This was great. I liked how you had David experimenting with his powers. I didn't think of that, but it was great addition to the story. Thanks for doing this. I know it was a weird request and am grateful that you did it for me.
