Slut Class Ch. 05 - On The Quad

Stella Potter had always been aggressive about her sexuality. It wasn't so much that she was "oversexed" if that was even a thing, but that she knew that being sexual pissed off the adults around her, and she enjoyed that. She enjoyed the glares of older women in the mall as she walked around in short-shorts and crop tops that barely covered her DD breasts, which she often enhanced with the aid of a push-up bra. She enjoyed the sidelong looks of her peers, and the snarky comments of those who were jealous because they assumed Stella was getting way more action than they were. The truth was Stella was getting a little more action than they were, but not nearly as much as most of them thought.

Since enrolling in the Slut Class, Stella had started to get a major case of imposter syndrome. She wasn't a prude. But she used her sexuality like armor, and some of the other girls were taking it further than she ever had. For the first time, she felt like she was struggling to keep up. She used to think, or at least hope, most of the guys in her high school were wanking, thinking about her, but the Big Screen had changed all that. First, it showed various topless girls from class, Stella among them. That was fine. But lately it had been showing footage of Valerie Lebelle sucking a cock in a glory hole, and Valerie looked amazing doing that. Karen Taylor sucking Nikki Love's strap-on was very popular too. Literally everyone on campus had watched that. Every guy probably thought about it when they were jerking off. Heck, half the girls probably thought about it. Valerie and Karen were now the biggest sex symbols at Maplewood College.

And that was what led Stella to proposition Kenny Johnson, the best basketball player Maplewood College had ever known. Her ego needed stroking, especially after striking out with the first guy she asked.

She was riding him cowgirl style. She liked the way his dark skin contrasted with her paleness, his wild black pubic hair with her neatly trimmed, pink-dyed landing strip. Riding him, she was in control of the way his cock angled inside her, and she could make sure it hit her g-spot just right each time. It wasn't too big, despite all the rumors about tall Black men, and it wasn't too small. It was just right. His eyes were exactly where she wanted them, on her bouncing breasts. She'd orgasmed twice already and she knew he'd been close, but he had good self control.

The cool breeze caressed her, and her knee was rubbing against the scratchy army blanket they'd laid down, but that didn't really bother her. She steadied herself by putting one hand on her backpack, and slipped the other between her legs to play with her clit, arching her back at the same time to give him the best view.

"I'm so close," he said. "I don't know if I can hold on much longer."

"One minute?" she asked.

"I think. Maybe," he said.

"I'll make you a special offer if you can," she said. "I just.... Oh.... Oh my god yes." Waves of pleasure convulsed over her. She had never had any trouble giving herself an orgasm with her fingers, but she had to admit it felt even better with a nice cock inside her.

"What special offer?" he asked.

"If I told you, you'd come even quicker," she said, as she caught her breath. "Mmm, that was good. Wanna pull out and come all over me?"

His eyes widened. "We better do it quick, then."

She jumped off him, ending up on the grass. Just as well, less mess on the blanket. He stood up, also in a hurry.

She looked past him. The picnic blanket was in the middle of the quad. You could see the big screen in the distance, and Valerie's bobbing head on some anonymous cock. It wasn't that she didn't want Valerie to get the attention. She liked Valerie. It's just that Stella wanted it too. Which made it deeply gratifying that none of the sixty or so people gathered around watching were looking at the screen, because they were all looking at her.

And we are putting on quite a show. She recognized two of professors, including her Chem Lab prof. Was he turned on or deeply disapproving? It was hard to tell, and either was a fun thought. Officer Sanborn was watching, too. She'd heard him telling people to stay back. His cock had pitched a tent in the tight breeches of his uniform. She saw students she knew, including prissy Albertina Bronson, who looked aghast. That was satisfying. She'd done a good job of keeping her attention on Kenny, she thought, but now, with him stroking his cock right in front of her face, she was a little distracted.

As a result, the first shot caught her in the eye, and she closed them reflexively as more warm cum splattered her face and breasts. There was lots of it. She was sure it was a good show. She wished she could see the expression on Albertina's face.

The old clock in Merrill Hall's tower rang out two bells.

"Oh, fuck, I'm late to class!" said Stella.

"Huh?"

"Sorry. I have to run." She grabbed her shorts from her backpack and pulled them on. "I'll catch you later?"

