Freshers Week Frolics

After two years at University, some of the various professors, lecturers and other officials approached us to see if we would assist when the new intake commenced after the summer break.

This request gave some of my friends a rather naughty idea that just happened to involve me. I had turned twenty-one in July.

‘We could undoubtedly educate the new guys during freshers week,’ one of them suggested, ‘But not in the way the university boffins expected.’

‘What do you mean?’ I questioned.

‘We could introduce them to the naked female human body.’

‘Pardon?’

‘Rachel, can’t you imagine how exciting, humiliating, degrading, sexually thrilling it would be walking around the campus knowing that lots if not most of the new students had already had access to your body?’

‘You must be joking,’ I laughed, ‘Are you seriously asking that I sleep with all the fresh arrivals next term?’

‘No. No, not that at all. I was thinking of you putting on a little anonymous display?’

‘In what way?’

‘We put you in a room with a bag or something over your head and let the guys come in and have a poke or grope of your naked body. They won’t know who you are, and you won’t know who they are either.’

‘I can’t see it working somehow.’

‘Why not? Just imagine how incredibly hot it would be for them looking at all the female students and wondering, ‘was it you.’ Meanwhile, you are looking at all the newbies and thinking, ‘did you touch me?’

I had to confess he did have a point. Such an adventure sounded like it might be fun at the time and in the following days.

‘Where would we do it?’ I asked hesitatingly.

‘In the house where your whipping took place when you started here. The room is big enough, and it still has the hooks. You would be tied up just wearing one of your long dresses open at the front. That provides a sort of mystique about the whole thing.’

‘So they just come in and feel me, nothing else?’

‘I think we might end up getting expelled if you start seducing them and shagging them all, Rachel,’ he laughed. ‘One of us might introduce you and point out a woman’s assets, a bit like a biology lecture. Then we can let them loose.’

Something about the idea piqued my imagination. It sounded like it could be an exciting plan, and I knew it could get me very moist between my thighs. The juices were flowing freely, even as my friend Sam explained his idea.

‘An Illustrated Introduction to Female Anatomy — Interested? Call…’ the little piece of paper read that some of my friends had produced. It contained a couple of phone numbers that anyone wishing to attend could call. A small line drawing of a nude woman was added to ensure more interest in the event.

I was pretty stunned when the number attending topped one hundred.

‘How will we fit them all in?’ I asked in amazement.

‘Shifts! You will have to work shifts. Three shifts a day over two days with fifteen visiting each time, and you should nearly see them all,’ Mike hesitated, ‘I meant to say THEY will all have seen you,’ he added smiling. ‘We may need to add another shift to cater for everyone if more phone. How do you feel about being so popular?’

‘Ha. They haven’t seen me yet,’ I replied jovially.

‘Rachel,’ Mike, one of my closest friends, said in a conspiratorial way, ‘How would you feel if we added a little twist to proceedings?’

‘Such as?’

‘Well, I can’t say as we want it to be a surprise for you but something slightly embarrassing or even humiliating?’

‘In what way?’

‘As I said, I can’t say, or we would ruin the surprise. I think you’d like it, though… maybe not straight away.’ His voice deepened and slowed to emphasise the last phrase.

‘This will just be groping, pinching, poking, fondling and feeling?’ I questioned suspiciously.

‘Oh yes indeed. No sex, unless you call a finger in your cunt or up your bum sex. You will just be available for inspection by any young men who turn up.’

‘That’s okay then. And there will be a surprise for me at the end?’

‘More like at the beginning?’

‘You’re going to fuck me in front of them all, aren’t you? I quizzed.

‘No. honestly, nothing like that.’

‘Oh. Well, I couldn’t imagine what you plan to surprise me with.’

‘Good. Don’t try to guess. Can we do it to you?’

‘You’re sure I’ll enjoy it?’

‘I think so, but maybe not just at first.’

‘Ummmm. You’ve already told me that,’ I replied, still pondering the idea,’ Okay. I’ll go with it.’

I purchased a new floral pattern short sleeve dress with a full-length button-up front. I thought it looked both demure and rather sexy at the same time. Even with the buttons done up, I was still able to show a little leg if required. I thought it was just perfect for the occasion.

We checked the room, which was in a large Victorian house close to the University, was available. Some wealthier male student friends were renting it instead of staying in the halls of residence. I had spent some exciting times with the lads in the house during my studies. On an earlier occasion, I had been painfully introduced to the pleasures of corporal punishment. I had only been nineteen at the time.