"Uh, just like that?" asked a bewildered Kenny.

"You were awesome. 10 out of 10, would take this ride again. I promise, more fucking to come. But I have to get to class."

She ran, topless, toward Tolliver Hall, aware that her bouncing boobs presented quite a show, especially wet with Kenny's semen. She also really wished she'd stopped to put her bra on, as well, because they might look good, but boobs bouncing that much hurt. There was a washroom just past class. She'd quickly wash up, and then go to class. Maybe she'd only be ten minutes late. She got the feeling Nikki wouldn't appreciate it if she made too much of an entrance, so she'd slip in and sit in the back for a change. No, that wouldn't work, because the teacher always locked the door for "privacy."

At least the crowd that normally watched the girls go in wasn't there. They'd dissipated already, or maybe most of them had been watching her and Kenny on the quad. She felt bad about leaving him there. He hadn't even got his pants on yet, and he was surrounded by people. That might not be his scene. She was pretty sure she had ways to make it up to him, though. It was displeasing Nikki Love that worried her most. Nikki was the first teacher she truly admired. The first one she couldn't make uncomfortable, and the first one she hadn't wanted to. She hated letting her down.

She ran down the stairs, and then down the hall past class toward the washroom. As she did, the door opened. "Stella!" yelled Rachida.

"What? In a hurry," Stella said back. What was Rachida doing there, rather than sitting in her chair.

"Yeah. Teacher says get in here, right now."

"Gotta wash up."

"Nope. Right now," Rachida said firmly.

Nikki appeared behind her. As always, the teacher was dressed to the nines, somewhere between slutty secretary and hot MILF teacher. Expensive heels and silk stockings, short black skirt, and a blouse casually unbuttoned to reveal a lacy black bra and impressive cleavage. "Thank you, Rachida. Stella, we're all sharing our recent experiences. Please come right in, and share yours."

Stella sighed. Was Nikki fucking psychic or something? She went in the door. Usually, she wore skimpy outfits and stood straight. But walking in covered in cum was entirely different, and she felt herself slumping.

She was startled to see two people sitting in the front, somewhat off to the side. They were in their thirties, and dressed like they were going to the office, and not the slutty office that Nikki was dressed for.

"Chin up," Nikki whispered, as her hand on Stella's elbow steered her to the front of the class. "Back straight. Thatta girl, that's the Stella I know."

"How did you?" Stella whispered back, although the class was so quiet she had no faith she wasn't being heard. "And who are those people?"

"Remember the camera outside? I had Rachida monitor it. And I explained who they were and why they were here at the beginning of class, which you missed." Nikki didn't bother to lower her voice. "Now, then. Tell us what you did this afternoon."

"Uh, hi," said Stella. At least she got to turn her back to the strangers. A few of the other girls were topless, but they had bras on, like Flora, who wore a short skirt and a matching purple bra. Stella would preferred her breasts more covered with fabric and less covered with cum, if she was being stared at.

"Hi Stella," said Flora, with a grin. And then, a wink. Stella had never seen Flora wink before. Stella winked at Flora all the time, after deciding Flora was a bit stuck up and discovering that winking annoyed her. Her first thought was that Flora was getting payback. But Flora's voice wasn't mocking, and neither was the grin, the more she looked at it. She's rooting for me. She's telling me to get my mojo back.

"So, everybody, I decided to fuck on the lawn outside on the quad. Some of you probably watched me. Since Officer Sanborn said he wouldn't arrest us, I figured, why not? So I got myself some BBC, and..."

Rachida cleared her throat and raised her hand.

"Um, Stella," said Nikki disapprovingly.

"Huh?"

"The phrase BBC, when it means Big Black Cock and not the British Broadcasting Corporation, is objectifying. It reduces a human being down to just their genitals. It's like saying 'I got myself a white piece of ass.' Not okay. In addition, the notion that Black men in particular are mostly about their genitals has been used to denigrate their intelligence and even justify lynchings simply because they looked the wrong way at a white woman. Not cool."

"Oh, shit," said Stella. "I didn't mean it like that, I just was..." She trailed off, thinking she'd done Kenny wrong for a second time that day.

"Making yourself the star. Which is something I generally approve of," said Nikki. "I think we all know the person you fucked as an outstanding student-athlete. Nothing to be ashamed of there."

Stella caught Flora's expression again. She expected Flora to chime in on Nikki's lecture with something about intersectionality, but Flora just gave her a meaningful look that seemed to say, "Get with it. You can do this."

"So," Stella continued. "I got myself, as Nikki said, an excellent student-athlete, and fucked him out on the quad. We were just there, doing our own thing, but somehow we attracted a bit of attention. Officer Sanborn kept them all under control, though. And god, was his cock hard!"

Everyone giggled, which gave Stella confidence.

"I was doing him cowgirl, so everyone could see everything going on. He has really good control, too. 10 out of 10, would recommend to my friends. Am, in fact." There, doing him a solid. Although I hope to make it up to him in person.

There was more laughter at that, and Stella felt in her element again.

"Anyway, once we had an audience I started thinking about how everything would look, like Nikki was talking about in the blowjob class the other day, and so ..." She gestured at her tits and her face. "So I asked him to come on me, as the grand finale. And then the bell rang out that it was time for class."

"And so you ran here, covered in cum," said Nikki. She had that shrewd look on her face she had when she was testing people, and Stella recognized it. Others withered under that look, but Stella had a well trained bravado instinct.

"That's right!" she said, arching her back. "All over my face and tits. Didn't even stop to lick any off." She lifted her right breast and took a lick. It probably would have been a sexier move before the cum started drying, but she hammed it up anyway, licking her lips.

"Thank you, Stella. You may be seated." Nikki pointed to an empty seat near the front of the class, next to Flora. "You may wash after class."

Stella went to her seat, feeling decidedly underdressed and overexposed, although she tried to fake like she didn't care. It certainly didn't help that sitting down left her facing the two strangers, who seemed to be staring at her.

"How many of you would enjoy having sex on the quad?" Nikki asked.

"In daylight, or at night?" asked Rachida.

Nikki laughed. "Let's say just before class."

Several hands went up. Stella guessed it was less than half.

"I'm not saying for sure, but it just might be an assignment at some point," Nikki said. "Jeni, I think you had a story for us?"

Jeni, a slender, freckled redhead, nodded and got up. "It's not as wild as Stella's, I'm afraid, but it was a big deal to me..."

Stella leaned over. There were people she'd rather ask, but Flora was closest. "Who are the old people in the corner?"

"Grups? Never mind," Flora whispered back. "Observers. They are here to help us get comfortable with being..." Flora stopped, and looked up at Nikki.

Nikki had set the flapper end of a riding crop on Flora's hand, and was holding it like it was scepter. "Pay attention to your fellow slut when she's talking, Flora Alicia."

Flora winced. "I'm sorry. Sorry Jeni!"

She has a riding crop? It must have been on the desk behind the laptop and stuff. And the middle name treatment. Stella never thought she'd be sticking up for Flora, and yet she found herself saying, "I'm sorry. My fault, not Flora's."

"I'm aware," said Nikki. She turned back toward the front. "Please continue, Jeni. You had his cock in your mouth..."

Jeni giggled. "Yes ma'am. I had his cock in my mouth, and then suddenly I just really wanted him to cum. It was funny, because I've never been -- I mean, definitely not my first blowjob, and if I'm going to do a job I like doing it well and finishing what I start. Guys like it when I swallow, and it's less mess."

Definitely less mess, thought Stella.

Jeni continued. "But I never actually looked forward to the ending, or the taste. But this time I did, and it was really fun. I think doing it with people last time really helped, and seeing the enthusiasm everyone gave it. I felt really proud to be a slut, not just like I was doing the thing I had to do to keep a boyfriend, you know?"

"That's lovely," said Nikki. "I'm so proud of you."

"Then when I was done, he said he noticed something was different. Good different? I asked him. And he said yes. So I told him about class, and he got all jealous and told me I was never to suck another guy's cock again."

Stella glanced at Nikki, but Nikki just raised her eyebrows.

"So," said Jeni. "I dumped him. I'd been seeing him for six months."

Nikki walked back up to the front. "Need a hug?"

Jeni smiled and shook her head. "Don't need one, but I'll take one."