Now I would be bound with my hands in the air to allow strangers, most at least two years younger than me, to explore my exposed body. Before letting them loose on me, one of my friends would provide a little scintillating introduction to female anatomy.

It all sounded like it would be fun and right up my street. Having hands feeling me all over and not knowing who they were would be a new experience to be savoured.

On the first day of the event, I turned up at the house early with a small bag containing the dress I would wear.

My friends greeted me, and I went into the bathroom to prepare. I took off all my clothes, including underwear and slipped on the dress before heading out.

‘Wow! That’s fabulous, Rach. A brilliant choice. Couldn’t be better.’

I was chuffed that the simple dress made such an impact.

‘We have decided on a slight change. Instead of you standing bound in the room when the guys arrive, we will let them go in first. We will tie the ropes to your wrists and then lead you into the bedroom and tie you to the hooks. That way, we feel it will create a bit more of a sexually charged atmosphere. What do you think?’

I knew from my limited experience that he was right. The young men watching me led in with a bag over my head, ropes dangling from my hands, and in my dress would be turned on big time. I readily agreed.

I waited locked in the bathroom until the first group had arrived, only thirteen of the arranged fifteen. A knock on the door told me all was ready, and with ropes securely in place round my wrists and a large brown paper bag over my head, I was guided into the appointed bedroom.

As I entered, the babble of voices died away, and I knew that everyone must be looking in my direction. I was positioned between the hooks, and my arms lifted and tied in place.

‘Good morning,’ Sam announced amicably. ‘We are so pleased you have come. You are welcome to the University, and we all hope you have a great time here, work hard, obtain the results you require to get the job you want.’

He continued.

‘There are dangers, of course, when living away from home. You can be easily led astray by many new temptations, too much drink, taking drugs or meeting the wrong people and keeping the wrong company. That’s why you are here today. We want to warn you about girls like this who may try to entice you into bed. They have names well suited to their character, sluts, tarts, whores, bitches, prostitutes.’

I blushed bright red inside my paper bag. This highly embarrassing speech must be the surprise they had planned. Sam continued.

‘Today, for your benefit, we will unveil one of these vile creatures. Once you have seen one, you will know how to avoid falling under its spell. You have all seen the pictures of this example on the walls when you came in.’

I frowned. I had no idea to what Sam was referring. I could only guess that they had put some nude pictures on the walls taken from some of the guys’ magazines.

‘If anyone is offended by female nudity, now is the time to leave.’ He continued. I listened but did not hear anyone moving.

‘Right unbutton her dress,’ he commanded. Someone walked over and quickly undid all the buttons leaving the dress open and my body easily exposed. I felt something brush the material and, looking out of the bottom of the bag, realised that Sam was holding a snooker cue. He flicked the dress aside, revealing one of my tits.

‘Tits of a tart!’ he announced with obvious disdain. ‘Underdeveloped and undesirable. Still, this ‘thing’ will try and use these charms to entice and entrap you.’

He moved the cue between my legs and parted the dress so that my pussy was on display.

‘Untidy, unkept and utterly disgusting. A cunts cunt!’ he continued, obviously enjoying his little introduction. ‘If it looks like this, avoid it at all costs. Hairy Hedgehogs, Brazen Bushes, Furry Fanny’s and Shaggy Slits should all be shaved smooth or banned while at University.’

I was glad to have the bag over my head. My face was getting a hot flush and turning beetroot red as he continued his degrading description of my body.

Lastly, watch her face. A whore’s face is always pretty but deadly deceitful. One smile from this ‘thing’ here could get you into bed with her. You have been warned!’

‘Don’t we see what a sluts face is like?’ I heard someone question whose voice I did not recognise.

‘Yes, of course. I forgot… Mike?’

I sensed someone move behind me and suddenly remove the bag from my head. I was staring into the faces of my friends and thirteen young men, all standing around the wall viewing the show.

I breathed in sharply. This hadn’t been planned. The visitors were supposed to be anonymous to me and me to them.

‘We wanted you all to see what a total slut looks like.’

‘But…’ I tried to say something.

‘Shut up, you stupid cow. Speak when you’re spoken to!’

I stood speechless and now realised that THIS was the extra surprise. All these newbies starting their studies would know me when they saw me, but I had no hope of remembering all their faces. It was indeed total humiliation.

I then saw the walls and realised that the examples of sluts mentioned earlier were all photos of me. My ‘friends,’ and I now use the term loosely, had blown up and printed twelve pictures of me in various guises. Some were of me prim and proper, but the majority were to fulfil requests from male admirers to which I had stupidly agreed.

There I was in some smiling cheekily, showing off some part of my body. One showed me holding my pussy wide open and another of my attempts to increase my breast size by supporting them with my hands. I was mortified.

As I blushed with embarrassment, I could see one or two of the young men looking between the photo’s on the walls and me to ensure we were the same person.

‘Now, a few basic things to bear in mind about a simple slut. They possess three holes, two usually moist, one usually smelly and sticky… Mouth,’ Sam touched my cheeks with his cue. ‘Usually full of cheap crap or seduced cock… Cunt,’ he exclaimed, pushing his pointer between my legs, ‘Cunt by name and cunt by nature. It is what it is. Usually damp always open.’

I had expected some sort of fun introduction, but nothing quite so embarrassing.

‘Arse,’ he lifted my dress from behind and stuck the end of his cue into my bum crack. ‘These ‘things’ possess a dirty shit hole. Filthy and smelly.’

He let my dress fall back, covering my bum. ‘So there you have it. A cheap whore. As far as we are aware, this is the only one operating on the campus. Take a good long look at her, point her out if you see her around. Most students know who she is and what she is.

Now to help you understand what one is like, you all have an hour to examine this filthy specimen closely. If you don’t recognise a slutty tart right away, a closer examination of its body might reveal itself to you.’

Mike moved towards me and took over. ‘It’s fully available for inspection, and it won’t bite, will you?’ he announced, turning towards me.

Now I knew what my ‘friends’ were about, I gave a half-smile and a ‘Grrrrrh,’ like some demented animal.

‘It just said you can do whatever you want to it. That noise it gave was slut speak. Now breast, nipples, tits, you can rub like this, grope like this or pinch like this!’ Mike provided a suitably animated demonstration to go with his description.

‘Cunt can be rubbed like this or fingered like this,’ he explained as he slipped his forefinger up my pussy. ‘Fuck me.’ He exploded, ‘She’s absolutely dripping!’ He held his glistening finger in the air. ‘This means she’s enjoying herself. See how subtle she is?’ In his excitement at this, not unexpected discovery, Mike forgot that I was supposed to be an ‘it’ not a ‘she.’

He moved around behind me and lifted my skirt. ‘Shit hole,’ he announced, ‘Does what it says on the tin. You can stick your finger up it like this,’ which he proceeded to do while I gave a little jump and squeak. ‘Usually filthy,’ he announced, pulling his finger out and proffering the digit to my mouth. ‘Suck it clean bitch.’ To everyone’s surprise, I did.

‘Ugh. That’s disgusting,’ one of the newbies said.

‘Yes, she is indeed,’ Mike responded, placing emphasis on me and not what I had just done. ‘If you’re not brave enough to stick something inside, you can smack the outside. This is called her bum, and she likes any smacks nice and hard, don’t you, filthy pig?’ He added, addressing me.

‘Your hour starts now. Enjoy yourselves.’

Cautiously one or two of the young men approached me as if nearing a caged lion. I had lost all dignity, so I played along and growled at them ferociously. Even I was surprised and smiled when they stopped their advance and beat a hasty retreat.

Finally, some were brave enough to come closer, open my dress and place hands and fingers on my naked person.

I had already decided I would enjoy the sensation of a multitude of hands exploring my readily available body. I reasoned that just because the bag had been removed and everyone knew who the slut was, that was no reason not to enjoy the sensation.

The majority made a beeline for my breasts and began fondling them like there was no tomorrow. One young man commenced playing with my nipples between his fingers. It only took him a few seconds to give up and replace his fingers with his mouth.

I could feel others rubbing my bum with their hands and occasionally giving it tight little squeezes. Sometimes a finger ran along my bum crack and rested tentatively by my anus but did not venture in.

Two guys had taken up position by kneeling in front of me and were busily contented pulling my pussy hair and attempting to roll it around their fingers. Occasionally one would push a little as if carefully looking for the source of the clear liquid that was slowly oozing out from between my legs.