Nikki smiled back and embraced her. "Thank you for sharing."

Jeni smiled. "This group gives me courage. And ma'am, you'll find my release form on your desk. I'm ready to embrace my inner slut."

Many of the girls, including Stella, had filled out release forms, allowing Nikki to put photographs or videos of them up on the big screen in front of the Student Union. Nikki had topless photos of everyone, and so the girls who had signed appeared in a slide show twice a day. "That's amazing and awesome," Nikki gushed, as Jeni went back to her seat.

"How many of you would have dumped him?" Nikki asked.

Stella raised her hand. Flora did too. Maybe it was unanimous, as Nikki was giving an approving nod.

"We really can't be held back by men, can we?" said Nikki. "Men are awesome, but sometimes they seek to control us when their minds get filled with archaic, patriarchal points of view. Now, let's discuss the book I assigned."

Oh yeah, that. The Ethical Slut. Stella's mind drifted back to the quad, the people watching, and the look on Albertina's face just before Kenny jizzed all over her. She paid just enough attention to the rest of class, a little surprised they weren't doing more for the "observers." But maybe talking about being sluts was boundary pushing enough. If she knew Nikki, she'd push it more the next time, and the time after that.

After class, she filed out with the rest of the students, almost forgetting she was covered in cum. She was surprised to see Kenny standing there, and from the look on his face, he was surprised about something too.

"Wow, didn't want to wash off my cum, huh?" Kenny asked. "That's so cool."

Well, not exactly. But I'll let him think that.

"I was thinking," Kenny said, "you and me, maybe we could be a couple, huh? Go steady?"

Stella smiled. "Honey, you're handsome, skilled, athletic, intelligent, and a great fuck. You shouldn't be settling for just one girl. I mean, look at all these lovely --" she just about said ladies, but decided to use Nikki's word instead as she gestured around her, "sluts. I just put in a good word about you."

"But... well, no girl has ever said that to me before."

"All sorts of girls. And I want to do things with lots of different guys, too. All kinds of guys. All sorts of cocks."

"You know that once you go bla—"

Stella put a finger to her lips. "Kenny, you don't need that line. I will fuck you again. In the meantime, have some fun, 'kay?"

"You want to fuck all the guys, or something?" Kenny said.

"Nothing wrong with that," said Nikki, who was standing right behind her. Stella didn't know how long she'd been there, but she noticed guys tended to just stare at her and agree when she said stuff, and Kenny was no exception. The combination of being old enough to be their mother but super sexy and slutty at the same time seemed to catch them in a state between lust and deference.

"Some of the girls, too," said Stella. "Like..." She turned, hoping whoever she spotted would play along, at least for Kenny's benefit.

"L-l-like Flora here," she said.

"Well," said Flora, "I guess that's one way to fuck the patriarchy. Let's go, Stella." Flora put her arm around Stella's waist, and now it was Stella who had no choice but to play along.

"Y'know," said Stella, as they left Kenny behind with the rest of the class. She was confident that he'd find someone to have some fun with, at the very least. "I always thought 'fuck the patriarchy' meant doing the whole football team."

"You did not think that," Flora said.

"Okay," Stella agreed. "I didn't. But it's funny, isn't it?"

"Almost as funny as the old joke about how many feminists does it take to screw in a lightbulb."

"Uh, how many?"

"That's not funny!" said Flora, in a mock offended voice, and both girls laughed.

"Thanks for playing along," said Stella. The two beautiful half-naked coeds were attracting attention as they walked outside Tolliver Hall, but at least they had enough distance now that no one could hear them talk.

"Who was playing along?" said Flora. "Want to hear another joke?"

Stella blinked. "Um, okay."

"How many feminists does it take to screw in my room?" asked Flora.

"How many?" Stella asked reflexively, as they walked across the quad.

"I think two, but we can find out. I am going to ask you to wash up first."

"Uh, good," Stella said, about the washing up, and then realized she maybe should have responded to the other part.

"Have you ever done it with a girl before, Stella?"

"Um, no," she said.

"Me neither. Something to talk about next class, hmm?" Flora kissed her on the cheek, in a spot Kenny had missed, and they walked together quietly after that, but Stella had the odd sensation that her cheek stayed warm where Flora had kissed it.