One of the freshers was particularly attractive with jet black hair, a bronzed complexion and delightful manners. He asked me before doing anything if he had my permission. I decided to try to hold my orgasm until he pushed a finger deep into my pussy.

Thankfully, having had a good grab of my insufficient breasts, he explored the moist and hairy area beneath my navel. As he played with my clit and then pushed a finger inside my now soaking cunt I could contain myself no longer.

I swung on the ropes attaching my arms to the ceiling while my whole body trembled as wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure swept through me.

‘What the…?’ The young man with his finger up my cunt expostulated as I commenced making my feelings abundantly clear to all.

‘Finger me, finger me,’ I called out to him as he started to withdraw his hand, more from fright than anything else.

‘Keep your finger in there,’ Mike encouraged, ‘And wiggle it around. She’s enjoying what your doing. She’s having an orgasm!’

The young man did as he was told and kept his finger in place, working unseen deep inside my pussy.

I took in short, shallow breaths as I felt another orgasm building somewhere deep within. I knew that this one, too, wanted to explode out in a similarly powerful way. I pulled myself up on the ropes so that my feet left the ground, and I swung free while kicking my legs in unsuppressed joy.

As the handsome young man’s finger came out, a small jet of my cum followed and landed neatly over his knuckles.

‘She pee’d on me!’ he shouted.

Mike knew better. ‘She has just ejaculated. It’s called female ejaculation. If you’re brave enough, try tasting her cum. It will be sweet and nice, unlike the fucking source from which it came.’

I continued to shiver and shake for quite some time, standing on my tiptoes and holding tight to the ropes bound around my wrists.

‘You need to watch this slut,’ Mike proffered to the young man who had been the instigator of my excitement. If you can cause a double orgasm like that, this bitch will have her eye on you. Before you know it, she’ll have you under the blanket fucking her hairy cunt.’

‘I don’t care what you said about her,’ another of the new arrivals butted in, ‘I’d fuck her anytime, slut or not, she damned attractive.’

‘See. What did I said? Looks too easily take you in. She’s nothing but a cheap whore!’

‘I bet you’re hot in bed?’ the young man added, directing his question at me.

Now that I had been allowed to speak, I took full advantage. ‘If you untie me and we go into the next bedroom, you will see how hot I am when being fucked,’ I boasted playfully.

The young man gave me a knowing look and a wink, ‘Can I?’

‘NO!’ Mike answered forcefully. ‘You can just fondle her slutty body, or, ‘he added, grabbing a nipple, ‘ twist one of these like this!’

I gave a sudden shriek at the unexpected painful interjection.

‘That will teach you, you dirty whore,’ Mike spat the words at me.

‘You really don’t like her, do you?’ another new face interjected.

‘I hate sluts who sleep around and whores who fuck for money.’

I smiled and added, ‘Well Mike, you never say ‘NO’ to spending a night or even a quick hour with me if I offer you any of my holes?’

Now it was Mike’s turn to go a deep red. I smiled at his embarrassment. He was always quick with repartee, but words just seemed to fail him entirely on this occasion.

Once the first group had spent their hour fingering, feeling and caressing my body, they left, having enjoyed their time with this flirty female, viewing ‘An Illustrated Introduction to Female Anatomy’ as had been advertised on the leaflet.

‘That was a dirty trick,’ I said as I was released from the ropes. ‘We were all supposed to be anonymous to each other.’

‘You enjoyed it, though, didn’t you?’

‘That’s not the point.’

‘But it very much is Rachel. You enjoyed it more because you saw their faces, they saw yours, and they caressed your body. You will get quite a thrill every time you see one of those lads knowing they have not only seen you in the nude but stick fingers in you.’

‘I know, but…’

‘Stop arguing, Rachel. You know it was the right thing to do. Are you up for it with the second group at two o’clock?’

‘I guess I have no choice?’

‘Of course, you have. Just say you want to remain anonymous.’

‘But I don’t… I mean… I want. Oh, Okay, Let’s go with it. You take the bag off, and I’ll face them all.’

‘Good girl. How about a bit more spunk this time? You beg them to do things to you. Don’t just stand there like a dumb ostrich. Get them rubbing your cunt or poking up your arse. Play your part.’

‘Okay. Okay. I just wasn’t expecting the bag to be removed last time. Or the photo’s to be up,’ I added, looking around the room. ‘Where did you get them all from?’